Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

Ah Fu kicked Jackie Chan in the back, the powerful force erupting like a volcanic eruption.

Jackie Chan's figure resembled a lone boat lost in a raging storm, being thrown forward and flying away.

He involuntarily let out a series of exclamations: "Ah! Bad luck, bad luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

The voice was filled with helplessness and frustration, as if complaining about the cruel tricks of fate.

Jackie Chan regained his balance in mid-air amidst the chaos, his legs moving like nimble snakes, alternating between twisting and turning on the wall.

Every move he made was full of skill and danger, as if he had transcended the constraints of gravity, running along the wall as if walking on flat ground, rushing towards another corner.

The sight was as if a peerless master was displaying unparalleled lightness skills, leaving everyone in awe.

"bang"

Jackie Chan stomped on the wall and used the momentum to dash to the other side. He landed lightly on the ground with a leap, quietly circled around the corner of the wall, and disappeared from Ah Fu's sight in an instant.

His figure seemed to blend into the darkness, becoming a ghost in this ancient building.

"Stop running!"

Afu persevered and moved swiftly, reaching the fork in the road in just a few strides.

His eyes were filled with determination and persistence, like a cheetah locking onto its prey, never giving up easily.

"Um?!"

However, when he arrived at this place, he found that the long corridor ahead was empty, as if the chase just now was nothing but an illusionary dream.

The silent corridor exuded a mysterious aura, as if mocking Afu's futile efforts.

"Jackie Chan?"

Chapter 157 The Mysterious Magician

Ah Fu looked around, certain that he had clearly seen Jackie Chan running towards them, so how could he have vanished in an instant?

His heart was filled with doubt and resentment, like a burning flame raging within him.

He lightly stepped forward, running towards the front, searching for Jackie Chan's figure.

Each step was tinged with anxiety and unease, as if searching for a lost treasure.

"what--"

Inside the complex tunnels of this ancient building, Jackie Chan kept cursing his bad luck, like a shooting star falling into the mortal world, spiraling downwards.

His figure appeared exceptionally small and helpless in the dark tunnel, like an orphan abandoned by the world.

A spacious, extremely secluded chamber—this is the hidden underground space of this ancient building, forgotten by the world.

Aside from those who know the secrets of this building, it is absolutely impossible for anyone else to find the secret passage leading to this space!

This secret chamber is like a pearl deep within the earth, sealed by the dust of time, exuding a mysterious and alluring aura.

The person presiding over a mysterious ritual in the underground space firmly believed this.

He stood in the center of the secret room, like a god who ruled the world, exuding an aura of awe.

Beside the person presiding over the ceremony were ten other people dressed in the same attire, all wearing blue hoods and white robes.

They first put their hands together in prayer and worshipped each other devoutly, as if they were asking the gods of heaven and earth for protection.

Then, as the ceremony was about to begin, the entire secret chamber was filled with a tense and mysterious atmosphere, as if a grand drama was about to unfold.

Just then, above this space, a terrified figure, like a falling star from the heavens, let out a long howl and plummeted straight down, landing on a piece of silk above the eleven wizards.

However, this silk was extremely fragile and could hardly withstand the sudden and immense force. It only slightly slowed the dragon's momentum before causing it to continue falling downwards.

The sound of the silk tearing was like a desperate lament playing in a silent, secret room.

In a panic, Jackie Chan quickly reached out and grabbed the tear, then forcefully tore out a long strip of fabric.

His movements resembled those of a warrior struggling on the edge of life and death, using the continuous resistance to cushion his fall and finally landing unharmed, rolling twice in the process.

The moment he landed, you could almost hear him let out a sigh of relief.

"Ouch! That hurts!"

Jackie Chan lay prone on the ground, then slowly rose while clutching the silk ribbon.

His face showed a hint of pain and exhaustion, as if he had just gone through a life-or-death battle.

"what......"

But as soon as he raised his head, he was surprised to see a dozen mysterious figures, their faces hidden in the shadows of their hoods, silently watching him.

Those pairs of eyes hidden in the darkness, like cold stars twinkling in the night sky, exuded a chilling and mysterious aura.

"Uh......"

Jackie Chan looked around, the atmosphere around him was like solidified glue, making him feel as if he had just escaped one tiger's mouth only to fall into another.

His heart was filled with unease and vigilance, like a wild beast trapped in a snare, ready to resist and break free at any moment.

Judging from their appearance, these people are definitely not good people, and they are probably plotting some kind of secret and unpredictable action.

Their figures resembled ghosts shrouded in darkness, exuding an evil and dangerous aura.

However, at this moment, it is not advisable for him to easily break ties with these people. The best course of action is to feign weakness and pretend to be weak.

It was as if an abacus was clicking away in his mind, weighing the pros and cons.

"Haha, greetings everyone. I apologize for interrupting your enjoyment, I just..."

Jackie Chan gently touched his forehead, then lightly discarded the torn decorative silk he was holding.

His movements were gentle and natural, as if he were showing these mysterious people that he was harmless and humble.

"I just wanted to ask for directions."

Jackie Chan smiled, revealing a polite and humble expression.

That smile was like the spring sunshine, trying to dispel the surrounding gloom and cold.

"You know a lot."

Suddenly, the mysterious leader stretched out his large hand, like a sword of judgment, and pointed it directly at Jackie Chan, shouting at him.

His voice, like a resounding bell, echoed in the secret room, carrying an undeniable sense of authority and oppression.

"Then you must be completely obsessed with it!"

"Ah?...No, no, I truly know nothing about what you're saying..."

"Om-"

In a secluded place, a group of magicians dressed in white robes and blue hats, like shadows in the night, their figures hidden in the deep shadows.

The blue hoods, like a touch of deep blue in the dark night, completely concealed their faces, leaving only the tips of their noses peeking out from the faint light and shadow, like stars in the dark night, shimmering with an air of mystery.

They clasped their hands together in front of their abdomens, palms facing each other, as if receiving some invisible blessing from heaven and earth. Their aura flowed around them, and magical energy gathered faintly, like a trickle gradually forming into a river, lake, or sea.

At this moment, a ball of energy floated in the air, its body crackling with lightning, like a dancing serpent, making a hissing sound.

Within the sphere of light, magical energy surged and swirled like a nebula, endlessly absorbing and fusing with mysterious power.

Eleven magicians chanted incantations, their spells sounding like ancient, mysterious songs, ethereal and profound. Each note seemed to contain endless magic, lingering and echoing in the tranquil space.

Together, they worked in unison, like stars surrounding the moon, pouring their magic into the sphere of light. In an instant, the light shone brightly, and the entire space was illuminated by the ethereal blue glow, creating a dreamlike atmosphere.

The leader, like the core hub of a magic circle, was the first to complete the complex and lengthy incantation.

He gently raised his hands, his movements elegant and slow, as if conducting a silent symphony.

In an instant, the shimmering blue orb seemed to come alive, shooting off like an arrow through the void with a whooshing sound, heading straight for Jackie Chan.

Along its trajectory, the air seemed to be ignited, leaving a faint blue streak of light, like a shooting star streaking across the night sky.

"Oh no!"

Jackie Chan's eyes are sharp and his reactions are swift, just like a cheetah's agility and decisiveness when it pounces on its prey.

He suddenly lowered his head and squatted down, like a blade of grass in the wind, supple yet resilient.

The fierce magical attack whistled past his head, bringing with it a sharp gust of wind that ruffled his hair.

However, the crisis was not over, as the other ten magicians followed suit and launched their attacks simultaneously.

Clusters of magical energy rained down densely, their light crisscrossing and enveloping Jackie Chan.

"Ugh! So unlucky! So unlucky! So unlucky! So unlucky!"

Jackie Chan moved swiftly, like a graceful dancer, dancing amidst the magical hail of bullets.

Chapter 158 He's trying to find out our secrets!

He would sometimes dodge to the side, his body as thin as a board, brushing past the attacks; at other times he would leap high into the air, like a swallow flying in the clouds, avoiding the energy balls that followed.

Every movement is fluid and natural, yet full of thrills and excitement, as if you are playing a dodgeball game with death.

And he was the dancer who controlled his own destiny, dodging each fatal attack with his exceptional skills and keen intuition for danger.

His eyes were filled with a mixture of helplessness and anxiety, like a flying insect trapped in a spider web, struggling desperately but still entangled by the threads of fate.

"Why am I so unlucky today!"

As Jackie Chan fell, it was as if he possessed the keen eyes of an eagle, instantly spotting the small door beside him.

That door, like a ray of dawn in the darkness, gave him a glimmer of hope.

At that moment, he seemed to be possessed by a cheetah, his leg muscles tensed, bursting with astonishing power as he sprinted toward the door at breakneck speed.

Its speed was so great that it stirred up a light dust, like a whirlwind sweeping across the ground.

"He's being sarcastic, trying to deceive us! Bomb him!"

The lead mage's eyes were sharp and all-seeing. He suddenly extended his long, slender fingers, which were like a sword of judgment, pointing directly at Jackie Chan.

In an instant, several energy clusters shot out like surging tides, rushing and roaring towards Jackie Chan.

They sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, like the roar of a demon, chilling to the bone.

"boom!"