Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

In an instant, Jackie Chan's legs seemed to be injected with steel springs, and he exerted force so that he was like a cannonball launched by a giant catapult, rushing towards Xiao Yu with astonishing speed, like an arrow released from a bow. His movements were as agile as a cheetah hunting its prey, swift and decisive.

"Crack!"

The ground where he had stood steadily seemed unable to withstand such a powerful impact, and instantly crumbled and collapsed.

The pebbles paving the ground, which were hardened by the passage of time, were now as fragile as paper under the heavy pressure, instantly turning into dust and scattering into the air.

Cracks, like hideous scars, spread wildly outwards from the collapsed area like a spider web. Large swathes of land crumbled in an instant, raising clouds of dust, just like a sandstorm. The scene was chaotic and breathtaking.

Chapter 102 He's gone mad, using cheat codes every day.

Just as the dragon flame was about to strike Xiaoyu's frail body, the dazzling light, like a nimble dragon, swept past.

He lifted Xiaoyu up as lightly as a willow catkin in the wind, skillfully rescuing her from danger, just like a hero catching someone who had fallen off a cliff. It was thrilling yet relieved.

"call"

Blake, who had been hiding behind Jiang Shinian without daring to breathe, finally breathed a sigh of relief.

The tension that had been building up in my chest for so long dissipated instantly, like a deflated balloon.

He raised his hand to wipe the dense beads of sweat from his forehead, and looked up at Jiang Shinian, who was on high alert and exuded a murderous aura.

Seeing that they had already created a safe distance between themselves, they weighed their options briefly and then, like a stealthy thief, quietly retreated.

They were trying to get away from the eye of the dangerous storm and find a safe place.

After rescuing Xiaoyu, Jackie Chan's face was as gloomy as the sky before a storm, so dark it seemed to drip water.

His eyes blazed with fury as he stared intently at the comical yet extremely dangerous "cold-blooded guy" in his baggy shorts, his teeth grinding together, wishing he could rush up and subdue him immediately.

But in an instant, he looked down at Xiaoyu, whose face was pale with fright and still shaken. His eyes were filled with worry, and he was torn between two conflicting feelings, as if he were being pulled in a dilemma by an invisible hand.

Jackie Chan is just a flesh-and-blood man; he doesn't have supernatural powers like having three heads and six arms, nor can he act in multiple places like a ghost.

Although enveloped and protected by this pure white light, and enhanced by his armor, he was not too afraid of the various attacks of the demons.

But what about Xiaoyu?

She was just an ordinary, unprotected little girl; how could she be protected by that magical, immortal divine armor?

If he focuses solely on fighting the demon, then Xiaoyu will be like a lamb exposed in the wilderness, constantly in danger.

However, if he is distracted by taking care of Xiaoyu, he will find it difficult to concentrate on dealing with the demon. If he is not careful, the cunning fellow may find a loophole, escape, and continue to wreak havoc on the world, causing countless innocent people to suffer.

"What should we do..." Jackie Chan's brows were furrowed tightly, his face full of worry, and the wrinkles on his forehead deepened with his troubled expression. His hands were clenched into fists, and his knuckles turned white, showing the intense struggle in his heart.

Just then, the pure white light seemed to possess a spirit and understand human thoughts, splitting into strands of soft light, like flowing ribbons, slowly extending to Xiaoyu's body and gently wrapping her up.

Xiaoyu felt herself surrounded by a warm and powerful current of energy. Her feet gradually left the ground, as if she were being lifted up by a pair of invisible hands, and she floated gently toward Jackie Chan's side.

"Xiaoyu!" "Uncle Long?" The two looked at each other, both with blank and surprised expressions, their eyes still showing a lingering fear and relief at surviving the ordeal.

Then, as if by telepathy, their eyes simultaneously turned to Jiang Shinian. Sparks seemed to fly where their gazes met, and the atmosphere instantly became tense.

"..." Jiang Shinian's eyes widened like copper bells, his anger burning inside him, and he cursed inwardly, "What are you looking at!"

His gaze was so sharp it seemed to pierce through people's hearts, carrying a hint of anger and refusal to back down after being provoked.

"Boom!" Two streaks of light, like lightning, ripped through the night sky, flashing out with a sharp, tearing force.

Jackie Chan reacted swiftly, his figure flashing with extreme speed, as if he had instantly become a blur and disappeared from the spot.

Xiaoyu seemed to be pulled by an invisible rope in the air, moving in sync with him. She was as light and graceful as a butterfly in flight, skillfully avoiding attacks without even a scratch on her hair or clothes.

Jiang Shi Nian squinted at the situation and instantly understood that Xiao Yu would move like a shadow following Jackie Chan's movements. He thought to himself.

In this way, Jackie Chan only needs to focus on dealing with himself, and the situation is likely to become even more difficult.

"Whoosh!" Jackie Chan moved, bending his knees as if drawing a bowstring to its fullest extent, and with a powerful push from the soles of his feet, he left a trail of afterimages as he darted and weaved among the shadowy ninjas.

He was agile and nimble, like a monkey darting through the forest or a swallow leaping nimbly, displaying the demeanor of a master in every gesture.

Wherever he went, the shadowy ninjas were like paper puppets, none of them could stop his lightning-fast steps. They were all skillfully dodged or used against him, making for a spectacular and thrilling scene.

Seeing that Jackie Chan was single-mindedly targeting him and coming with great force, Jiang Shinian did not panic or stop. His gaze, like a cold arrow, instantly turned to Blake, who was trying to sneak away.

"Buzz!" In his scarlet eyes, which were as deep as a sea of ​​blood, light gathered and slowly condensed into the shape of a pig.

The little pig was so lifelike, it seemed to be alive, and its body radiated a fiery energy.

Immediately, two beams of intense heat, like laser rays, shot out from the pig's eyes, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and pierced straight at Blake.

"Jackie Chan!" Blake had been watching Jiang Shinian's every move with bated breath. When he saw Jiang turn his head, he immediately sensed something was wrong, and his heart jumped into his throat.

Just as he was about to run away, the two terrifying lights, carrying the aura of death, rushed towards him, causing his pupils to shrink sharply and him to scream in terror, his voice distorted with fear.

"Damn it!" Jackie Chan, who was rushing towards Jiang Shinian, cursed angrily upon seeing this change, and his figure came to an abrupt stop as if he were slamming on the brakes.

Then, with renewed strength, he moved sideways towards Blake at an astonishing speed, no longer caring about the shadowy ninjas who were still rushing towards him, baring their teeth and claws.

At this moment, Blake's safety was his top priority; he couldn't let his companion be put in danger.

"Zizi"

Sensing its master's intention, the Undying God Armor shone brightly once more, like a giant torch being lit.

The shadowy ninjas, upon touching the light, sizzled like moths to a flame, instantly producing a crackling sound like roasted meat.

Their bodies then dissolved, turning into wisps of black smoke that drifted into the air, leaving only a pungent odor as a testament to their demise.

"Chong"

Jackie Chan took a few steps, his strides bold and powerful, each step seemingly traversing thousands of mountains and rivers, instantly covering a distance of 100 meters.

He shielded Blake with his sturdy body, like a towering city wall, facing the two aurora borealis head-on with his armor.

There was a loud "boom".

It was like a loud thunderclap.

Jackie Chan was struck as if by a giant hammer, flying sideways and crashing heavily to the ground, raising a cloud of dust and flying sand and stones, leaving the scene in complete disarray.

"Uncle Long!"

Xiaoyu floated to the side, her little face full of anxiety and worry, her eyes reddening and tears welling up. She shouted at the top of her lungs, her voice trembling with sobs, showing her deep concern for Jackie Chan's safety.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, everyone's vision was obstructed. But before long, Jackie Chan, as if a war god had been reborn, stood up from the dust unharmed. He dusted himself off, his eyes regained their sharp eagle-like gaze, and he clenched his fists again, ready to face the battle to come.

The momentum didn't diminish at all, but rather increased, as if the previous attack was just a warm-up.

Chapter 103 Xiaoyu can use magic?!

"Demons and ghosts, please leave now..."

"Demons and ghosts, please leave now..."

"Demons and ghosts, please leave now..."

The ancient and mysterious incantation seemed to drift from the deep valley of time, carrying an unyielding and majestic aura, echoing repeatedly in this space filled with the smoke of battle and the atmosphere of tension.

Each syllable is like a pebble thrown into a calm lake, creating layers of invisible ripples.

Even so, Jackie Chan was still as if he were being swept away by a powerful, almost tyrannical force, and was easily blasted away against his will.

His body traced a slightly disheveled arc in the air, his clothes fluttering wildly, like a broken-winged eagle.

But the mysterious white light surrounding him and Xiaoyu was like an extremely calm and composed guardian.

It flickered slightly without causing a ripple, like a thin cloud gently stirred by a breeze in a tranquil night sky, without revealing even the slightest tremor or undulation, steadily protecting them within that pure and peaceful curtain of light.

While everyone was still immersed in this fleeting yet thrilling turn of events...

Xiaoyu, a girl who is usually full of quirky and clever ideas, had a resolute light in her eyes that seemed out of place for her age.

With her small, delicate hand, as nimble as a swallow, she quickly reached into the depths of her pocket, and after a few rustling sounds, pulled out a dried pufferfish that looked dry and wrinkled.

The dried pufferfish seemed to come alive in her small hands; she held it tightly, her face taut like a fully drawn bowstring.

Every expression on her face was filled with focus and seriousness. Then, she went straight towards Jiang Shinian's direction, her small mouth opening and closing, and a string of incantations, like lively musical notes, jumped out from her lips incessantly.

"What the hell?"

Jiang Shinian was struck as if by a bolt from the blue. He was jolted awake and stood there dumbfounded.

His eyes, which had been full of confidence and amusement, were instantly filled with astonishment and bewilderment, and his mouth opened slightly.

He wanted to say something, but it was as if an invisible hand was gripping his throat, and he couldn't utter a single complete word for a long time.

He just kept pondering it to himself.

When and where did this little girl secretly learn such mysterious magic?

This was like a variable that appeared out of nowhere, catching him completely off guard!

"Xiaoyu! When did you learn magic from your father??"

Jackie Chan had just recovered from the dizziness and disarray of being blown away by the blast. He sprang to his feet, not even having time to brush off the dust.

Just like an enraged cheetah, full of anger and the momentum of victory, it was about to launch another lightning-fast charge towards Jiang Shinian.

But out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of his niece solemnly waving the dried pufferfish that his father usually used when casting spells.

He looked just like a fledgling magician who was eager to try his hand at magic.

Although his movements still carried a touch of immaturity, his earnest and persistent spirit was something no one could ignore.

As Xiaoyu's incantation grew more rapid, it was as if a passionate and exciting symphony had reached its climax.

The surrounding air seemed to be violently stirred by an invisible yet incredibly powerful hand.

The fluctuations of magic are like the babbling brook after the ice thaws in spring; at first, they flow slowly and almost imperceptibly.

In the blink of an eye, it converged into a surging, turbulent river, frantically swirling and merging around the dried pufferfish.

The crystal-clear, aquamarine energy, as if meticulously sculpted from the purest ice crystals, is interwoven and entwined like delicate silk threads or dreamlike ribbons, shimmering with a captivating and enchanting light.

With a light wave of her arm, Xiaoyu unleashed the sky-blue energy that had gathered and taken shape, as if imbued with a soul. It resembled a graceful water snake, drawing an extremely beautiful arc in the air, exuding a mysterious charm.

Where the arc passed, the air was filled with a faint mist, as if a beautiful ink painting was slowly unfolding, exquisitely beautiful, yet concealing a sharp and mysterious force that should not be underestimated.

"laugh"

As Xiaoyu's incantation grew increasingly obscure and difficult to understand, like a mysterious chant from ancient times, it lingered in the air, never ceasing to be heard.