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

Chapter 325 The Holy Lord Reappears
The little demon dragon was also taken aback, but then the arrogance in its eyes became even more obvious.

As expected, the Saint Seiya warriors were all bark and no bite.

The others are not worth mentioning. Now that I am the one and the eight demons have merged, I am invincible in the world!
As the demon dragon unleashed his punch, a faint Bagua symbol appeared on his fist, distorting space and freezing everything in place.

Xiaoyu felt that this punch was unavoidable and she could only take it head-on, because within this small space, the world obeyed the command of the demon dragon.

The light of hope in her eyes grew ever brighter. Compared to the hope seven years ago, the hope now was more dazzling and ever-changing, but it seemed that it had not yet reached a certain transformation.

His state was somewhat similar to Lin Luo's half-solidified fear crown, but there were also many differences.

Zheng~
The longsword slashed at the demon dragon's fist.

An unparalleled white sword clashed with a fist imbued with the power of the world.

hum~
The space suddenly trembled, followed by an incredibly muffled sound that spread rapidly.

The sword light shattered, and Xiaoyu was sent flying backward.

The little demon dragon looked at his fist and was once again shocked by his own power.

He looked at Xiaoyu, who had stopped hundreds of meters away, equally incredulous, and smiled.

He was originally the winner in the conflict between good and evil. In the future, he forced Xiaoyu to travel through time and come to the past to seek help.

In that era, he was so confident of victory that he could even spare Jackie Chan and that damned sorcerer, allowing his father to kill them himself.

But from the moment he followed that woman into this era, he was first defeated by her as if she were treating an ant.

And then I was threatened again by my own generation, who treated me like trash.

At that time, he secretly vowed in his heart that one day, one day, he would use his own strength to rewrite a future that belonged to him.

Finally, that day has come.

After seven years of accumulation and the convergence of the power of countless precious materials, he finally possessed the power to shake the world.

He looked down at Xiaoyu, his bat wings, each fifteen meters long, fluttering slightly behind him, his eyes filled with arrogance: "Saint Seiya, take this move."

He raised his hands high, and the immense power within him surged forth, forming a sphere with a diameter of a kilometer above his head.

This sphere is composed of eight forces, which are rotating slightly and seem to be constantly accumulating their power.

The little demon dragon felt this unparalleled power; he had never experienced such power before.

Sure enough, Uncle Ba hadn't lied to him. Although that guy was a coward, so scared by humans that he didn't even dare to take the demon position, and although he looked down on Ximu, a demon is a demon after all.

He decided that Ximu would have a place in the future kingdom!
He thought about throwing the energy ball containing his strongest power downwards.

Without even glancing at the result, it turned and flew towards the sky filled with dragons.

Because of the memories inherited from the Sun Demon, that Saint Seiya would take the Sun Demon's ultimate attack head-on for the sake of his so-called kin, and would be severely injured even if he didn't die.

It's time to bring your father back.

Although they are no longer in the same world, he has not forgotten to let his father witness his current power.

The little demon dragon soared into the sky like a child desperately needing praise, and found the dragon egg amidst the surrounding dragons.

A massive surge of fire erupted from his body and rushed towards the dragon egg.

He spoke with boundless excitement: "Old man, come on, be a witness, witness my empire rise from the ruins."

Boom~
Flames ignited the sky, and the fiery clouds seemed to want to replace the blood clouds, but were suppressed by the immense aura of the demon dragon.

Ang~
A dragon's roar resounded.

Inside the transparent dragon egg, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.

Immediately afterwards, a giant dragon with a human body and a dragon's head, standing seven meters tall, with a flame-like head, eight dragon horns, a ferocious face, and red-glowing eyes, and a yellowish-green body, slowly rose up and burst open the dragon egg. A giant dragon flew swiftly by and became the monarch's temporary throne.

The Holy Lord calmly sat down, looked around, remained silent for a moment, and finally turned his gaze to the little demon dragon.

He had never seen this little demon dragon before, but
"Did you disturb my treasure vault?"

He spoke in a deep voice, completely ignoring the immense power of the little demon dragon.

The little demon dragon panicked instinctively. He knew what the Holy Lord was talking about. The Sun Demon had asked him to open the Dragon Treasury and give him the orb that could travel through time.

Although the Holy Lord of the future world agreed, the Holy Lord of this world did not.

However, the little demon dragon quickly realized what was happening, and the panic in his eyes disappeared: "Of course, that's because you agreed to it."

The Holy Lord frowned, a hint of coldness flashing in his crimson eyes. If his power weren't currently so low, he thought he would teach this rebellious son from another world a good lesson.

"Let's not talk about that, old man." The little demon dragon changed the subject, spreading his arms wide with some pride: "I now have the power to rule the world. You just watch here, watch how I defeat the Saint Seiya, how I destroy the order of this world, and then rebuild my own order from the ruins."

"Times have changed, Father; the future belongs to the young."

After saying that, the little demon dragon lowered his head and said, "Let's start by killing the Saint Seiya."

He didn't wait for the Holy Lord's response, watching as his ultimate move was neutralized by Jade and Jackie Chan who had just arrived, feeling the gaze on his back.

After a brief moment of gathering his strength, he charged toward the two with extraordinary excitement, opened his mouth, and unleashed a dragon's breath containing eight different powers, spraying it toward the two and the city behind them.

Although he hated the Sun Demon, the Sun Demon's tricks were indeed effective.

The fierce battle has begun again.

The entire space trembled continuously. In the city below, a white light flashed, and a large number of people were teleported away, escalating the battle to a new level.

The Holy Lord, sitting atop the dragon, gradually frowned.

"Nishiki."

He spoke, saying that this little demon dragon was not his child, but the little demon dragon believed itself to be his father, and with a complex emotion of wanting him to praise it, it awakened him.

He doesn't quite understand the current situation and needs an explanation to help him understand this era.

As soon as he finished speaking, he could feel an incredibly sharp gaze coming from the battlefield; it was from a Saint Seiya.

He paused for a moment, but Ximu did not appear as expected.

Is it because they are afraid of the Saint Seiya?

But even though that little demon dragon has a lot of problems, it shouldn't be a problem for it to block the Saint Seiya, right?
"I've thought about this a lot over the years, and maybe you're right, Ximu."

He spoke with some complicated feelings. Ximu didn't know why he hadn't come, but he was certain that Ximu could hear what he was saying.

Now he's in hell, and he's lost all ability to contact the outside world.

The dragon talisman did not appear during this resurrection, which means that the talisman completely disappeared with his self-destruction.

This body of his is now so weak that even a random dragon present could easily overwhelm him, let alone a demon wizard, and its rank is extremely low, even lower than that of the fear.

But none of that matters, not even whether he survives in the world. Killing a god is not without its rewards.

Although he had lost all his physical strength, he had not diminished his wisdom.

Over the course of seven years, he thought about many things and reviewed the events of those years many times.

He thought that perhaps Xiaofeng had placed his bets on Ximu instead of him.

He doesn't have any of the personalities of Zhou Lan or the others. Although he's not lacking in the determination to perish together with a god, he would still want to if given the chance.
Perhaps he will have a place in the future.

(End of this chapter)