Anime Crossover: This Holy Lord Only Wants Friendly Communication

"boom!"

"boom!"

Behind Jackie Chan, a series of violent tremors, as if the sky were collapsing and the earth were splitting, came from behind him.

The magical energy struck the stone wall, scattering rubble like fireworks, yet filled with an aura of destruction.

The stone wall shattered instantly under the powerful bombardment, turning into huge pieces of rubble that fell like meteorites, scattering across the ground and raising a cloud of choking dust.

The dust and smoke filled the area, creating a scene reminiscent of the end of the world, chaotic and bewildering.

“What bad luck!”

Jackie Chan faced numerous dangers, yet remained resourceful.

With a swift, mouse-like movement, he darted past a magician's robes like a black lightning bolt.

In that instant, he seemed to merge with the darkness, using the robe to shield himself from some of the attacks.

Then, he rose up like a carp leaping over the dragon gate, his steps swift and fast, like a black gust of wind rushing into the small door. His figure disappeared behind the door in an instant, leaving only silence and the dust that had not yet dissipated.

"This move is called 'The Crow Goes Under the Skirt'!"

Stepping through this door feels like entering another time and space.

The unique style of the ancient buildings is immediately apparent, and the dimly lit passageway resembles a deep tunnel swallowed by a dark beast.

The walls bear the mottled marks of time, seemingly telling tales of past glories and vicissitudes.

Along both sides of the road, at regular intervals, there is a blazing torch.

The leaping flames seemed to be trying to dispel the darkness, yet they cast eerie and distorted shadows on the walls, resembling the figures of demons, baring their fangs and claws.

Behind him, eleven mysterious figures followed closely, their footsteps hurried, like a pack of hungry wolves that had caught the scent of their prey.

The leading mage suddenly pointed his finger and shouted:

"He's trying to uncover the secrets of our castle!"

Jackie Chan was filled with fear and unease, like a lone deer lost in a dark forest, fleeing in panic.

As he approached a corner, a tall and heavy gate suddenly appeared before him.

The gate, resembling the mouth of a giant beast, exuded an aura of majesty and mystery.

"Ah! What a timely room..."

Without thinking, he pushed the door open with both hands and rushed in like a drowning person grabbing a lifeline.

Turning around to lock the door, I was shocked to find that the room seemed to be completely open.

Because this door wasn't locked at all—not that it wasn't locked, it simply didn't have a lock!

This unexpected discovery was like a bucket of cold water, extinguishing the flame of hope that had just been ignited in his heart.

Hearing the chaotic and dense footsteps and shouts outside the door, he hurriedly used his body to desperately hold the door shut, trying to stop the mysterious people from pursuing him by himself.

His back pressed against the door, his feet stomped hard on the ground, his muscles tense, sweat seeped from his forehead, slid down his cheeks, and dripped onto the ground.

"bang"

However, the magicians outnumbered the others, and their combined strength, like a surging wave, pushed the door open.

Jackie Chan was violently struck by the force, and his body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing heavily to the ground.

His body struck the ground with a dull thud, as if the earth itself trembled.

"He has discovered the secret library! It holds many of our secrets!"

The leading magician pointed sharply again and roared at Jackie Chan, his voice filled with anger and vigilance.

The direction the finger pointed to seemed like a beam of judgment, freezing Jackie Chan in place.

"Huh? A library? What library?"

Jackie Chan looked bewildered, his eyes filled with confusion, as if he were in a fog, completely unable to understand what the other person was saying.

His eyes held a mixture of innocence and confusion, like a child who had stumbled into a mysterious place, at a loss for what to do.

"Don't damage our book collection!"

The mysterious leader let out a loud shout, his voice echoing like a booming bell in the room, making everyone's eardrums buzz.

The shout, like a divine decree, was full of authority and unquestionable authority.

"Huh? I didn't intend to damage your collection of books!"

"He looks down on our spellbooks. Use magic that only affects flesh and blood to capture him!"

"boom"

"boom"

"boom"

Several orbs of light appeared out of thin air in an instant, like spirits from the void, radiating a mysterious glow.

These magical energies, when they were unleashed and landed on the ground, miraculously caused no impact or damage to the ground or the bookshelves, as if guided by an invisible force, precisely avoiding inanimate objects.

They left only faint traces of light on the ground, like the footprints of elves, fleeting in an instant.

However, Jackie Chan dared not attempt it at all. He dodged the attacks of those light orbs one after another and ran away in a panic like a frightened bird.

His steps were unsteady and hurried, as if he were racing against death, each step filled with danger and uncertainty.

"I didn't look down on your magic books!!!"

As he ran, Jackie Chan was still shouting aggrievedly, his voice filled with a hint of helplessness and resentment.

The shouts echoed through the empty passage, but no one responded; only the sound of pursuing footsteps grew ever closer.

After passing through another gate, he once again blocked the entrance with his body, trying to hold it off for a moment.

His body pressed tightly against the door, his hands gripping the door frame tightly, his eyes revealing a resolute look, like a warrior guarding the last line of defense.

Chapter 159 You guys are Jackie Chan's helpers!

"Oh!"

Sure enough, the magicians pushed open the door with a bang.

The powerful impact, like a violent storm, forced Jackie Chan back.

He rolled several times on the ground before barely managing to steady himself, his clothes tattered and his appearance disheveled.

"He has discovered the hidden armory, which contains a large quantity of our stored weapons!"

The two sides faced off, and the leading magician pointed sharply at Jackie Chan again, his eyes filled with hostility and suspicion.

That gaze was like a cold, sharp blade, intent on dissecting Jackie Chan.

"No, no, I don't want to know, I just want to leave here!"

Jackie Chan shook his head repeatedly, his entire body, from the soles of his feet to the strands of his hair, radiating a strong sense of resistance, as if to express his innocence and helplessness to the other party.

His head-shaking motion was extremely large, as if he was trying to break free from some invisible shackles.

"He's trying to take our secrets out of here and reveal them to the world. We can't let him do that!"

The mysterious man at the head suddenly pointed at Jackie Chan and shouted, his voice becoming hoarse with anger.

The shout was like an angry thunderclap, exploding in the air.

"not like this!"

Jackie Chan's denials were to no avail. Seeing that those people were still chasing after him, he quickly ran away along a narrow path.

The path, like a winding serpent, was narrow and deep. His figure darted swiftly through it, like a blurry shadow, disappearing in an instant.

The lead mage, having caught up, suddenly stretched out his hand and shouted, "He's gone into the private bathroom! That's the private bathroom! This man has completely gone mad, seize him!"

The magician shouted, "That's his private bathroom! The name is clearly marked on it!"

That bathroom was like his private territory, not to be violated.

"boom!"

A continuous stream of magic surged forth like a raging fountain, rushing towards Jackie Chan.

The light flickered, illuminating the entire dim passage as if day had arrived, yet it was filled with an aura of danger.

Just as he opened the door, he was suddenly confronted by a burly man with a full head of red hair.

"So you were here, Jackie Chan. Hand over the bracelet!"

Suddenly, Ah Fu shouted and pounced on Jackie Chan like a hungry tiger, his movements swift and fierce.

His body shot out like an arrow, carrying a powerful impact, aiming to subdue Jackie Chan.

"Tough luck!"

Caught between a rock and a hard place, Jackie Chan yanked open the door and nimbly dodged to the side, skillfully avoiding the attack.

The mages chased after them, and the leader of the mages suddenly pointed.

"He's found accomplices who're going to leak our secrets! Catch them!"

Then, countless beams of light, each carrying intense heat, rained down on the two of them like a storm, their brilliance blinding them.

The ball of light resembled a burning star, carrying a destructive power.

"Tough luck, bad luck, bad luck!"

Taking advantage of Ah Fu blocking part of the light orb for him, Jackie Chan narrowly dodged the attack aimed at him and hurriedly ran towards the door, his steps flustered and rapid.

His figure moved between light and shadow, as if searching for the dawn of survival.

"Whoa! What is this? You guys are Jackie Chan's henchmen?! Damn Jackie Chan!"

Afu was grazed by a ball of light that shimmered with a faint green glow and was surrounded by intertwined blue lightning. A gash appeared on his skin, and some blood slowly trickled down his face.

Seeing that the situation was not good, he hurriedly ran towards the door and closed it behind him, trying to hold off the pursuers for a moment.

His movements were slightly clumsy, yet decisive.

"Jackie Chan! What's going on?!"