Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Chapter 105 Oh no, Dad's lizard flew away!

Jiang Shinian seemed to be suddenly pulled by the giant hand of fate, his body tensing instantly, each scale like a raised, cold blade, gleaming with a chilling luster in the dim light.

The next moment, his thick, massive dragon tail, covered with mysterious patterns, seemed to be infused with the powerful strength of an ancient war god, resembling an iron whip that had broken free of its shackles and carried the might of world destruction, accompanied by a fierce wind.

The wind howled past, like the wailing of ghosts and howling of wolves, or the thunderous roar of a thousand horses, carrying immense power and sweeping out with an almost tyrannical force.

For a moment, the surrounding air seemed to be sliced ​​by a sharp blade.

It hissed.

Blood and bone fragments were like withered leaves swept up in a gale in late autumn, or like scattered soldiers fleeing in defeat on the battlefield, all being whipped into the air.

Scattered wildly in that chaotic space, splashing up a bloody storm, the scene was extremely tragic, just like a battlefield descending upon the world, filled with a chilling and murderous aura.

"Dad!"

Jackie Chan was exhausted from the long and arduous battle. His eyes were bloodshot from the fight, and his face was covered with a mixture of sweat and blood, showing endless anxiety and weakness.

However, at this critical moment, that shout was like a brilliant ray of dawn, piercing through layers of gloom, bursting out of the throat, high-pitched and passionate, with undisguised ecstasy and eager expectation, exploding in this deadly and bloody atmosphere!

In the long and arduous struggle against this demon, every minute and every second was torture, and every confrontation felt like teetering on the edge of death.

Now, his father seemed to have descended from the heavens, like a lone boat that had been adrift in turbulent waves for a long time and was almost sunk, finally seeing a peaceful harbor. How could he not be overjoyed and filled with excitement?

In contrast, Jiang Shinian had transformed into a cold and stern war god, radiating a chilling aura and immense pressure.

The crimson flames in his eyes were like the karmic fire of the deepest hell, raging and leaping wildly, like two eerie ghost flames lurking in the darkness, watching their prey.

His face was ashen, like the midnight sky shrouded in leaden clouds, dark and gloomy, filled with vigilance and apprehension. Every wrinkle and every taut muscle spoke of the tension of facing a formidable enemy.

He kept a close eye on his father's every move, as if the slightest mistake would lead to utter ruin.

In the old man's hand, a ball of green light was steadily held up. The green light seemed to be the mysterious primordial force that had gathered at the beginning of the universe, or the spiritual light stolen from an ancient fairyland. It was dazzling and dreamlike.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a seemingly ordinary but actually mysterious dried lizard.

At this moment, it was as if it were a divine artifact awakened by an ancient god, and the magic power around it was like a primordial beast that had been sleeping for thousands of years, surging and converging.

Vast and powerful, like a surging tide, wave after wave, rushing forward and crashing wildly, impacting the surrounding space.

It seems to want to drag all the rules and order of this world into this magical vortex.

Compared to the faint fluctuations of Xiaoyu's magic earlier, they were like a weak firefly trembling under the bright moon, or a tiny grain of rice facing the dazzling warm sun.

In an instant, it was swallowed up by this endless light, its color dimmed, and it appeared insignificant and dull compared to this blazing green light.

As the magic continued to surge, an increasingly strange and magnificent scene slowly unfolded in the green light, like a beautiful scroll from a mysterious otherworld being slowly laid out.

Like a mirage, the flowers, plants, and trees gradually emerge from nothingness, their crystal-clear appearance as if carved from the finest jade.

Each petal and each leaf is engraved with the divine patterns of nature, its entire body glowing and radiating a warm and mysterious halo, which seems to tell the secrets of ancient times.

Wisps of white mist, like a soft veil woven by celestial maidens, swirl around, adding a touch of ethereal beauty to this dreamlike realm. It's as if one has stumbled into a paradise, so enchanted that one loses all sense of direction.

Beneath your feet, the yellow sand stretches out like a golden ribbon, traveling through time and space from the distant desert to cover a lonely island, where the vegetation is lush and verdant.

That green is the most vibrant color of life, the strongest sound played by nature. Every leaf and every flower seems to be infused with life and light, shimmering brightly.

They seemed to be cheering and jumping for joy, welcoming this long-awaited opportunity in the present world.

The green island, which was initially just a phantom the size of a palm, was nurtured by magic and seemed to be breathed on by a god, becoming more and more real, as if it were about to cross time and space, descend to the mortal world, and bring an unknown turning point in fate.

"Demons and monsters, leave quickly! Demons and monsters, leave quickly..."

Jiang Shinian's eyes twitched violently, his narrow eyes narrowing into dangerous slits, like a lurking beast.

He revealed his deadly edge as the prey approached, secretly thinking that he absolutely could not let his father "cast his spell" like this.

He decisively raised his hand, and in an instant, a mysterious wave seemed to appear out of thin air, vibrating through the air. The wave resembled ripples on the surface of water after a boulder was thrown in, but it carried the potential for earth-shattering power.

"Except your weapons!"

Jiang Shinian, as if possessed by magic, let out a low shout. Before the words had even finished, a bright light, like lightning, tore through the chaotic darkness, carrying an unparalleled sharpness, and shot towards his father at lightning speed.

The magic in his hands seemed effortless and natural, an instinct honed through countless battles.

Unlike his father, who had to mutter incantations and recite lengthy spells like a sluggish old scholar, he was far from being efficient on the battlefield where life and death were at a breakneck pace.

"oops!"

The old man was completely focused on gathering magical power, like a priest about to begin a grand ritual, immersed in the sacred atmosphere of communicating with the gods.

Caught off guard by the sudden, intense light, like a general caught off guard by a hidden arrow, his body jolted violently, and he cried out in surprise. His voice, filled with astonishment and resentment, echoed in the air, breaking the momentary silence.

"Dad's lizard flew away!"

With that shout, the magic that had been poised to be unleashed in his hand instantly dissipated, and the magical power surged in all directions like an out-of-control tide.

The old man watched helplessly as the magical artifact slipped from his hand and flew into the distance, as if watching his own hope fall.

But the next second, he didn't bother to pick them up. Instead, he reached up and took off the small glasses hanging on his nose, hurriedly wiping them with the corner of his clothes, muttering, "There's one more thing, why are Dad's glasses dirty?"

That appearance, like a stain on glasses, was even more important than the tense battle situation at hand.

His composure and persistence in the face of life and death were somewhat amusing, yet they also highlighted his unique personality and way of handling things.

In the blink of an eye, Dad finished wiping, a relieved smile spreading across his face: "Phew, it's finally clean."

At the same time, Jiang Shinian heard a notification sound in his ear.

Chapter 106 God-level Magic - Time Stop!

[Behavior judgment successful. You have obtained the divine magic—Time Stop!]

"Let me fight against the main characters, it really is about fighting against the main characters."

Jiang Shinian watched his father bend down to pick up the magic artifact, then snorted coldly twice. His laughter was icy and full of mockery and disdain.

"We've finally completed this task."

His tense nerves relaxed slightly as he stood on the dim earth, surrounded by thick, inky shadows that seemed like a tangible dark tide, ready to engulf him and send him into the kingdom of shadows.

He had already planned it out. The Undying God Armor could not only make Xiaoyu levitate, but it would also be easy for Jackie Chan to take to the air. Once they were locked in a fierce battle in the sky, he would be caught in a pincer movement and entangled with the two of them. Escaping would be as difficult as ascending to heaven.

That's why he kept maneuvering on the ground, occasionally launching surprise attacks on Black, distracting Jackie Chan to rescue him and throwing him into disarray. Just like a cunning fox, he cleverly plotted under the hunter's nose, seeking a chance to survive.

"Jackie Chan."

Having completed his mission, Jiang Shinian lost interest in continuing the fight. He thought that using words to disrupt their minds was a good strategy, so he shouted in a hoarse, deep voice, like a broken bellows.

"You've come to attack me with such force and arrogance, calling it a campaign against a demon. But I'd like to ask, what heinous crimes has this demon committed that warrants such a massive mobilization to surround this Black Hand Building?"

The tone was leisurely, with a touch of cynical mockery, as if issuing a challenge to the opponent, challenging their so-called justice and righteousness.

"You've slaughtered so many people, and you still want to shirk responsibility? If this isn't a sin, what is? You not only attacked me, but also innocent Blake, and even tried to kill Xiaoyu!"

Jackie Chan was consumed by rage, his eyes almost spitting fire, like burning cauldrons, his chest heaving violently.

Each breath was heavy and labored, like a bellows. He ran to his father's side and stood there like a warrior who had found a strong backer. He straightened his back and roared back at the top of his lungs.

The roar was deafening, as if it would shatter the clouds, carrying an undeniable anger and condemnation, echoing between heaven and earth, to proclaim the evil deeds of the devil to the world.

"Things aren't as simple as you say."

Jiang Shinian remained calm and composed, his tone still leisurely. He crossed his arms, appearing as a wise man in control of the situation, with a touch of cynical mockery.

"The cause was that you surrounded me and attacked me first. I was just acting in self-defense and even showed mercy by letting many people go. The deaths and injuries of those people were just the price of your wrong decision."

He spoke eloquently, as if recounting a truth that had been misunderstood by the world. His tone even carried a hint of grievance and innocence, making it somewhat bewildering and difficult to discern the truth from the falsehood.

"No, it is because you enslaved countless humans long ago. Your tyranny and cruelty made your subjects unable to bear it any longer, so they rose up to attack you, resulting in your current predicament."

The old man put his glasses back on, straightening the frames with a steady and powerful movement, as if gathering his aura. He gripped the magical artifact tightly, as if holding fate by the throat, and his cloudy eyes revealed a sharpness that seemed to see through the devil's disguise.

The aged voice, deep and powerful, broke the brief silence, resonating in the air like a resounding bell, awakening people's memories of that dark period of history.

"Oh? Since I'm already in such a sorry state, why are you still pressing me and kicking me when I'm down?"

Jiang Shinian raised his head and cackled, his laughter like the hooting of an owl, sharp and piercing, tearing through the sky and echoing in the air, carrying resentment and indignation.

"The victor is king, the loser is villain. History has always been written by you humans, so naturally you will exaggerate the evil deeds of demons. But is that really the case? Is there really absolute right and wrong, black and white in this world?"

He pressed on relentlessly, as if questioning fate or challenging the established rules of the world; every word he uttered was like a heavy hammer, striking the hearts of everyone present.

Jiang Shi Nian paused, his emotions growing increasingly agitated, like a powder keg being ignited. His voice rose, booming like a great bell, echoing through the heavens: "Back then, although I ruled over humanity, I also protected them. When have we, the Eight Great Demons, ever slaughtered humanity on a large scale? Weren't we just letting you live in peace!"

"But what about you? You are treacherous and shameless, betraying your own emperor and attempting to overthrow his rule and establish a new kingdom!"

"Look at the history of human development, how many people died in those bloody wars and cruel punishments? How many countries were destroyed? How many ethnic groups were ruined? And how many lives were wiped out because of your struggle for power and profit!"

"Don't you have any idea how badly the world's ecology has been destroyed? The number of people I've killed who tried to harm me doesn't even equal the death toll of one of your small-scale battles. And you call that kindness and justice? You even know right from wrong?"

Jiang's words were sharp and aggressive, like a heavy hammer, leaving everyone present speechless.

The old man frowned, as if he were trapped in a thousand-year-old labyrinth, racking his brains, trying to find a way out, and was speechless for a moment.

Jackie Chan is not good with words, and faced with this sharp question, he opened his mouth but could not utter a single word for a long time. He felt as if his throat was blocked and all his anger was extinguished by a bucket of cold water, leaving him only with confusion.

Xiaoyu's face turned bright red, like a ripe tomato. Her thoughts were swirling on her tongue, but she swallowed them back, overwhelmed by the complex situation and profound remarks.

Indeed, my father had searched through countless ancient texts and secrets and knew that the eight ancient demons were not as vicious, tyrannical, and cruel as they were portrayed in literary works.

Just like the mountain demon Bogang, who enslaved humans to find food but was not picky about food and could eat anything, it was his enormous appetite that caused people unbearable suffering and made him the most vicious symbol in the records.

The Moon Demon was even more wronged. He lived peacefully on the moon, but a group of people inexplicably came to his door and sealed him into hell without saying a word, where he suffered endless torment. He was truly pitiful.

But the wheels of history keep turning, the truth is buried by dust, and good and evil are interpreted one-sidedly. No one knows what new chapter this confrontation will unfold. Only passion and fighting spirit continue to burn brightly in the sky above this battlefield.

"The world is already undergoing a quiet transformation. Those subtle, wispy movements are like the glimmers of lightning surging in the clouds before a storm, faintly trembling the very foundation of the world beneath the leaden-gray sky."

Jiang Shinian's deep, hoarse voice, like a mysterious murmur from the deepest hell, carrying both decay and majesty, echoed softly in the heavy, almost suffocating air.

The wind whistled past their ears, like the lament of vengeful spirits, or an ominous prelude to fate, causing everyone's clothes to flutter and their hair to dance wildly, as if the invisible hand of fate was manipulating the threads of this situation.

He casually uttered these words, but his sharp eyes, like a hawk locking onto its prey, remained fixed on his father, as if trying to discern the secrets hidden in his heart from the changes in his expression.

The sky grew increasingly gloomy, with thick, dark clouds piling up like towering, continuous black mountains, pressing down heavily and completely swallowing the already faint light.

Only a few pale rays of light struggled to pierce through the gaps in the clouds, scattering across this land filled with a chilling atmosphere, as if sketching a cold and sinister backdrop for the cruel battle that was about to unfold.

Jackie Chan, standing to the side, was completely bewildered upon hearing this. His face was filled with confusion, like a crumpled piece of white paper, utterly bewildered by this sudden and seemingly fantastical statement.

Jiang's sharp words from ten years ago had already left him speechless. He could barely keep up with the thought process thanks to his limited knowledge as an archaeologist. But this sudden appearance of "a great change in the world" and "a new demon is about to be born" was too much to bear.