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

Chapter 281 One Against Two
In that destroyed star field, the battle intensified even further.

A clash of energies, the dismantling of spells and divine arts, the most primal hand-to-hand combat, rhythms and roars, divine artifacts and demonic weapons.

Different dimensions and levels are constantly colliding with each other.

The killing intent in the Holy Lord's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and the dragon blood sprayed everywhere, only to turn into dust and dissipate in the energy and magic.

His incredibly sharp claws tore apart Han Xiangzi's left hand, and his dragon breath, imbued with enhanced magic, spewed towards He Xiangu, who was not far away.

Softening magic and petrifying magic clash in the dimension of magic, while curses and purifications collide in the universe.

After another full-scale collision, the dragon, covered in blood flames, separated itself from the two gods.

A brief standoff between the two sides.

Even gods and demons need a short rest during such intense battles.

On the Holy Lord's body, blood was ignited, and his body healed rapidly. These blood flames were used as materials for magic, quickly constructing one blessing after another, which were then applied to the dragon's body.

While the benefits of these enhancements may not be immediately apparent, for combat at this level, every 1% increase represents a significant boost.

As the progenitor of magic, a noble dragon, and a powerful demon wizard, everything can become the Holy Lord's spellcasting material, constantly strengthening himself in battle.

It's just that there are very few battles that require the use of materials of this level.

The dragon's form flickered, and the magical fluctuations instantly placed him behind the god, looking down upon him.

The dragon's breath was already spewing downwards from its mouth.

Woo~
The flute music became shrill at this moment, and a fierce killing intent enveloped the entire universe.

As if it had been prepared in advance, a storm of petals instantly formed, blocking the dragon's breath.

Within the sound waves, phantom figures appeared one after another. These were the phantoms of former gods, some holding swords, some holding drums, and some holding gourds.

Eight deities instantly surrounded the Holy Lord in the center.

Dragon Breath overcame He Xiangu's obstruction at this moment, but was directly cut in half by a sword aura composed of sound waves.

The sharp sword energy even sliced ​​through the dragon's face, unleashing an extremely ominous aura in the Holy Lord's heart—an aura from hell.

The Holy Lord's face was rapidly recovering.

He looked around in all directions.

The flute music that enveloped this star field was filled with an ever-growing killing intent.

In a daze, the Holy Lord seemed to have returned to that battle from years ago.

They also surrounded themselves in the same way, also bullied the few with their numbers, and also...
roar~
The Holy Lord's eyes were filled with anger.

He suddenly swung his claws at Han Xiangzi, all because of that hateful flute music. As long as he killed that god, all of this would be nothing but a dream.

Zheng~
Ding ding ding.
The five incredibly sharp claw beams were blocked by a young man dressed in white, wielding a long sword.

He stood behind the boy, his eyes utterly silent.

The Holy Lord's pupils contracted slightly.

Lü Dongbin!
Immediately afterwards, the Holy Lord became even more furious, and his enormous figure pressed down without hesitation, instantly filling the universe with endless heat.

In the empty starry sky, the temperature rose higher and higher, and the blazing firelight illuminated everything.

Zheng~
The longsword slashed across his cheek, and blood covered his eyes.

The Holy Lord looked around, and the phantoms seemed to have solidified completely in his eyes, and the surrounding space instantly transformed into the shape of Blue Star.

The Holy Lord's eyes glazed over for a moment; this familiar scene truly made the demon nostalgic.

In the early days of Earth, trees were generally tens of meters tall, and flowers and plants seemed to be magnified several times over. However, compared to the bodies of demons and some extraordinary races, the appearance of these flowers, plants, and trees was not much different from the current proportions of humans and them.

The illusory figures around him had somehow acquired flesh and blood, and he had returned to his human form with a dragon head, though his whole body was inexplicably weak.

In the sky, four high-ranking gods looked down at him on the ground. Thirty meters away, Lü Dongbin, holding a long sword, walked towards him step by step.

In the distance, the conflict between Lan Caihe and Di Kui had already begun to erupt.

Countless nightmarish scenes instantly pulled the Holy Lord back to his past memories.

The demonic energy has been severed and its source obliterated. Even the power of immortality has become sluggish. Perhaps if this continues, it will also perish.
"Damn it!"

He murmured and forced himself to stand up. Before he could react further, as if transported back 40,000 years, Lü Dongbin was already upon him, and the long sword from his dream, carrying the aura of hell, struck in an instant.

The Holy Lord instinctively retreated, as if preparing for a final, desperate struggle.

But at that very moment, he sensed a peculiar buzzing sound.

Immediately afterwards, I felt the god on the other side start to lag.

The Holy Lord was taken aback.

Willpower returns.

The surroundings were still filled with stars.

The murderous flute music, imbued with divine power, spread wildly through the vacuum.

A crescent-shaped blade, eight meters long, entirely golden, with two divine dragons climbing from its tip to its hilt, flew out from beside him.

A phantom longsword, imbued with a thick aura of hell, was already close at hand.

The Holy Lord subconsciously stepped back and raised his hand.

The crescent blade, which had been knocked away, flew back instantly.

Slash forward.

The illusory image of Lü Dongbin before them was instantly cut in half at the waist, burned to ashes by flames, and then reborn amidst the surrounding music.

The Holy Lord lowered his eyes. There were already some cracks on the crescent blade, but it was still trembling slightly, as if it was still excited about the battle.

The Holy Lord remained silent for a moment. Was it an illusion? Or was it a flaw in his heart that he had found through music?
That scene back then was indeed hard to let go of.
He stroked the broken edge of the crescent blade. There were traces of repairs, and it was clear that the blacksmith who repaired it was far inferior to Di Kui. Perhaps it was just the magical artifact's own self-healing.

He raised his sword in the vacuum filled with murderous intent, examined the cracks, and murmured, "This will be the last time. We'll fight again!"

roar~
The dragon's roar suppressed the murderous sonic waves.

The phantom images of the six gods retreated simultaneously.

The Holy Lord, who had reverted to his true form due to the illusion, returned to his five-clawed golden dragon form, which was over ninety meters long.

As the Holy Lord watched Han Xiangzi and He Xiangu's expressions grow increasingly serious, he gathered his strength and unleashed unparalleled speed, breaking through the barriers of sound, destroying the phantoms of four or five gods, and arriving before Han Xiangzi.

The most brutal battle has begun again.

In this battle, the Holy Lord's attacks became increasingly deadly. He directly withstood some attacks that he could have dodged, seeking only to inflict greater damage on the god.

Blood, severed limbs, and internal organs began to drift in the vacuum, but were then obliterated by the roar of energy, ultimately becoming a benefit to the Holy Lord.

For a time, the Holy Lord actually managed to suppress the two gods, and their battle took place in another star system.

The moment the intense heat of a collapsing planet was absorbed by the Holy Lord, the balance of the battle tipped in his favor once again.

Han Xiangzi's arm was severed by the sharp dragon claws and then burned by flames.

But the next moment, his severed limbs regenerated, and Han Xiangzi's eyes grew increasingly depressed. He tried to freeze the battlefield, but the chaotic magic prevented him from capturing the current scene.

Boom~
As He Xiangu flew backward, her blood splattered across the sky.

Han Xiangzi's eyes grew increasingly silent.

He took the brunt of the Holy Lord's breath, and his entire being plummeted rapidly toward an asteroid.

The collapse of stars is like the most dazzling fireworks.

And in this incomparably dazzling firelight.

The melodious flute music resounded through the sky.

Each figure seemed to emerge from the river of time, heading towards the magnificent flames.

Immediately afterwards, the seven-colored radiance completely overwhelmed the collapse of the stars.

The Holy Lord paused for a moment, his blood flames rising even higher as he met the gaze of the boy whose entire body was radiating seven-colored flames, whose black hair stood on end and danced with the flames.

The battle escalated once again.

(End of this chapter)