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

Chapter 169 Demonic Clone, Natural Power!
At the same time, dozens of black energy warriors wielding weapons made of condensed black energy also appeared in mid-air!

snort!
A bunch of filthy things!

The old man snorted coldly, took out a porcelain bottle filled with purifying liquid, quickly chanted a spell, and splashed it forward!
Wow!

The golden liquid drew a bright arc in the air, like a small golden rain shower!

Zila——!
The monsters and black warriors splashed with the golden liquid emitted a shrill, silent scream, as if they had been doused with strong acid!
Their bodies were rapidly corroded and purified, the black gas dissipated, and the rotting flesh turned to ashes!
With just one splash, seven or eight monsters and more than a dozen black energy warriors were completely purified!
Well done, Dad!

Jackie Chan exclaimed in admiration, and without stopping, he darted out like a nimble monkey. He had filled a steel pipe he had picked up with purification fluid, and each swing of the pipe brought out a faint golden light. He accurately struck the monster's joints or energy core, making it extremely efficient!

Roar!
Tru was like a tiger descending the mountain. He smeared the purification liquid on his huge fist, and every punch he threw carried a powerful righteous energy!
The golden fist wind howled, and the monsters were unable to resist it at all. They were either directly blown to pieces or purified and dissolved by the positive energy attached to the fist!
Sheriff Black used his precise marksmanship and tactical maneuvering to continuously shoot at the Black Mist Warriors who were trying to attack or flank him from a distance. His specially made holy water bullets seemed to have their power amplified when they came into contact with the areas where the purification fluid remained.

Xiaoyu wasn't idle either; the pure righteous energy within her was the nemesis of all dark creations.

She clasped her hands together, and golden light gathered in her palms. Although she couldn't unleash a world-destroying attack like Xiao, the righteous energy light bullets she condensed could accurately annihilate a black energy warrior or severely injure a rotting monster with each shot!

The group worked together seamlessly, like a highly efficient purification machine, steadily moving forward.

Wherever they went, those disgusting dark minions vanished into thin air, and the filthy black aura left on the ground was dispelled by the righteous energy emanating from their bodies.

The battle grew increasingly intense, and the golden aura of righteousness stood out starkly against the dark red ruins.

Finally, this unusual energy fluctuation attracted the attention of the city's sole ruler.

Just as Jackie Chan delivered a beautiful spinning kick that shattered the head of the last rotting monster, a terrifying pressure that seemed to freeze one's soul descended from the direction of the city center like a dark cloud covering the sky!

The dark red in the sky became even deeper and thicker, as if endless malice was churning within it.

A tall figure, engulfed in tangible dark flames, slowly descended from the sky and hovered in mid-air not far away.

His pure black eyes, burning with demonic energy, coldly swept over the five people below after the fierce battle, a chilling smile curving his lips.

It's Ximu!

Hehehe... That's really unexpected.

Ximu's voice was like ice rubbing together, carrying a hint of condescending amusement.

A few ants that managed to escape actually dared to come out and die.

His disdainful gaze swept over Jackie Chan and Inspector Black, finally settling on Uncle, Tru, and especially Jade.

Ok?
Xi Mu's eyes narrowed slightly, as if he had noticed something.
The 'qi' on you all... seems much stronger than before? Especially you old man, and this big guy... and you, little one.

A flicker of genuine surprise flashed in his dark eyes, which quickly transformed into an even more intense killing intent:
It seems you've found that insignificant bit of righteous energy left behind by that old fellow? Good, saves me the trouble of searching again.

Today, I will utterly crush your laughable hopes, along with your lives!
Westwood!

The old man glared at the demon in mid-air and shouted fearlessly,

Your death has come!

The forces of justice will not be defeated by evil people like you!

Justice? Ximu seemed to have heard the funniest joke, and burst into a shrill laugh filled with madness and disdain.

In this city that I have complete control over, I am!
That is the only law!
It's absolute darkness!
Stop talking nonsense!
Jackie Chan gripped the steel pipe tightly, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

If you want to fight, then come at me!

as you wish.

The smile on Ximu's face vanished instantly, replaced by a cold indifference.

Since you're in such a hurry to get going, I'll prepare something special for you... a real 'surprise'.

He slowly raised a claw burning with dark flames and pointed it at the ground.

Come forth, my puppets!

Let these reckless insects experience true despair!

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground shook violently!
Boom!

Boom!

Amidst the collapsed ruins, the hard concrete ground appeared to have been torn apart by an invisible giant hand!
Four completely different, yet equally powerful and malevolent demonic energies soared into the sky!

From the first crack, a puppet made of countless huge rocks crawled out. It was almost as tall as Tru, and every step it took made the ground tremble, exuding a heavy and tyrannical earth demonic aura!

From the second rift, a transparent puppet surrounded by distorted air currents floated up. Wherever it went, the air became viscous and heavy, as if even light was distorted by its gravity!

From the third fissure, scorching magma gushed out, coalescing into a humanoid puppet burning with raging flames, radiating a temperature high enough to melt steel!

From the fourth rift, a howling wind converged into a puppet made of rapidly spinning blue air currents, emitting a piercing whistling sound and swirling up the rubble and debris on the ground!
Earth, gravity, fire, wind!

These four puppets were terrifying creations that Ximu had twisted and enslaved with dark power, and granted with some demonic authority!

Their empty eye sockets burned with the same dark flames as Ximu's, and their cold gazes instantly locked onto Jackie Chan and his group!

This...this is...

The old man's expression instantly turned extremely solemn as he looked at the four puppets that exuded different demonic auras.

Jackie Chan, Tru, and Sheriff Black also felt unprecedented pressure.

The aura emanating from these four puppets was far stronger than that of the previous minions!
Xiaoyu clenched her fists tightly, feeling a strong threat coming from all four directions to the positive energy within her body.

Ximu hovered in mid-air, enjoying the shocked and solemn expressions on everyone's faces, and let out a satisfied and cruel laugh:

Enjoy yourselves, you ants.

This is just... the beginning!
Crisis, sudden crisis, escalating suddenly!
The four puppets, each emanating different types of demonic energy, resembled four mobile fortresses of calamity, subtly surrounding Jackie Chan and his companions.

(End of this chapter)