Jackie Chan Adventures: I, the Mirror God, Master of Fear

Chapter 266 Are they qualified?

The enormous dragon lowered its head slightly, looking down at a huge lava pit with a diameter of more than three thousand meters. In this lava pit, all buildings were vaporized, and the entire city was howling in the high temperature.

People within 30 kilometers of the pit's edge will be constantly assaulted by the intense heat, and if left unattended, they will die from the heat.

People within ten kilometers of the pit's edge will be roasted alive within ten minutes.

People within three kilometers of the crater's edge were instantly carbonized.

Even the aftershocks of the Holy Lord's attack seemed to have completely destroyed a city.

In the center of the pit, a golden light, watched by the dragon, gradually rose into the air.

The dragon's breath bypassed the demon dragon, and in accordance with the monarch's will, it did not harm the demon dragon at all. Only the high temperature made the soon-to-be-formed sun demon somewhat unable to withstand it.

This is the Flame Lord's absolute control over fire.

It was scorching hot, incredibly hot.

At this moment, the demon dragon felt itself growing stronger, and a complete authority gradually replaced the authority of fire, becoming its core.

Majestic, domineering, and sacred.

This power was far, far stronger than his previous fiery authority. He even had a feeling that the sun was not simply the star called the sun.

The sun represents light, life, destruction, and absolute heat and warmth.

As his understanding of the sun deepened, the little demon dragon became obsessed with its current power.

He could feel his inexhaustible power, he could feel the majesty of the sun, and he could feel the constraints!

The master of the sun dislikes constraints!
boom!
A golden beam of light descended from the sky.

In an instant, the Flame Authority, which was originally suppressing the Sun Authority and allowing it to perfectly merge with the Demon Dragon, was unexpectedly repelled.

In the sky, the Holy Lord in his golden dragon form had a slight glint in his eyes, showing some displeasure at this disobedient behavior.

The golden hue gradually dissipated.

The Holy Lord's enormous dragon head dipped slightly downwards, and his dragon claws moved rhythmically from his little finger to his thumb.

Zheng~
The Golden Dragon Crescent Blade transformed into two golden dragons, which flew into the Holy Lord's hand and continuously lengthened his dragon claws, making them incredibly sharp.

The aura emanating from the Holy Lord became even more dangerous and domineering.

He met the gaze of the little demon dragon that emerged from the golden light.

The Demon Dragon's body color had also become lighter, leaning towards gold like the Holy Lord.

His eyes changed from scarlet to a sacred golden-red. The sun and flames were both explosive and domineering authorities, and the two pairs of eyes met at this moment.

Both were equally fiery, equally majestic, proud, and inviolable.

After a brief eye contact, Jin Hong looked away first, bowing slightly to the enormous dragon above.

"Father!"

In the sky, the sun's rays dissipated, along with the sun's heat and a trace of vibrant life.

"Ok?"

The Lord's calm voice caused the air to churn violently, and the overlapping sound waves made the lava tremble and caused the golden crown on the demon dragon's body to sway constantly.

The little demon dragon paused slightly, realizing that his resistance when he understood the sun had made the stingy old man somewhat uncomfortable.

He obediently knelt on one knee, bowed his head, and spoke again: "Father."

The huge shadow cast on the ground slowly dissipated.

The little demon dragon curled its lip; this old man hadn't changed much.
The Holy Lord's body gradually shrank, returning to its original form. He sat on a magnificent throne, his golden body shimmering with a scorching aura. He looked down at the scene of the demon dragon kneeling on the ground, and the slight displeasure in his eyes disappeared.

That's more like it. Only by remembering your place can you maintain a long-term relationship with your father without affecting the bond between you.

Any inappropriate actions or thoughts, even the slightest hint of them, should be nipped in the bud.

"Come up."

The Holy Lord spoke with satisfaction. Only then did the little demon dragon raise his head and meet the gaze of his father, who was guarded by the giant dragon. Golden light flashed, and he appeared to the left of the throne, standing respectfully.

To the right of the grand throne stood a massive golden sword, which hummed softly, seemingly still excited about having been attached to its master.

It was originally attached to the Holy Lord to fight against the gods.

Forty thousand years have passed, and the familiar feeling keeps the magical artifact, which possesses a certain spirituality, in a state of constant excitement.

The Holy Lord propped his head up with one hand, his fingertips gently tapping the throne.

Ang~
The dragon roared and flew towards Hong Kong with its throne.

The little demon dragon asked, somewhat puzzled, "Father, are we going back to the kingdom now?"

"Yes, the world will know that the former monarch has returned," the Holy Lord said calmly.

The demon dragon carefully observed the Holy Lord's expression. He did not see arrogance on the Holy Lord's face, but rather a powerful confidence.

He asked with some doubt, "Father, the Saint Seiya, the old mage, and that hero are still alive. Isn't it too early to rebuild the kingdom now?"

The demon dragon spoke, his tone laced with murderous intent: "I believe that as long as we use those mortals as a threat, we can slaughter a city if they don't come out in ten minutes. We can wipe out the Saint Seiya with a flick of our wrist!"

The Holy Lord glanced at the demon dragon, then looked down at the dying city below. The city, with over two million inhabitants, had become a death zone. There was no emotion in his eyes.

In the eyes of the devil, the demise of a city is no different from a person pouring molten iron into an anthill.

The dragons flew over the city and arrived at a city trembling with demonic power. The people erupted in panic and chaos. The dragons swept through the city, causing riots to break out.

Just as the Holy Lord was about to say something, he saw a manor that appeared remarkably peaceful amidst the chaos.

He seemed to be looking into the eyes of a girl in green. The girl winked at him, her eyes showing no fear but a hint of curiosity, as if to say: How did you become so handsome?

"Father?"

The Holy Lord came to his senses and looked back. How did Bo Gang become like this?
Withdrawing his gaze, the Holy Lord stopped thinking and looked at his child. He calmly said, "Only by standing at this height can one understand who one's true opponent is."

He looked up and saw unnatural wisps of destiny in his eyes, emanating in all directions.

At this moment, he seemed to see a silent presence looking down at him.

That being held countless threads in its hands, controlling the destiny of the world, and subtly entangled him within them.

The Holy Lord spoke in a teaching tone: "All beings that try to seal us away are now pawns of the gods. Fighting against pawns will only lead to defeat. Only by standing on equal footing with the gods can we have a chance to win."

"I don't understand." The little demon dragon shook his head. In his view, if they threatened to massacre the city, they could simply crush the enemy with their power, kill the Saint Seiya, and then the world would be under their rule, right?

The Holy Lord thought for a moment, and seeing that his child truly didn't understand, he patiently explained:

"The gods regard all living beings as chess pieces. Killing one chess piece will result in the appearance of a new one. Unless the chessboard is destroyed, we will always be the largest black piece on the chessboard."

The Holy Lord looked up, seemingly meeting the gaze of the silent being. He reached out and grasped the thin threads, which connected to the hands of the silent figure through the void.

"And now, there is an opportunity to bring that player in! The originally glaring white pieces will not seem so glaring at this moment; they are just pieces."

"But the moment this opportunity arises, we are no longer pawns."

As he spoke, he looked down at the familiar kingdom with a somewhat complicated expression.

Hong Kong looks so dilapidated now, it has lost all its former prosperity.

The complexity in his eyes quickly subsided as he looked down at a certain spot, his voice carrying far, and calmly said, "And what demons fear most is failing to recognize their opponents, thereby turning themselves into pawns."

"As long as the immortal gods return to balance, I have won."

"Given this goal, my child, do you still consider killing the so-called Saints to be the top priority?"

"Or rather, are they qualified?"

The little demon dragon was taken aback and pondered.

Before he could answer, the Holy Lord spoke silently:
"Right, Ximu!"

(End of this chapter)