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

Chapter 131 Jackie Chan's surprise attack! The power left by Ye!
Taking this opportunity, Jackie Chan held the lotus bag in his hand and felt the warm touch from his palm.

His eyes were as sharp as torches, fixed on Zhu Lan in mid-air, and he walked towards him steadily, step by step.

Every step taken on the desolate land of the moon made a slight rustling sound, which was particularly clear on the silent lunar surface.

He knew that the key to whether the lotus bag would work was to get close to the curse blue.

And now is the best chance!

He held the lotus bag tightly and moved closer step by step.

Moon dust flew lightly under his feet, making each step seem extremely difficult.

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

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

It's Curse Blue!
Jackie Chan felt his body lighten as his feet left the ground. He struggled hard but was unable to break free from the giant hands.

"Human, do you think you can stop me with your petty tricks?" Zhu Lan's voice echoed in Jackie Chan's ears, full of sarcasm and disdain. "You overestimate yourself and underestimate me!"

He lowered his head and looked down at Jackie Chan in his hand, as if he was looking at a dying ant.

"Lotus bag? A token from the immortal god?" Zhu Lan's eyes fell on the lotus bag tightly held by Jackie Chan and he sneered, "This kind of thing is nothing but a joke to me!"

He slowly tightened his grip, and Jackie Chan felt all the bones in his body making a "cracking" sound, as if they would be crushed at any time.

"In the face of absolute power, all resistance is futile." Zhu Lan's voice was cold and cruel. "I will let you watch with your own eyes how you are torn into pieces!"

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

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 groan in agony.

"Uncle Long!" Xiaoyu shouted in horror when she saw this scene.

Tru was so anxious that he was sweating profusely, but there was nothing he could do.

"Give up, human." Zhulan's voice sounded again, "Under my gravity, all your struggles are meaningless."

He increased the strength of gravity, and Jackie Chan's body began to make a "crunching" sound, and fine cracks appeared on the surface of his skin.

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

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

This energy has the same origin as Zhulan's gravity, but is completely different.

It’s the original black energy!
Under the protection of the original black energy, Jackie Chan's body stopped being torn apart.

"Hmm?" Zhu Lan noticed something was wrong. He lowered his head and looked at Jackie Chan, "Is this... black energy? You also possess this kind of power?"

A hint of surprise flashed across his eyes, but then it was replaced by deeper greed.

"Interesting, really interesting!" Zhu Lan grinned, "It seems that I made the right decision to come to Earth this time!"

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

"Once I absorb the black energy in your body, my power will become even stronger!"

He increased his control over Jackie Chan, trying to forcibly extract the original black energy from his body.

Jackie Chan only felt a powerful suction coming from Zhu 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, and that was to persist.

He gritted his teeth and tried his best to resist the suction.

The original black energy and the gravity of the curse started a fierce confrontation inside Jackie Chan's body.

The two forces collided and devoured each other, causing Jackie Chan's body to endure immense pain. "Uncle Long!" Xiaoyu looked at Jackie Chan struggling in pain, feeling extremely anxious.

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

"But...what can we do?" Tru looked confused.

"I... I don't know..." Xiaoyu's voice was filled with tears, "But we can't... we can't just watch Uncle Long get killed by him..."

She clenched the air spell in her hand tightly, and a hint of determination flashed in her eyes.

At this moment, on the other side.

In Dad's antique shop, Dad was looking at a pile of ancient books in front of him with a frown on his face.

"It's okay, it's okay." He patted his chest lightly, with a look of relief on his face, "Dad, I only dispelled the original black energy in Xiaoyu's body, but did not completely eliminate this power."

He raised his head and looked at the deep night sky outside the window, with a hint of worry in his tone: "Otherwise, Jackie Chan is now in space, and it will be even more difficult to deal with the Moon Demon."

……

Moon surface.

Zhu Lan looked down at the black energy surging in Jackie Chan's body, and a hint of amusement flashed in his scarlet eyes.

"Is this... the breath of the night?" He spoke slowly, his voice low and hoarse. "I didn't expect that guy to have such a trick up his sleeve."

The "night" he mentioned was the former king of the night and the source of the original black energy.

"But..." Zhu Lan changed the subject, his tone full of disdain, "Even if this is the power left by Ye, so what?"

"I'm Zhulan, the big brother of all demons!" He raised his head and roared deafeningly, "Even if I only have one tenth of your strength, I'll be able to tear you into pieces!"

As Zhu Lan roared, the space suit on Jackie Chan began to make a "cracking" sound, and cracks spread rapidly.

"Uh..." Jackie Chan felt a suffocating feeling coming over him. He knew that this was a sign that the space suit was about to disintegrate.

Without oxygen, he simply couldn't survive in space.

"Uncle Long!" Xiaoyu's exclamation came through the communicator with a crying tone.

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

He tried hard to break free from the curse, but it was all in vain.

At this desperate moment, the lotus bag that Jackie Chan was holding tightly suddenly floated out from the torn space suit.

The lotus bag was suspended between Jackie Chan and Zhu Lan, emitting a faint light.

At the same time, inside the spare spacecraft.

"Now!" Tru shouted, holding the air magic spell tightly in both hands, aiming at the spell blue on the screen, and suddenly launched the air magic.

"call--"

An invisible airflow surged out from the air spell, penetrated the spaceship, crossed the long distance, and instantly hit Zhulan.

"What?!" Zhu Lan felt his body shake, and the hand that was originally tightly holding Jackie Chan loosened involuntarily.

"This is..." He lowered his head and looked at the lotus bag floating in front of him, a trace of fear flashed in his eyes.

"The power of the wind?"

"And this strange thing..."

"Is this another trick of that old fellow?"

(End of this chapter)