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

Chapter 274 Fate, Defeat
Broken earth, collapsed buildings.

The dragon's palace also became dilapidated.

The Holy Lord, breathing slightly heavily, returned to his original state.

He looked at Jackie Chan lying on the ground not far away, and the silence in his eyes faded somewhat.

He's gone mad! Just now, this man acted like a madman, desperately squeezing out his potential to stand in front of the Shadow Queen at the critical moment.

At that moment, it seemed as if a blood-red shield on his body briefly merged with the power of a god, and then actually withstood his full-force breath attack head-on.

The Holy Lord knew the reason for this situation. The true meaning of guarding authority is to protect. When the holder's will is perfectly aligned with the authority, they can unleash the strongest power of the authority.

They may even gradually merge with authority, becoming its controllers or even authority itself.

Moreover, this Jackie Chan is exceptionally different. He not only possesses the power of God and authority, but also a portion of Lope's power, although Lope's power was completely dissipated in that attack.

He looked at Jackie Chan lying motionless on the ground, and the girl behind him who could no longer maintain her shadow form, and a trace of pity appeared in his eyes.

The destiny of these two people is heavily influenced by human intervention.

Countless people are betting on them, and countless hands are trying to control their future.

This kind of fate is pitiful and tragic.
But now things are better; he is the Holy Lord and can help them get rid of their suffering.

Shendu, carrying the demonic weapon in his hand, walked step by step to Jackie Chan's side, looking down at Jackie Chan, whose mouth and nose were oozing blood and whose breath was extremely weak.

The wrinkles on his face are now very obvious, and his nasolabial folds are deep, making him look like an old man in his sixties or seventies.

"God? Ha."

The Holy Lord chuckled, and without any further words, raised his demonic weapon, thrusting the sword downwards!
Zheng~
The longsword clashed with the divine weapon on Jackie Chan's body, and seven-colored light continuously burst out, but it firmly blocked his attack.

The Holy Lord frowned.

These artifacts are troublesome; four artifacts plus a continuous energy supply make for an astonishing defense.

but
The Holy Lord raised the crescent blade, and a massive amount of fire energy rapidly gathered before slashing down fiercely.

When~
Not far away, the greatsword automatically protected its master and suddenly collided with the crescent blade.

As expected, the crescent blade sank into the ground.

A massive pillar of flame instantly enveloped him and Jackie Chan, and in the intense heat, the second strike fell.

Zheng~
Jackie Chan's body was slashed into the shattered earth, and the seven-colored light on the artifact continued to bloom. Jackie Chan was aging at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The wrinkles on his face deepened, his breath grew weaker, and the protective power of the artifact rapidly diminished.

The Holy Lord watched silently, then raised his hand and swung the third sword down.

The crimson flames instantly turned golden.

In the flames, the artifact began to shatter, gradually revealing Jackie Chan's wrinkled skin.

The skin began to burn in the flames.

It was also at this critical moment.

The Holy Lord suddenly sensed a crisis.

Without a second thought, the magical artifact, imbued with even more magical power, slashed down with all its might once more.

Crimson flames and sharp blades collided with a rhomboid, seven-colored crystal that emerged from Jackie Chan's body and transformed into a divine version of petrification magic that he hated most.

roar~
The roar of the dragon and the power of the gods erupted.

The powerful shockwave caused the already shattered earth to completely collapse.

Lying on the ground like a centenarian, Jackie Chan and Xiao Yu, who was unconscious and dressed in a purple evening gown, were blasted backward by the shockwave.

"what"

A defiant shriek rang out amidst the surge of energy, but it could not stop the flames from eroding it and gradually dissipated.

As the energy surge subsided.

The Holy Lord, who had been standing still with silent eyes, suddenly felt a sense of pleasure.

At the level of destiny, the more actions one takes, the greater the flaws one leaves behind. In the eyes of the Holy Lord now, these flaws are already very clear.

He could gradually erase the things the gods left behind on Earth before that corrupted destiny was activated again. But now...
The Holy Lord silently turned to a collapsed wall of the palace.

There lay an old man, completely naked, with wrinkled skin and rapidly fading vital signs, and a young girl whose mouth was oozing blood and whose expression was growing increasingly uneasy.

The mandate of heaven and the power of authority are easily defeated.

Now, those two things are no longer important.

He raised his sword, intending to end the mandate of heaven and solidify his rule.

Tread
Footsteps sounded beside me.

The Holy Lord glanced to the side, and a demon appeared, entirely black with bat wings and scarlet eyes. The demon looked at him with a smile and said, "Your Majesty, the Holy Lord, your dear brother has discovered some things that you may not be aware of."

The Holy Lord frowned slightly, but his displeasure quickly dissipated in Xi Mu's next words.

"And I will present you with the treasures of the ancient Roman kingdom."

The Holy Lord looked Ximu up and down, feeling that his younger brother's appearance had inexplicably improved a lot.

hum~
In the sky, a sun was rapidly setting.

Seeing that his father had stopped, the little demon dragon decided to kill the two men in his father's place.

These old guys always hesitate to take drastic measures for various reasons; when it really matters, you have to rely on the younger generation.

The Holy Lord glanced at them, not caring. The two guys were powerless to resist and posed no threat now; it didn't matter who killed them.

Moreover, he is now very interested in the treasures of ancient Rome.

The treasures of Qin Shi Huang surprised him greatly; they were so vast that they filled one of his treasuries.

"Let's talk about the treasure first."

The Holy Lord's words had just fallen.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly!"

A low murmur arose, and the Holy Lord turned his head, immediately seeing a one-armed boy raise his only right hand, and a six-pointed star magic circle shot into the sky, blocking the setting sun for a moment.

In less than a second, the old mage disappeared along with the two people lying on the ground and the one-armed boy.

As the sun set, its blazing heat illuminated the royal palace.

However, the originally designated target was not killed.

The Holy Lord frowned, turned his head, and looked at Ximu with some suspicion: "I hope this has nothing to do with you."

He understood the current level of magical knowledge; no one should be able to bypass the royal city's detection array and his Holy Lord's perception.

Ximu scratched his head, looking somewhat innocent: "How could that be, Your Majesty the Divine Capital? It's just a coincidence. You know, fate is like this. Perhaps they weren't meant to die?"

"But don't worry about these things, brother." Ximu smiled and approached the Holy Lord, saying in a somewhat obsequious tone, "This treasure will surely make you forget these unpleasant coincidences."

He looked around mysteriously, then raised his hand, and a golden hue appeared in his palm, seemingly more dazzling than the angry sun rising into the sky.

That was the luster of precious metals.

The Holy Lord's displeasure instantly decreased by 99%.

A slight smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Raise your hand.

The fiery clouds in the sky slowly dispersed, revealing tens of thousands of protected dragons.

Jackie Chan and Shadow Jade are ants in the eyes of the Holy Lord, but they are true gods in front of this group of dragons.

"Bring the treasure back."

As soon as he finished speaking, more than three hundred dragons flapped their wings and flew away quickly towards Rome.

The Holy Lord's mood suddenly became very beautiful, and he had completely forgotten about Jackie Chan and the others.

He raised his hand, and the radiance of the horse talisman swept across the entire palace. The shattered earth began to recover, the broken palace gradually reassembled, and all the collapse began to disappear.

The Holy Lord walked on air towards his throne and spoke in a gentle manner:
"Tell me about your findings."

(End of this chapter)