Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Lotus Temple...

Chapter 149 Split up

As night falls, everything becomes silent.

Only the wind whispered in my ear, as if telling an ancient secret.

Under the cover of this thick, inky night, a dark tide surged forth like a turbulent black wave.

Enveloped in endless gloom and mystery, it surged in an instant to the outside of an ancient ruin hidden deep in the mountains and forests.

The waves crashed against the surrounding land, raising clouds of dust.

The dust, like the sighs of time, drifted leisurely in the air, as if this ancient, sealed secret realm was uttering a reluctant murmur, protesting the disturbance of this uninvited guest.

"right here?"

With his fiery red hair, Afu resembled a demon god slowly emerging from the abyss of hell. He was tall and strong, with taut muscles all over his body, and every inch of his skin contained explosive power.

That powerful and vigorous aura seemed to materialize, spreading outwards.

His leopard-like eyes were wide open, and his copper-bell-like pupils flashed with a wary and scrutinizing light, so sharp that they seemed to pierce through the dust of a thousand years.

He carefully examined every hidden corner and every tiny crack in the ruins, cautiously yet domineeringly surveying the surroundings.

"Did you thoroughly investigate the situation before the Holy Lord instructed you to do it?"

Afu's voice was booming, his deep and penetrating voice like the roar of an ancient mythical beast.

A sudden roar erupted outside the silent ruins, causing visible ripples to spread through the surrounding air, like an invisible, surging wave.

Suddenly, the trunk of a huge tree, as thick as a barrel and requiring several people to encircle, cracked without warning.

Slowly emerging from it was a withered, black arm, as if sculpted from charcoal, with long, stiff fingers, like the claws of a demon reaching out from the deepest hell, coldly pointing Afu in a direction.

Following the shadowy soldier's withered, corpse-like fingers, one could see an unusually colored mark hidden within the weathered stone wall of the ruins.

The marks resembled cunning and treacherous venomous snakes, lurking in the dense grass, their pale, almost transparent color blending seamlessly with the rustic hue of the stone wall.

If it weren't for the Shadow Ninja's precise instructions, even the most astute outsider, with keen eyes and meticulous attention to detail, would have found it extremely difficult to detect this subtle flaw. It was as if it were a deliberate illusion laid down by time, quietly guarding the mysterious treasure deep within the ruins.

"It seems this place has also been shrouded in so-called righteous magic."

Afu's red hair stood on end like the mane of an enraged lion. He let out a cold snort, a sound like a biting wind whistling through the forest.

"Is magic present in everything in this world?"

After he finished speaking, the surroundings became as quiet as a vacuum, with only the rustling of leaves in the breeze. The shadowy ninjas seemed to have transformed into the primordial particles of darkness.

He perfectly concealed himself, and no one responded. Only Afu's doubts and resentment lingered in the heavy air, refusing to dissipate for a long time.

Where is Jackie Chan?

Afu spoke again, his voice like a massive boulder rolling down a deep valley, so heavy and powerful it was terrifying. The sound waves were like tangible shockwaves, spreading out layer by layer, making people's eardrums ache.

In an instant, a huge rock suddenly "cracked open" on its surface, and a black hand emerged from it, with clearly defined knuckles.

Like a compass pointer indicating the direction of fate, it steadfastly points into the depths of the ruins, as if a pair of mysterious eyes in the darkness are quietly turning the gears of destiny.

"He's already in? Humph!"

Seeing this, Afu's eyes widened in anger, like burning embers, and he stomped his feet hard on the ground.

The force was like a meteorite impact, kicking up dust like a mushroom cloud. The fist, as big as a clay pot, accompanied by a whooshing sound, was like a cannonball, crashing into the seemingly indestructible wall.

"boom!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap on the day of the Awakening of Insects, shook people's eardrums, almost causing them to lose their hearing, but the wall remained as immovable as a sacred mountain rooted to the earth.

The force of the recoil was like a surging undercurrent, rushing up along Afu's arm, making his arm numb and his palm burning hot.

As if scorched by a raging fire, he cried out in pain and quickly shook off his hand, a hint of annoyance and resentment flashing across his face, like a lion that had been provoked, angry but temporarily helpless.

After a moment of silence, the bushes rustled as if being manipulated by an invisible force.

A dark figure, like a phantom of the night, drifted to Afu's side. Its form was ethereal, like smoke, and it moved quickly with a pen and paper in its hand. The movements were simple but conveyed an unquestionable sense of command.

"Push to the other side."

The handwriting was crooked and messy, yet it seemed like a divine revelation. Afu frowned and squeezed out a sentence through gritted teeth: "Even tigers make mistakes."

Having said that, he shifted to the side, braced his hands against the other wall, his muscles tensed, like a giant bowstring stretched to its limit, and suddenly exerted force, his veins bulging like a winding snake.

"Click——"

A roar, like that of a colossal beast awakening after a thousand years of slumber, rang out, and the ancient stone gate, like a giant being awakened, slowly turned around.

A narrow slit opened, and a mysterious light shone through the darkness. Afu squeezed in sideways, his figure instantly disappearing into the endless darkness, as if swallowed whole by a dark beast.

At the same time, the depths of the ruins seem like another mysterious world.

The long, narrow tunnel, like the narrow throat of a python, stretches straight upwards. Its walls are damp and sticky, exuding a heavy smell of decay and history, as if you can smell the sweat of the artisans who worked hard a thousand years ago.

Jackie Chan used both his hands and feet, his back pressed tightly against the rock wall. Every step he took seemed to require all his strength. His muscles were as hard as a rock, and sweat poured down his face, soaking his clothes. He forged ahead alone in this confined and sweltering space, like a lone and courageous traveler going against the current.

After a long and arduous journey to the top, Jackie Chan squeezed into a small, circular cave, like a trapped beast imprisoned in a tiny cage. The surrounding hard stone walls offered no way out, making it feel like a desperate prison.

"Yeah, that's great, a dead end."

Though his tone was teasing, his eyes were sharp as a hawk's, showing no sign of discouragement. He searched left and right, not letting go of any glimmer of hope. Instantly, the faint light filtering through the hole, like a flickering flame of hope in the darkness, drew all his attention.

Jackie Chan peered closer, and through the hole, he saw the magnificent, ornately carved pillars, each one thick and with intricate and exquisite patterns, like an epic masterpiece meticulously etched by time.

Every line tells a story of past glory and vicissitudes, and an ancient and solemn atmosphere comes to mind, like a gentle breeze that travels through time. He suddenly felt enlightened and almost certain of his identity in this place.

"temple……"

As he muttered to himself, his gaze wandered, and suddenly, a familiar figure appeared before his eyes like a ghost, as if a thunderbolt had struck down from the sky, making him shudder.

"Afu?!"

Jackie Chan exclaimed in surprise, his eyes wide open, filled with astonishment and vigilance.

The Black Hand Gang has been missing for a long time, so how could they suddenly reappear here?

Filled with doubt, my nerves tensed instantly, like a frightened bird, my whole body muscles instinctively tensed up, and I entered a state of readiness.

Chapter 150 Hamster on a Car Wheel!

"Has Jackie Chan not arrived yet?"

Afu's mutterings, like a mysterious incantation, broke the silence.

"Hmph, it seems this stupid donkey has lost its way in these ruins."

After speaking, he strode forward, the bricks under his feet clattering, each step seeming to strike Jackie Chan's heartstrings, causing his heart to beat faster.

In the distance, Afu's figure gradually became clearer. A strange sculpture suddenly stood before him, like a primordial beast lying dormant. Its four giant arms were like pillars supporting the sky, with bulging muscles and veins, as if containing infinite power.

A strange feeling mingled with the ancient atmosphere, and Afu inexplicably had a strange feeling—the sculpture seemed to have a spirit, having slept for thousands of years, and was quietly awakening, coldly observing the intruder.

"A bracelet from Siwa Temple."

Afu's sharp eyes instantly locked onto the sculpture's wrist. The two thick gold bracelets gleamed, like two golden suns hanging high in the sky, their light dazzling and captivating, as if they possessed a tangible gravitational pull.

Afu's breathing quickened slightly, and a flash of greed crossed his eyes.

"Looks like Jackie Chan's trip was in vain."

Afu grinned, revealing his white teeth, like a hunter with victory in his grasp. He strode to the arm beside him, reaching out to grab it, like a hungry wolf pouncing on its prey, his movements swift and without hesitation.

"stop!"

A loud shout, like a bolt from the blue, suddenly rang out. Afu was jolted, frozen in place as if electrocuted. He looked up at the main sculpture with a look of utter astonishment, as if he had seen a ghost.

The sculpture can speak human language?!

"Uh...you mortal, you're not allowed to touch things that don't belong to you!"

The sound initially seemed like a jammed machine, stumbling a few times before returning with a fierce momentum. Ah Fu, however, had already come to his senses, his tiger eyes narrowed, and a sense of doubt arose in his heart. He approached to examine it closely, and through the hidden hole, a familiar light and shadow flickered by.

"Why does that voice sound so familiar?!"

Afu instantly became alert, stepped back, swung his fist in a wide arc as if wielding a giant meteor hammer, and smashed it down on the sculpture with a whooshing gust of wind.

"boom!"

The deafening roar was like the sky collapsing and the earth splitting apart. The entire ruins seemed to have been hit by a magnitude 10 earthquake. Bricks and tiles flew everywhere, like a hail of bullets. The sculptures shattered into dust in an instant, and the remains were scattered all over the ground, raising billowing dust like a mushroom cloud rising into the sky.

"No~"

Before the dust had settled, a figure shot out from the ruins like a cannonball. The statue of Siwa Temple stood up, moving as nimbly as a nimble macaque, leaping past Afu and darting to the side, as if a resurrected ancient spirit, running in a panic and kicking up a cloud of dust.

"Siwa Temple can even run!"

Jackie Chan shouted, with the statue's head and gold bracelet on his arm, like a heavily laden cheetah, running wildly, each step making the ground tremble.

Running to the intersection, standing at the top of the stairs, Jackie Chan's eyes were resolute, and he raised his hand to smash it.

"Snapped!"

The arm was broken, the gold bracelet fell to the ground, and the crisp sound was like a prelude to victory, echoing in the empty ruins.

Jackie Chan ripped off the statue's headgear, resembling a giant python shedding its skin, and casually tossed it aside. The sound of the broken pieces echoed like firecrackers going off.

"I'm so sorry, Siwa Temple! I will keep your treasures safe!"

Jackie Chan, feeling guilty, glanced at the rubble and debris, bent down to quickly pick up the gold bracelet, clutched it tightly in his palm, turned around to face the five-meter-high staircase, and leaped down like a fearless warrior, as if a soaring eagle had spread its wings and swooped down.

"Tap Tap"

The heavy footsteps behind me sounded like a deadly drumbeat, rapidly approaching and each sound shaking my very soul.

"Raven Flight!"

Ah Fu, like a furious roc, leaped high into the air, his figure blotting out the sky and carrying a fierce killing intent, like a black lightning bolt pouncing towards Jackie Chan.

The air seemed to be sliced ​​by a sharp blade wherever it passed.

Ahead, Jackie Chan, like a nimble macaque, strode with the wind, running to the edge of the ruins. With a light touch of his feet, he sprinted down the vertical outer wall like a gecko, the wind howling and stinging his face, his hair dancing wildly like a raging banner.

"Oh no, so bad, so bad, so bad, so bad!"

Jackie Chan plunged downwards, inwardly groaning, yet his body remained still, like a shooting star falling to earth. In an instant, he reached the bottom, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and used the momentum to turn.