Jackie Chan: The Supreme Sorcerer, invited by his father to come out of seclusion.

Chapter 131 Jackie Chan's Surprise Attack! The Power Left Behind by the Night!

Taking this opportunity, Jackie Chan held the lotus-shaped bag in his hand and felt the warm touch from his palm.

His gaze was sharp, fixed on Zhou Lan in mid-air, and he walked steadily toward him step by step.

Each step made a soft rustling sound on the desolate lunar landscape, which was particularly clear on the silent lunar surface.

He knew that the key to whether the lotus bag could work lay in getting close to Zhou Lan.

And now is the best opportunity!

He gripped the lotus-shaped pouch tightly and approached step by step.

Moon dust floated lightly beneath his feet, making each step seem exceptionally difficult.

He could feel Zhou Lan's gaze, like two cold rays, fixed on him.

Suddenly, a pair of enormous hands appeared from behind without warning and lifted Jackie Chan up abruptly.

It's Cursed Blue!

Jackie Chan felt his body lighten, and his feet were off the ground. He struggled desperately, but he couldn't break free from the giant hands that held him.

"Human, do you think you can stop me with your paltry tricks?" Zhou Lan's voice echoed in Jackie Chan's ears, filled with mockery and disdain. "You overestimate yourself and underestimate me!"

He looked down at Jackie Chan, whom he held in his hand, as if he were looking at an ant struggling for its last breath.

"A lotus pouch? A token of an immortal god?" Zhou Lan's gaze fell on the lotus pouch clutched tightly in Jackie Chan's hand, and he sneered, "This kind of thing is nothing but a joke to me!"

He slowly tightened his grip, and Jackie Chan felt his bones cracking as if they were about to be crushed.

"Before absolute power, all resistance is futile." Zhou Lan's voice was cold and cruel. "I will make you watch as you are torn to shreds!"

He slowly enveloped Jackie Chan with gravity. This was an extremely terrifying force, enough to distort space and tear everything apart.

Jackie Chan felt as if his body was being pulled in all directions by countless invisible hands. Intense pain instantly spread throughout his body, causing him to let out a painful groan.

"Uncle Long!" Xiaoyu cried out in terror when she saw this.

Tru was sweating profusely with anxiety, but he was at a loss for what to do.

"Give up, human." Zhou Lan's voice rang out again. "Under my gravity, all your struggles are meaningless."

He increased the intensity of the gravity, and Jackie Chan's body began to make creaking sounds, with fine cracks appearing on his skin.

"No..." Jackie Chan gritted his teeth, desperately resisting the tearing force. He knew that if he gave up, it would truly be the end.

At this critical moment, a surge of black energy suddenly erupted from Jackie Chan's body.

This energy, while sharing the same origin as the gravity of the Cursed Blue, is also completely different.

It's the primordial black energy!

Protected by the primordial black energy, Jackie Chan's body stopped tearing apart.

"Hmm?" Zhou Lan noticed something amiss. He looked down at Jackie Chan. "This is... black energy? You actually possess this kind of power too?"

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a deeper greed.

"Interesting, very interesting!" Zhou Lan grinned maliciously. "It seems I made the right decision coming to Earth this time!"

"Not only did I regain my former power, but I also encountered such an interesting 'food' like you!"

"Once I absorb the dark energy within you, my power will become even greater!"

He intensified his control over Jackie Chan, attempting to forcibly extract the primordial dark energy from his body.

Jackie Chan felt a powerful suction force coming from Zhou Lan's palm, as if it was trying to pull his soul out of his body.

"No... I can't... give up..." Jackie Chan had only one thought in his mind: to persevere.

He gritted his teeth and desperately resisted the suction.

The primordial black energy and the gravitational pull of the cursed blue energy engaged in a fierce battle within Jackie Chan's body.

The two forces collided and devoured each other, causing Jackie Chan's body to suffer immense pain.

"Uncle Jackie Chan!" Xiaoyu cried out anxiously as she watched Jackie Chan struggling in pain.

"True, we have to do something!" she shouted at Tru.

"But... what can we do?" Tru asked, looking bewildered.

"I...I don't know..." Xiaoyu's voice was choked with sobs, "But we can't...we can't just watch Uncle Long get killed like this..."

She gripped the Qi Demon Spell tightly in her hand, a resolute glint in her eyes.

At this very moment, on the other side.

In the old man's antique shop, the old man was facing a pile of ancient books, his brows furrowed.

"Thank goodness, thank goodness." He patted his chest lightly, his face filled with relief. "Dad, I only dispelled the primordial black energy within Xiaoyu's body; I didn't completely eliminate this power."

He looked up at the deep night sky outside the window, his tone tinged with worry: "Otherwise, Jackie Chan would probably have an even harder time dealing with that Moon Demon now that he's in space."

……

The surface of the moon.

Zhou Lan looked down at the black energy surging within Jackie Chan's body, a hint of amusement flashing in her scarlet eyes.

"This is... the scent of night?" he said slowly, his voice low and hoarse. "I didn't expect that guy to have such a trick up his sleeve."

The "night" he spoke of was the former king of the night, and also the source of the primordial black energy.

"However..." Zhou Lan's tone shifted, filled with disdain, "Even if this is the power left behind by Ye, so what?"

"I am Zhou Lan, the leader of all demons!" He raised his head and roared deafeningly, "Even with only a tenth of my power, I can tear you to shreds!"

As Zhou Lan roared, Jackie Chan's spacesuit began to make cracking sounds, and cracks spread rapidly.

"Uh..." Jackie Chan felt a suffocating sensation. He knew that this was a sign that his spacesuit was about to disintegrate.

Without oxygen, he simply could not survive in space.

"Uncle Long!" Xiaoyu's exclamation came through the communicator, her voice trembling with tears.

"Xiaoyu...don't be afraid..." Jackie Chan said with difficulty, his voice broken and intermittent.

He tried desperately to break free from Zhou Lan's control, but it was all in vain.

At this moment of despair, the lotus bag that Jackie Chan was clutching suddenly floated out of his ripped spacesuit.

The lotus-shaped bag floated between Jackie Chan and Zhou Lan, emitting a faint glow.

Meanwhile, inside the backup spacecraft.

"Now!" Tru shouted, gripping the air magic spell tightly with both hands, aiming at the blue spell on the screen, and suddenly activating the air magic.

"call--"

An invisible current surged from the Qi Demon Spell, pierced through the spaceship, traversed a vast distance, and instantly struck Zhou Lan.

"What?!" Zhou Lan felt a jolt, and the hand that was tightly gripping Jackie Chan's involuntarily loosened.

"This is..." He lowered his head, looking at the lotus bag floating in front of him, a hint of fear flashing in his eyes.

"The power of the wind?"

"And this strange thing..."

"Is it that old man's trick again?"

(End of this chapter)