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

Chapter 87 Demonic Dragon
Dragon Country, Hong Kong.

Black smoke surged, and enormous flames swirled in the forest.

The Holy Lord, accompanied by three subordinates who had returned from the Sakura Kingdom, was watching a figure curled up in the flames.

The Holy Lord kept muttering to himself, and the flames on his body intensified wildly.

Rumble.
There were no dark clouds in the sky, yet thunder suddenly roared, creating an eerie and oppressive feeling.

"Setting fire to the mountain is a capital offense, punishable by a lifetime in jail."

Han Bing muttered to himself, and couldn't help but look back. They could vaguely see helicopters taking off in the city.

"A fire truck? That was fast."

The venomous snake was also somewhat incredulous; the fire had only been burning for half an hour, right?
It's absurd that the fire trucks have already left the city.
"I don't understand, why bring us into this?"

The boxer fiddled with the Panku Box and couldn't help but yawn.

The Holy Lord has become more generous lately; of course, they're referring to the fact that he's robbing people to give them bonuses.

After all, real currency isn't particularly attractive or exquisite, and it doesn't meet the level of being collected by dragons.

This means that in the eyes of the Holy Lord, this is just waste paper.

Furthermore, once the amount becomes large, some channels are needed to launder the embezzled funds.

So the three of them originally wanted to launder the money with Barcelona at a 20% profit, but that greedy guy insisted on 50%.

The three of them were haggling with that guy when they were dragged over to watch the Holy Lord set fire to the place, so of course they were a little unhappy.

"Who knows? They say he came to see his son."

"Huh? He has a son? Isn't he a bachelor?"

"Who knows? Maybe a dragon can have a son all by itself."

As the three of them were complaining, the flames suddenly began to swirl back.

The huddled figure in the flames began to move. Its whole body trembled, and it slowly straightened up, as if the flames of the entire forest were entering its body.

hum~
A pair of scarlet eyes lit up on the phantom in the flames.

It was confused at first, then it opened its mouth.

The flames receded, and the forest instantly turned pitch black, devoid of any heat.

The approaching helicopter paused noticeably, and after a brief hesitation, it still flew in this direction.

"Hey~ old man, it's been a thousand years, what happened to you?"

A voice, still relatively young but slightly hoarse, rang out.

The owner of those scarlet eyes slowly emerged from the darkness.

It was a monster with a human-like body, dark green skin, seven dragon horns on its head, scarlet pupils with whites, and wearing a black jacket over a dark gray outfit. There was a flame-shaped mark on its chest.

Although it doesn't seem to have much of an oppressive feel, it does have a strange sense of cruelty.

This is the Demon Dragon, the son of the Holy Lord, and the only crown prince of the Fire Kingdom.

The trio of icy figures wisely shut up and couldn't help but take a step back.

They had a gut feeling that this guy was even more ruthless than the Holy Lord, and that messing with him could really kill someone.

"Welcome back, my child. I think I should have taught you what respect is."

The Holy Lord still wore a smile; he always showed extra patience towards his only child.

The little demon dragon glanced at the Holy Lord and said with a smile, "Of course, my father."

But then his expression turned cold: "However, now that you can't even keep your demon body and have to rely on this inferior human body to move around, what does that mean?"

He approached the Holy Lord, his tone flippant yet subdued: "This shows that this world should belong to the young. Old man, it's time for you to step down. The next era will be taken over by the little demon dragon."

The Holy Lord was not angry. He replied, and shadows surged around him: "Alright, child, let's go first. This kingdom no longer belongs to the dragon for the time being."

"what?"

boom!
The demon dragon spewed a mouthful of flame onto the ground, instantly destroying the Shadow Passage.

He turned his head incredulously, pointing to the city's dazzling lights: "You mean, we should avoid their wrath? That group of former servants?"

The tolerance in the Holy Lord's eyes gradually shattered, and his expression slowly turned cold, with anger surging around him: "My child, I think you should understand your place."

A flicker of fear flashed in the demon dragon's eyes, but upon seeing the Holy Lord's current human appearance, that fear quickly vanished.
"You've lost your kingdom, you old fool. You've become useless. Just you wait. When the kingdom belonging to the little demon dragon rises, I'll make you the retired emperor, where you can live out your retirement."

The Holy Lord raised his hand, and a flame crystal appeared.

A massive aura of fire flickered in and out, locking onto the demon dragon.

“I am a noble dragon, a powerful demon wizard, and the lord of fire. Child, even if I have donned a weak shell and lost all my power, I am not someone you can easily ignore.”

The demon dragon turned its head to look at the Holy Lord, flames swirling around its mouth, and a powerful aura of fire gathering.

He stared intently at the Holy Lord: "Old man, you ignored me a thousand years ago, what right do you have to interfere now?"

The murderous intent in the Holy Lord's eyes immediately diminished. He paused for a moment, then said, "You're still a child."

boom!
The flames from the demon dragon's mouth instantly shot out, flying past Shendu's ear and striking the helicopter's rotor blades, which were still approaching.

The helicopter instantly went out of control and crashed, wobbling precariously.

Only four parachutes remained in the air, quickly drifting away into the distance.

boom!
The sound of a helicopter exploding echoed through the mountains and forests, and the flames that had been extinguished rose again.

It illuminated the tense atmosphere in the arena.

Silence fell as Shendu and the demon dragon stared at each other. A rare hint of melancholy flickered in Shendu's eyes. He glanced at the fire magic crystal in his hand, then lowered it, the sealed magic still unactivated.

The Holy Lord turned around, and shadows surged around him.

They surrounded the Ice Trio, but bypassed the Demon Dragon.

Walk into the shadows.

He really has no way to deal with the little demon dragon right now, and besides, could he really kill his own child?

In the eyes of the Holy Lord, he was always just a child. He would understand once he stumbled and fell.

"Old man."

The little demon dragon stared at the Holy Lord's back and suddenly spoke.

The shadows on the ground stopped sinking, and Shendu turned his head, looking calmly at the demon dragon: "What?"

The little demon dragon sighed: "You're a useless old man, but I'm going to give you another chance. If I find you're no longer capable, I'll leave and establish my own kingdom, no longer the eternal prince in your kingdom."

The Holy Lord turned his head, and the shadow spread towards the demon dragon.

A hint of pleasure, unnoticed even by himself, appeared in his eyes: "I told you you're not grown up yet. Children who aren't grown up aren't allowed to leave home."

"Tch~ Old man, what are we going to do next?"

"Help Ximu find treasure, search for the legacy of Zhoulan, turn the Panku Treasure Box, and help me find the materials to resurrect my physical body."

"Alright, old man, one item at a time."

"Then let's go find Zhou Lan's legacy first."
-
At the summit of Mount Everest.

A blond human withdrew his gaze, crossed his arms, and rubbed his arms.

With a touch of emotion, he said, "Your Majesty, everything is basically ready."

“Well done, Vidis. Now you can hide. I’ll rebuild your physical body when I come out.”

Ximu's voice rang out, and next to Vidis, a mirror displayed a crimson scene, with a bat-winged demon's eyes filled with pleasure.

Vidis paused slightly, looked at his hands, and a trace of sadness appeared in his eyes, but he did not show it and put down his hands that were rubbing his arms.

He smiled and replied, "Of course, I'm the only one left in the Winged Clan. As the sole seed, I will wait until the day I can supply His Majesty."

Ximu felt something was off. He looked at the Winged Clan but didn't notice anything. He just nodded and said, "You're a bit weak now and can't adapt to such an extreme environment. Let's go down first."

Vidis nodded, a surge of magical energy flashing across his body, and he rose into the air, slowly flying down from the mountain peak.

“So beautiful”

He couldn't help but sigh.

Xi Mu nodded as he watched the scene: "Although it can't compare to our Heavenly Palace, it is indeed a unique and beautiful sight."

"Another demon has just been resurrected."

"Hmm?" Ximu was somewhat surprised. He looked back and sensed the area in Hell. Including himself, there were still seven demons in Hell; they hadn't disappeared.

"It seems to be His Majesty the God of the Capital's child."

"Oh? He has children?"

"Yes, according to the records I saw, His Majesty the God of the Capital created a child using his own fire and flesh nineteen hundred years ago. I thought he was killed by the Saints, but I never expected that he could be revived now."

"That's strange. I'll go take a look over there. You hide first."

Ximu enthusiastically cut off the communication and disappeared.

The winged creature paused, then calmly put the mirror away.

Then he rubbed his arms together and murmured, "This cold place is not as good as the Heavenly Palace."
-
Los Angeles, Vampire Castle.

Lin Luo returned here after nearly two months.

A large box floats in front of him, and it opens.

The box was filled with a dense array of dark blue crystals. Occasionally, distorted faces would appear among these crystals, their expressions ranging from terror to weeping, radiating a strong negative aura.

This is the crystallization of centaur fear, a total of one hundred million standard units of fear.

This is also the biggest fear-driven gain to date, apart from Atlantis.

There was also a small box next to Lin Luo.

The small box was opened at this moment.

Inside the small box are four colors of fear: the fear crystals of a griffin, a cat-man, a lizard-man, and a vampire that I've collected recently.

Thinking of Stonehenge slightly amplified the production of these fears, even causing the cat-people to feel somewhat dissatisfied.

After inheriting only one-tenth of the greedy version of magic, the Cat Queen said that her people were just a little tired and could hold on, and that the evil god could continue.

Ultimately, this resulted in a fear encompassing over seven million units of all these alien races.

Of course, the largest group is the lizardmen, after all, that race still has 100,000 members, and their reproduction rate is even faster than that of humans. In a few decades, their numbers may reach tens of millions.

Lin Luo looked at the robes he was wearing, raised his hand, and the fear crystals were assimilated one by one.

And began to expand Lin Luo's simple human fear godhood, making it more complex.

Furthermore, the gold patterns that were already present on the red official robe with gold trim began to increase, and the entire body of the God of Fear became increasingly unstable under the continuous impact.

However, this is a necessary process of going from pure to impure.

It is also an essential process for God to ascend.
(End of this chapter)