Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

After all, although the magical tide had receded from its surging momentum, it had not dried up or dried up. For mages like him who persevered, their magical power remained, like a smoldering ember.

Therefore, faced with this farce of magical revival, the old man felt no joy, only resistance and resentment.

In this era of advanced technology and increasingly sound laws, humanity has finally begun to move towards peace. If a mysterious force were to disrupt things at this time, it would bring no blessings, but at least for now, only disaster.

"Your ancestors grew weary of the endless battle between Yin and Yang, and secretly used their methods to escape when the righteous energy had a slight advantage and the dark energy was pressing down on them. This caused the two forces to become like a stagnant pool, without any further ripples. Haha ...

As Jiang Shinian spoke, he threw his head back and burst into wild laughter again. The laughter sounded even more ferocious amidst the howling wind, like a demon celebrating its victory, causing the heavens and earth to lose their color and the wind and clouds to change color.

The raging wind, like a frenzied dancer, swept up sand and stones, swirling and leaping around him, making him appear even more arrogant and terrifying, as if cheering for his "performance" and wanting to completely overturn the last remaining order in the world.

"Those guys who call themselves immortal gods are utterly ridiculous. When they die, they only think about sealing the demon instead of eliminating it completely. Why? Because the demon, like them, has an immortal body."

"They've done just that, patting their behinds, abandoning this world, sealing us away with their broken bodies, and going off to enjoy themselves, leaving behind this desolate world. Hmph, do you think this world will just let it go and sit idly by?"

Jiang Shinian's gaze was like lightning, piercing his father as if trying to see through his soul. The oppressive force contained in that gaze was like a tangible thing, making the air around his father seem to freeze, and every movement was extremely difficult.

After a long silence, the old man finally sighed, his cloudy eyes filled with determination, and said in a deep voice, "In the end, justice in this world must be shouldered by humanity. At this moment, I must stop you, prevent the birth of evil, and protect the current balance."

"Once the balance is lost, it will be a catastrophic disaster for humanity, and a devastating blow to the world, leaving it with no hope of recovery!"

The old man stood beneath a crumbling wall, its surface etched with the marks of time. Moss, stubbornly spreading amidst the tense atmosphere, seemed to silently recount the perseverance of the past.

At this moment, however, he was also infected by the resolute aura emanating from his father, and trembled as if he knew that an earth-shattering battle was about to begin.

Chapter 109: Seducing Xiaoyu?

"Hahahahaha!"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shinian felt as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world. He looked up at the sky and laughed wildly, his voice booming as if it would collapse the heavens.

"You humans' so-called justice is nothing but a beautifully woven facade for murder, full of hypocrisy and bloodshed! The light you shout about is actually a gorgeous disguise for greed and cruelty, a naked exchange of equal value!"

"Your evil, hidden beneath a veneer of grandeur, is far more detestable and contemptible than we demons!"

"We demons at least adhere to the world's standards in our actions, unlike you, who spout benevolence and morality while committing heinous acts, and yet you dare to deceive yourselves in the name of justice? Hahahaha!"

Every laugh Jiang Shinian let out was accompanied by a surge of magical power around him, and the scarlet light overflowed from his eyes, flowing along the gaps in his scales.

Like burning magma, it sizzled and burned the surrounding air, making this dim world appear even more eerie and terrifying.

Jiang's breathing eased slightly after ten years, but he did not stop speaking. His tone became increasingly impassioned, as if a prophet were proclaiming the end of the world.

"The world's counterattack has already begun. Even if you humans represent the world's will and are protected by righteousness, sealing and slaughtering the demons one by one and sweeping them off the stage of history, have you ever thought that at that time, you will become the dark scum of the world?"

"At that time, a new ethnic group will surely rise up, raising the banner of justice, but wantonly indulging in their own selfish desires, burying you deep in the yellow sands of history, where no one will care anymore!"

"Light will eventually fade, and stars cannot shine forever, but where the afterglow disappears, even more brilliant starlight will surely take its place. This is the ironclad law of the world, which no one can defy!"

After he finished speaking, all around fell silent, with only the mournful sound of the wind.

Old Man, Jackie Chan, Jade, Black, and even Kurret, who was lying motionless with his butt sticking out in the distance, his life hanging in the balance, along with the countless other beings hidden behind the technological barrier, all seemed to be frozen in place, speechless.

Letting Jiang's rampant clamor fill this once prosperous but now devastated neighborhood for ten years seems like a declaration of demonic sovereignty, or a cold mockery of the world.

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“My heart is set on good, and I do not wish to commit mass killings. You can all see that.”

“Now that the world has resurrected me, there will be another, and another, of demons following in my footsteps. My brothers and sisters are a hundred times more cruel and a thousand times more tyrannical than I am. They are treacherous, cunning, despicable, and evil, and will stop at nothing to stop them!”

"What if you are unfortunately defeated by them?"

Jiang Shinian's gaze swept over the crowd. Seeing that no one dared to object, he raised the corners of his mouth in a half-smile. After a brief pause, once the smile faded, he spoke again, his voice carrying a hint of seduction and persuasion.

"Instead of fighting to the death with those unreasonable people who only know how to slaughter, why not join hands with me and work together to advance the world's power? What do you all think?"

After speaking, Jiang Shinian turned slightly to the side, his dragon eyes, which shimmered with a blood-red light and resembled two eerie ghost flames, staring straight at Xiaoyu, his gaze seemingly hiding a different kind of expectation and deep meaning.

At that moment, a strange bolt of lightning ripped through the thick clouds, briefly illuminating the ruins. The pale light reflected Jiang Shinian's ferocious face, adding to his mystery and terror, as if he were a messenger from the depths of hell, bringing judgment and choices of fate.

"What are you looking at!"

Xiaoyu's heart skipped a beat, and she felt a strange sense of familiarity, like an electric current running through her. But before she could investigate, Jackie Chan appeared like a bolt of lightning, blocking her way. His massive body blocked out the sun and intercepted the sharp gaze, protecting Xiaoyu completely.

Jackie Chan's immortal divine armor emitted a faint yet resilient light, standing out like a luminous pearl in the dim light, like a shield of justice resisting the corruption of demons.

"Hmph!" Jiang Shinian chuckled a few times upon seeing this, and said no more. However, behind that smile, there seemed to be many calculations.

Xiaoyu's identity is truly extremely special.

She is like a darling of fate, straddling the realms of good and evil. She is both a Saint chosen by the righteous, shouldering the responsibility of protection, and a Shadow Queen favored by the dark forces, wielding mysterious power.

A young girl, barely out of her teens, navigates between the two extremes of the world's will with ease and enjoys great favor.

Recalling the time when he watched the anime, Jiang Shinian was full of doubts. If he was a Saint Seiya, why did he first get the Tara tattoo and become the Shadow Queen in the later plot, and then successively add many identities such as the Jungle Cat Queen, one of the leaders of the "Pinning Shadow" Legion, and Howling Wind "Toad"?

The dark forces seemed relentless, trying every means to win her over and bring her under their control.

On the righteous side, they were not to be outdone, boasting halos such as reincarnated Saint Seiya, founder of the "Dragon Group", leader of the T Legion, and magic advisor of District 13.

They're vying for it!

Such a complex, multifaceted, and astonishing identity setting might bring a smile to people's faces in virtual animation, serving as mere entertainment. However, now, in this seemingly real and vibrant world, the reasons behind it cannot help but make people think deeply, as if there are many mysteries waiting to be solved.

In this tense and suffocating atmosphere, Xiaoyu's special identity is like a bomb that could explode at any moment, adding an unspeakable variable and crisis to this confrontation between good and evil, leaving everyone's hearts in their throats, wondering which way the scales of fate will ultimately tip.

"That's all I have to say. Humans, take care of yourselves!"

Jiang Shinian's booming voice, as if carrying the chilling cold of the deepest hell, rolled out from his gaping maw, like the cry of a night owl, echoing in the howling wind and gloomy sky.

Each syllable seemed to contain immense force, crashing heavily into everyone's ears, causing the air to buzz and ripple like invisible ripples spreading outwards from him.

It made everyone present feel a sharp pain in their eardrums, and a chill unconsciously rose in their hearts, as if they were shrouded in a mysterious pressure from the dark abyss.

At this moment, this once prosperous but now devastated neighborhood resembles a post-apocalyptic painting ravaged by war.

On both sides of the street, broken walls and ruins stand unevenly, with layers of charred bricks peeling off, like the mottled and decaying face of an old man, trembling in the wind, telling of past glory and present desolation.

The gale, carrying sand and dust, rampaged through the streets like a hungry wolf. Gravel lashed against the ruins, making a crackling sound, as if the world was wailing and lamenting in agony under the oppressive power of this demon.

In the sky, the leaden-gray clouds were so thick that they seemed to be pressing down on the entire firmament, piling up so densely that they were impenetrable, with only a few eerie flashes of lightning occasionally appearing.

Like a ferocious beast lurking deep in the clouds, it extends its sharp claws and briefly tears through the endless darkness before disappearing without a trace, leaving behind only a deathly silence and oppression.

Chapter 110 You guys are still cheating? I'm making a run for it.

Jackie Chan felt a sudden chill, as if he had been struck by a hidden electric current. He wondered to himself if this devil was about to slip away and make a run for it.

A thought flashed through his mind, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky. In a moment of inspiration, he raised his head and shouted, "Holy Lord! If you really want to cooperate with us, at least show some sincerity! For example, hand over a few talismans. We'll leave the tiger talisman and rat talisman aside for now, but pick a few insignificant ones and give them to humans for safekeeping, how about that?"

As he spoke, Jackie Chan's figure resembled a cheetah that had been lying in wait for a long time, his muscles taut, every fiber like a bowstring full of power, ready to be released at any moment.

He shifted his feet slightly, and the broken stone slab beneath his feet creaked under the slight friction, as if silently gathering strength for his upcoming action.

The glint in the depths of his eyes, like a brilliant star in the night sky, betrayed his scheming mind. He was trying to use this "cooperation" as a pretext to cleverly weaken the demon's power, turn the tide, and save the collapsing edifice.

"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Shinian abruptly stopped. The dragon wings that had been slowly flapping behind him, seemingly covering the sky, were pulled together by an invisible force and instantly closed. The scales rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound, just like the autumn wind blowing through dry grass, revealing a sense of solemnity and determination.

His massive, mountain-like body stood firm amidst the swirling sand and dust, resembling an ancient and majestic statue of a demon god, exuding a mysterious and dangerous aura.

He pondered to himself that if Jackie Chan was truly interested in cooperating, this proposal was not entirely unacceptable. Like a wise man weighing the pros and cons on both sides of a scale, a hint of hesitation and consideration flashed in his eyes.

Just as he was about to respond, he caught a glimpse of a hazy white light gathering at Jackie Chan's feet out of the corner of his eye, like the first ray of dawn breaking through layers of thick fog and struggling to emerge.

Though faint and delicate, it exudes a mysterious and surging power.

The white light resembled a nimble white snake, meandering and moving across the ground.

Wherever it passed, the dust seemed to come alive, giving way to it, and it exuded a powerful aura that could not be underestimated. It was like a chess game with hidden secrets, where one move could bring the whole game to life, but it could also conceal a deadly move.

Jiang Shinian's eyebrows twitched, as if he were an enraged lion, his mane bristling and his eyes wide with fury.

The crimson light in his eyes burned like hellfire, and he cursed, "I've witnessed the despicable nature of you humans today!"

After he finished speaking, the shadow beneath his feet, like a giant beast that had been sleeping for a thousand years and lurking in the deepest hell, suddenly awoke.

In an instant, it surged and converged like ink, so thick that it resembled a materialized dark tide, surging and layering upon layer.

The dark tide surged and roared wildly beneath our feet with a force that seemed to devour all light and hope in the world, turning it into endless silence and darkness.

Each vortex seemed like an entrance to an abyss, exuding a chilling aura of death.

"stop!"

When Jackie Chan realized his bluff had failed, he was frantic with worry, like an ant on a hot pan. He roared, and the sound waves rolled back and forth in the narrow alley, like a thunderclap, causing wisps of dust to fall from the surrounding ruins.

At the same time, he stomped his foot hard, and his body shone brightly. The light was like a cascading galaxy, dazzling and enveloping him, as if he were wearing a divine armor. Wherever the light reached, all darkness and gloom melted away like ice and snow meeting the warm sun.

The stone slabs and smooth pebbles underfoot, like fragile thin ice, shattered and crumbled instantly under the impact of this powerful force, turning into dust and raising clouds of smoke, as if the earth could not bear the weight and was groaning in pain.

Jackie Chan's figure, like an arrow released from a bow, accompanied by the whistling wind, soared to its limit, as if to tear through the void and surpass the speed of sound, rushing towards Jiang Shinian like a meteor chasing the moon.

Wherever he went, the air seemed to be cut by a sharp blade, hissing. The ruins on both sides of the street seemed to be pushed by an invisible giant hand, teetering on the verge of collapse. The whole world seemed to tremble and make way for his desperate charge.

"Damn it!" Jiang Shinian was secretly shocked. He felt a deathly aura rushing towards him. The surging momentum was like Mount Tai pressing down on him, almost suffocating him.

"You lowly people, you'll regret what you've done today sooner or later!"

Having uttered those harsh words, Jiang Shinian dared not delay for a moment. He waved his hands, chanting incantations, and the magic power around him surged wildly like a burning beacon, accelerating the opening of the Ghost Shadow Kingdom's passage.

Before him, the air seemed to be torn open, and darkness poured out like a greedy maw, constantly expanding and extending, as if to devour him whole and take him away from this perilous place.

Seeing the blinding light arrive like a surging wave in an instant, Jiang Shinian's pupils shrank sharply. He steeled his heart and roared to the sky: "Time stop!"

In an instant, a mysterious ripple emanated from his body, spreading rapidly like ripples.

Wherever the ripples passed, the light was as clear as water, spreading across the land and etching strange marks in the air, like the fingerprints of time, mysterious and profound.

Time seemed to be frozen in place, everything standing still. The sand and dust that had been flying wildly in the wind were now suspended in mid-air, as if guided by invisible threads.

Every grain of sand is clearly visible, like a crystal.

The withered grass, swaying in the wind and almost broken, is frozen in its most vulnerable moment, like a static sketch, exuding endless desolation and helplessness.

Jiang Shi Nian looked around and saw that everyone was in different poses, like statues frozen in ice.

The shadowy soldiers, like eagles with broken wings, hovered in mid-air, their wings outstretched, frozen in the moment of spreading their wings.

The lingering ferocity and resentment in those eyes seemed to have been frozen in time, becoming eternal.