Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

As if freed from the constraints of gravity, he sprinted sideways, his movements fluid and seamless, displaying extraordinary agility and courage on the brink of life and death.

"Suffer to death!"

The roar from the sky was like the howl of thunder.

“Crows fly!”

Ah Fu descended from the sky like a god of war, his imposing aura seemingly intent on crushing Jackie Chan. His figure, bathed in sunlight, resembled a black grim reaper, instantly closing the distance between him and Jackie Chan.

A life-or-death chase unfolds in a fierce battle amidst these ancient ruins, like the most exhilarating climax of a symphony of destiny. Life and death hang by a thread, every second is breathtaking and suffocating.

Jackie Chan knew that the situation was extremely dangerous at this moment, and he tightly gripped the Siwa Temple bracelet in his hand.

The cool touch seemed to infuse him with strength. His eyes sharpened as he locked onto the complex terrain ahead, his mind racing as he planned an escape route.

He dodged a sudden boulder, rolled over, and changed direction as he got up, running towards a dense thicket of bushes, trying to use the vegetation to distract Afu from his pursuit.

Ah Fu was not about to give up. The moment he landed, he kicked up a cloud of dust, pushed off the ground with his feet, and launched himself forward again. His arms stretched out like a roc spreading its wings, locking onto Jackie Chan's figure.

"Don't even think about escaping!"

His roar shook the surrounding trees, causing leaves to fall. He charged like a bull, smashing through the bushes blocking his path, branches whipping his face and leaving bloody scratches.

He paid no heed to the danger, his eyes fixed only on Jackie Chan fleeing ahead, his killing intent surging like a raging tsunami.

The two chased and fled, weaving through the ruins and broken walls, startling flocks of birds into flight, as if disturbing the tranquil order of this land that had been sleeping for thousands of years.

The ancient site bears witness to this thrilling battle between good and evil, and the dust of time is stirred up once again, as if history itself is holding its breath in tension for this chase.

No one knows which way the scales of fate will ultimately tip; only the sounds of the wind, footsteps, and roars intertwine, playing out this perilous adventure symphony.

On the edge of that ancient and tranquil wilderness, time seems to stand still. Only a gentle breeze stirs the surrounding grass and trees, rustling softly as if whispering secrets of the past.

Suddenly, a deafening "bang!"

This tranquility was shattered, as if a primordial beast, dormant for millennia, had suddenly awakened and roared in anger.

Afu appeared as a crazed war god, his muscles bulging and veins popping out, like angry little snakes writhing under his skin, carrying immense power, like a cannonball fired from a furnace of hell, charging down with incredible speed and fury.

His thick leg muscles were taut to the extreme, each muscle containing astonishing explosive power, accompanied by a whooshing sound and a force like a sharp blade cutting through the air, his big foot accurately kicking Jackie Chan in the abdomen.

With that kick, Jackie Chan felt an overwhelming force engulf him instantly, causing him to lose his balance and fly backward uncontrollably.

Chapter 151 Thank you for your guidance, hamster!

He instinctively cried out, "Ah—bad luck!!!"

The sound was like the mournful cry of a lone goose, echoing in the air, conveying endless embarrassment and astonishment.

Fortunately, after Jackie Chan's body traced a near-perfect arc in the air, as if protected by a god, he landed squarely on the waterwheel.

He reacted with remarkable speed and agility, leaping up with the grace of a swallow skimming the water, and stood up steadily.

His gaze sharpened instantly, locking onto Afu, his vigilance burning like a tangible flame in his eyes.

"Hamster on the car wheel!"

Afu was like a wild beast completely engulfed in rage, his reason consumed by anger and murderous intent.

It leaped high into the air, its massive body crashing down like a mountain collapsing or a meteorite falling, hurtling towards the wheels.

The force was astonishing, like a giant meteor hitting the Earth.

The entire waterwheel trembled violently under the force, and, unable to bear the weight, pressed down hard, causing the wooden structure to creak.

It emitted a creaking sound that made one's teeth ache and one's soul tremble, as if the waterwheel was wailing in despair.

The waterwheel turned with difficulty, like an old man shuffling across ice, each turn accompanied by a heart-stopping tremor.

In a short while, the support structure that was turning the waterwheel could not withstand the violent impact. Like a rotten branch suddenly breaking in a gale, it turned into several large pieces of wood, which scattered and flew in all directions, like hidden weapons.

At this moment, Jackie Chan, as agile as a monkey, flashed to the other side of the waterwheel in the blink of an eye, lightly touched the ground with his feet, and used the momentum to fly towards the shore.

The movements were fluid and seamless, each step precisely placed on the balance point of the waterwheel structure, leveraging the momentum to demonstrate extraordinary agility and skill.

On the other hand, Ah Fu, having exerted too much force, was left at the highest point of the waterwheel, his face full of astonishment, like a trapped beast stuck in the mud, watching helplessly as its prey escaped, unable to get out for the time being.

"Click"

"thump"

The sound of the support breaking completely was like a death sentence, and the waterwheel was like a wild horse that had broken free.

Instantly freed from its restraints, it rolled wildly into the distance, engulfed in billowing dust, like a raging steel behemoth, unstoppable.

Wherever it passed, the land seemed to have been plowed by a sharp blade, raising clouds of dust.

"what--"

Terrified, Ah Fu instinctively clung tightly to the wheel. As it rolled further and further away, his voice grew weaker, but he still roared defiantly, "I'll catch you, Jackie Chan—!"

The sound was like a curse, drifting slowly across the wilderness, carrying with it endless persistence and resentment.

"Hmm, Afu has learned a new trick. Maybe it's called hamster rolling a wheel."

Jackie Chan clutched the Siwa Temple bracelet tightly in both hands, as if holding the rarest treasure in the world. His careful yet proud expression resembled that of a child who had received his favorite candy.

With a smile that revealed a set of white teeth, he put his hands on his hips and grinned, his eyes full of teasing and mockery, as if this thrilling chase was just a lighthearted joke.

"Thank you for your guidance, hamster!"

Once Ah Fu's figure was completely out of sight, Jackie Chan shouted at the top of his lungs. His voice, like the ringing of a bell, drifted leisurely across the open field, startling a flock of birds that fluttered and took flight.

……

The bamboo grove is secluded and tranquil, like a paradise on earth. A gentle breeze rustles the bamboo leaves, as if whispering the poems of nature.

Jiang Shinian stood there, like a demon god descending to earth, his scarlet eyes like burning embers.

A mysterious and dangerous light flickered in the darkness, and a hoarse, low voice, like the cry of an owl, broke the tranquility of the bamboo forest.

"You're saying that Che Lun beat A Fu up?"

The shadowy ninja beside him was like a ghost, his figure ethereal, as if he were just a shadow, bowing respectfully, like the most loyal subject facing the emperor.

Then his figure seemed to blend into the shadows, silent and unnoticed, as if he had never appeared. Only Jiang Shi Nian remained alone in the quiet bamboo forest, seemingly contemplating some grand plan.

"Pfft~" The stunningly beautiful Xiaoying couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle secretly.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Shinian glanced at her sideways.

"Ahem~ It's nothing, Master, I just thought of some happy things." Xiaoying's expression immediately turned serious.

Jiang Shinian shook his head.

After his resurrection, Xiao Ying seemed to have become more human.

Moreover, his rat talisman's divine power would nourish Xiaoying from time to time.

This made her more humane.

"Hmph, let him continue to cause trouble for Jackie Chan, as long as he doesn't show up here."

Jiang Shinian snorted lightly through his nostrils, as if an emperor were issuing a command. His voice was deep yet unquestionable, exuding an aura of absolute dominance.

The shadowy figure vanished into the darkness like a black lightning bolt, as if swallowed whole by a dark beast. The bamboo forest remained undisturbed, as tranquil as ever, with only Jiang Shinian's figure standing alone, seemingly plotting a larger scheme.

"There's still some time before it gets dark."

Jiang Shinian looked up, his gaze piercing through the gaps in the bamboo leaves, towards the bright, proud sun on the horizon.

The rosy glow, like a beautiful ribbon, spread out freely, dyeing the sky orange-red, illuminating the mountains and the earth, and draping everything in a golden veil.

His figure was like a wisp of smoke, disappearing in an instant, and he was in his personal space in a moment, as if he had stepped into another dimension, a mysterious and unknown realm.

"Since the final mission was released, the system hasn't given me any missions for a while, as if it has fallen into complete silence."

Jiang Shi Nian walked to the bedside, his body seemingly losing gravity, slowly floating and landing on the bed. His brows furrowed slightly, like a ripple on a deep lake, as he fell into deep thought.

"Moreover, apart from one opportunity to travel through time, which was obtained by completing a mission when I first arrived in this world, the system has never issued any missions regarding the number of times one can travel through time since then."

He narrowed his eyes, his gaze like a tangible blade, as if trying to dissect the system's deeper meaning, as if he were playing a game against an invisible opponent, trying to see through the layout behind the chess game.

"This opportunity to travel through time seems to be for my survival."

Jiang Shi Nian muttered to himself, a faint, bitter smile playing on his lips, as if he understood the cruel joke of fate, yet could only accept it helplessly.

"System, I love you so much."

His tone suddenly changed, full of teasing and sarcasm, like the banter between old friends.

"But system, you've really been silent for a long time. Aren't you going to make a move?"

After a brief silence, Jiang Shinian spoke again, his tone tinged with helplessness and impatience, like a pet waiting to be fed by its owner, which had not been fed for a long time and was starting to throw a tantrum.

"...Are you a system placement tool? What exactly is your purpose?"

Another round of silence followed. Like a child venting his frustration, he pressed, "Why is your system different from others? Why can't you let me upgrade my breathing?"

Shaking his head as if to shake off his chaotic thoughts, Jiang Shinian's gaze fell on the attribute panel, like a general reviewing military intelligence, his eyes focused and sharp.

Chapter 152 Space Upgrades to World!

【Properties Panel】

Name: Jiang Shinian (Holy Lord)

[Race]: True Fire Dragon (Normal species, can evolve)

[Pet]: Turtle

[Title]: Sharing the Moon's Beauty Across a Thousand Miles

[Abilities]: Black Qi's Favor (Affection), True Fire Dragon Body, Flame Domination, Ninja Domination, Spring Domination, Turning Stillness into Movement, Immense Strength, Instantaneous Teleportation, Blazing Explosion, Hidden Power, Healing All Diseases, Astral Projection, Intimidating Eyes, Weapon Exorcism, Mastery of Summoning, Low-Level Magic

[Items]: Yingquan, Nija Mask, Personal Space Upgrade Scroll (Large)

[Number of friendly exchanges across all realms]: 0 times

"Well……"

Jiang Shinian, with his handsome dragon claw, lightly touched his chin, lost in memories.

Since his battle with Jackie Chan, he has been plagued by a series of troubles, like a surging tide, one wave after another, leaving him no time to attend to anything else.