Simultaneous travel: City, infinite evolution

Chapter 532 The Holy Lord Arrives [Requesting Monthly Tickets and Recommendations]

"For a magician, the most important thing is mental strength."

"Without strong mental power, one cannot manipulate magic in subtle ways, and many spells cannot be cast."

"Therefore, your most important task right now is to train and strengthen your mental strength."

"as well as."

"Learn magic and hone your skills."

Chen Hong smiled slightly and directly demonstrated his abilities.

"Balala Energy—Whoosh—Transform!"

In an instant, all the books, antiques, and miscellaneous items in the room were automatically sorted, organized, and returned to their respective places, all cleaned and neatly arranged.

Dad was so stunned he almost dropped his glasses.

"This...this...this...what kind of terrifying control is this?"

"With so much clutter, you actually managed to make them all put back in their places and clean themselves up in the blink of an eye?"

"Hiss! It seems your magical control and mental strength are quite strong."

"Then I don't need to worry about you losing control of your surging magic power."

"However, your magic is still flowing continuously, accumulating in large quantities day by day. You should pay attention to training your mental control regularly, lest you neglect training one day and cause your magic to go out of control."

"You are already a fully-fledged magician. Here are many magic books for you to look at yourself."

Then go outside more often to practice casting spells.

You can also help your father concoct potions.

Let's have a proper discussion about magic, potions, and the crafting of magical artifacts.

"no problem."

Chen Hongxin accepted.

He began to study all the magic books in the library like crazy, learning all kinds of air magic, then mixing potions with his father, discussing potion recipes, and making magical artifacts, such as pufferfish, using cheap and common materials.

Magic doesn't depend much on the strength of the materials themselves, but rather on the symbolism. If there's a symbolism, there's magic power. Its output comes from ranged magic, not from head-on confrontations.

Just as Chen Hong and his father were engrossed in magic, the Holy Lord was finally resurrected.

Having collected all twelve talismans, it came back to life.

Even the chicken talisman in Jackie Chan's hand was snatched away.

Upon receiving the message, Chen Hong emerged from seclusion and instantly appeared before the Holy Lord, who was playing a game of snatching talismans with Jackie Chan and Jade.

"who!"

Upon seeing Chen Hong suddenly appear before him, the Holy Lord was startled and instinctively became on guard.

Chen Hong did not answer, but looked at the fat dragon in front of him with the eyes of someone looking at a treasure.

The Holy Lord felt extremely uncomfortable under that gaze; the look made this former demon lord feel insulted.

"Damn human, whoever you are, if you dare to appear before the Great Holy Lord, you shall die."

"Dragon Blast!"

The Holy Lord unleashed his most powerful attack, opening his blood-red dragon maw to unleash a blazing lava fireball, imbued with the power of the Innate Eight Trigrams Fire, which spewed towards Chen Hong.

Chen Hong remained completely still, as if a weak human facing a tiger or leopard, instinctively gripped by fear, unable to move at all.

"careful!"

Jackie Chan and Jade, who were not far away, cried out in alarm and ran towards them to try to rescue her, but it was too late, and they couldn't help but look desperate.

The Holy Lord's lips curled into a mocking and contemptuous expression, like a high and mighty dragon monarch crushing the disobedient human slaves beneath his feet, just as casually as a thousand years ago.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, the Holy Lord's strongest attack landed on Chen Hong.

In that instant, Jackie Chan froze, Jade opened her round little mouth wide, and Shendu's mocking expression froze.

"No...impossible!"

The Holy Lord's expression shifted from stagnation to disbelief and disbelief, as if he had witnessed something contrary to the truth. His face twitched and his voice began to tremble.

A tremendous fear and shadow fell upon the Lord's heart.

It turned out that, in everyone's eyes, the Holy Lord's ultimate fireball, powerful enough to level San Francisco, disintegrated and evaporated before it even got within three feet of Chen Hong, like a snowball approaching the sun. It was as ridiculous and laughable as a dud.

The Holy Lord could no longer hold back.

"Impossible! It must have malfunctioned by accident, it must have been an accident!"

"Take this Fire Dragon Explosion!"

The Holy Lord hardened his heart, used his innate source of fire, and infused it with a trace of primordial power to unleash an even larger and more terrifying fireball.

But when it touched Chen Hong, it was as ridiculous as a tiny drop of water trying to extinguish the sun.

It evaporated just like that, so fresh and clean.

The atmosphere immediately became awkward again.

Chen Hong continued strolling towards the Holy Lord as if nothing had happened, as leisurely as an old man taking a walk in a park.

The Holy Lord was furious and embarrassed, "Impossible, impossible!"

"Aaaaaaahhhhh!..."

The Holy Lord thrust out with both palms, launching dragon-explosive projectiles one after another. The power of the Eight Trigrams Fire was fully mobilized to harness the fire power of heaven and earth.

Kiss kisses! ...

Fireballs struck Chen Hong, but they vanished without a trace, like mud bubbling into the sea.

Chen Hong walked step by step toward the Holy Lord, his pace neither slow nor slow, giving people a feeling of complete disregard and absolute invincibility.

The Holy Lord's hysterical roar was tinged with fear, and the dragon's feet involuntarily retreated.

Despite appearing to be employing a princely strategy, unleashing a barrage of attacks, he was actually retreating relentlessly, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, his heart trembling.

"Monster! Monster!"

"Instantaneous teleportation!"

The Holy Lord, like a cunning rabbit, leaped and transformed into a streak of light, instantly teleporting to an unknown location.

The Holy Lord has actually escaped.

Jackie Chan and the others stared in disbelief. "Is...is this still Shendu?"

Where is that arrogant Holy Lord of the past? Where is that invincible Holy Lord? Where is that proud Holy Lord?

That's it?

The Holy Lord, however, had unspeakable suffering. Only by facing that monster could he understand just how terrifying it was.

In the eyes of the Holy Lord, that monster was like a black hole, like the starry universe, or like nothingness, its depths unfathomable.

Even the Holy Lord's most powerful attacks couldn't shake the monster in the slightest; not even a wisp of its clothing could be blown away.

Who would want to fight such a terrifying monster?

Anyway, as a hero throughout his life, he didn't want to face such a monster.

"call!"

The Holy Lord gasped for breath and stopped his rapid teleportation.

"We've traveled so far, crossing the vast ocean from the mainland to another continent."

That monster shouldn't be chasing us anymore, right?

The Holy Lord patted his huge, solid chest, his heart pounding wildly.

Feeling the familiarity of this eastern continent, I felt somewhat relieved.

"At this distance, even if that monster has some kind of magic, it shouldn't be able to affect me."

The very next second after he spoke, a voice transcended time and space, reaching his ears like a nightmare.

"[The Holy Lord arrives]..."

"[The Holy Lord arrives]..."

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