Douluo Continent Chat Group: Building My Academy

The Holy Lord shuddered violently, feeling as if something that should have belonged to him was about to be taken away by someone else.

This made Shendu even more uneasy. He was taking action, but what about Jackie Chan?

"Wizard, where exactly is this so-called Lotus Temple?"

In a moment of urgency, the Holy Lord immediately possessed Valmont, who was extremely reluctant to set off, and began to question the Dragon.

"Don't rush, my dark brother, you need to learn patience in everything."

Daolong remained calm and unconcerned, using his magic wand to clear away the thorns blocking his path.

"Of course, if you're in a hurry, we can be a bit more forceful."

"Mountain!"

"I am here."

Three days have passed since Daolong approached the Holy Lord for cooperation. After making preparations, they set off, trekking through mountains and rivers.

The group was in a desolate wilderness, overgrown with trees and weeds, and looked like no one had visited it for a long time.

The three members of the Black Hand gang looked bored. They were used to gang operations, and while they did treasure hunting, it wasn't their main activity.

In contrast, the orange-skinned Afu showed no negative emotions. Upon hearing Daolong's call, he stepped forward, his sturdy body exuding a powerful aura, and his heart had become more resilient due to the strengthening of his body.

"You lead the way so we can find our destination quickly and prevent His Highness from losing patience."

"yes!"

Afu nodded emphatically, a sinister glint immediately appearing on his usually composed lips. He shifted his body slightly, then moved his feet, transforming into a high-spiraling tornado.

"Tornado destroys parking lot!"

At this moment, Afu seems to be transforming into a human-shaped natural disaster, moving forward like a typhoon, destroying and damaging everything in its path.

A rumbling sound came, which made Daolong even more satisfied. He was truly a qualified dark warrior.

The three members of the Black Hand Gang were dumbfounded, but a sense of excitement also rose in their hearts. If they were to become orange-skinned, could they also possess such power?

The Holy Lord looked at the prospect of a path being cleared and nodded slightly.

This aligns with the Black Qi's operational standards.

Under Afu's relentless pressure, the group's efficiency improved dramatically. Soon, a bamboo forest appeared, and Daolong's magic wand flashed, greatly invigorating him.

"Looks like we're almost there!"

Following instructions, Afu punched the last tree in the ground. The others looked over expectantly and saw a large open space.

"Hey, there's nothing here?"

"Idiot, do you think the Moon Demon's lair would appear in broad daylight?"

The Holy Lord's continued oppressive rule caused the three members of the Black Hand Gang to shrink back in fear.

"So when do we have to wait?"

"..."

"When the moon is out."

Dao Long walked over and gave the Holy Lord a strange look. He roughly knew how this black-clad brother had ended up in his current state.

The Holy Lord remained silent.

"Just wait and see."

"When will we get there, Dad!"

Jackie Chan and his group arrived at the ruins of the Holy Lord's palace. Jade looked at the large piles of yellow sand and couldn't help but feel a little guilty.

"We'll wait until midnight when the black energy is at its strongest, then we'll make our move and find our little dragon."

The old man explained something, then told Jackie Chan to put down the dragon tooth, as he needed to prepare with Tru.

"Speaking of which, Dad, who exactly is the Little Dragon we're looking for?"

Jackie Chan asked a question out of curiosity, and only then did he realize that because he had subconsciously followed his father's orders, he hadn't even understood the situation.

"The Demon Dragon, the son of the Holy Lord, is the reason we have come here to subdue it."

"A little devil dragon?"

"The son of the Holy Lord!?"

"It also has a son!"

They exclaimed almost simultaneously, each with their own questions and doubts.

"Father, if we find the Holy Lord's son, will he really obey us?"

Xiaoyu was very sleepy. She probably didn't think she would listen to the devil. Putting herself in his shoes, how could the devil Xiaolong listen to them?

"It won't obey, but it has some conflicts with its father. By grasping this point, we can at least guarantee that it will help us."

The old man kept saying that, as a famously filial son, the conflict between the demon Xiaolong and Shendu was actually similar to the conflict between a teenager in his rebellious adolescence and a father who had been working away from home for a long time and hadn't paid much attention to his child.

The cunning and shrewd demon, Holy Lord, rarely showed mercy when dealing with the demon dragon, after all, the relationship between father and son is always complicated.

Old Man clearly remembers that the Holy Lord reappeared in District Thirteen in the future, which shows that the struggle between Yin and Yang has never ended.

Perhaps the possibility of yin and yang balance can be found in the little demon dragon.

"Dad, we haven't even dealt with its father yet, and we're already trying to take care of the son?"

Jackie Chan was reluctant. Although as the son of Shendu, the Demon Dragon was unlikely to be a good dragon, they were the ones who had taken the initiative to disturb him.

"That's not what you need to worry about right now. Quickly put on the armor of the immortal god. We'll probably need it for a long time to come."

"Huh? Me?"

"Or would you like Dad to wear it, or Xiaoyu and Tru to wear it?"

Jackie Chan froze, looking at his elderly father, the expectant little Jade, and the burly Tru who chuckled, and could only nod silently.

"I see."

Soon, Jackie Chan was fully dressed and looked at himself in full gear, feeling somewhat unfamiliar with himself.

After moving around a few times, Jackie Chan clearly felt unsteady, and his armor made a clanging sound as it clashed.

"Dad, I might not be the right person for this."

"Shut up, and truly feel the aura of the immortal god. Use the righteous energy in your heart to guide you, just like the kung fu I taught you."

"OK."

Jackie Chan nodded obediently, closed his eyes, and began to breathe, using his breath to regulate his movements...

Eh?

The armor suddenly emitted a dazzling light, as if it had been successfully activated. The originally thick and sturdy armor instantly shrank, becoming like a bodysuit that clung to Jackie Chan's body, allowing him to move with unparalleled freedom.

With a flick of his wrist, Jackie Chan felt an unimaginable sense of ease, as if he were as light as a swallow.

"Dad, what's this?"

"Very good, this armor has been chosen for you. Now go and familiarize yourself with it, and wait for your turn to go out."

"Uh, no problem."

Avoiding Xiaoyu's burning gaze that seemed to say, "Let me try," Jackie Chan went to practice on the other side. Now he felt a sense of familiarity with the power, just like... when he once held the Ox Talisman.

The old man patted Tru on the shoulder, telling him to take out the prepared magical items and get ready to start setting things up. He had just experienced another strange shiver, and he knew that the dark forces were also secretly working on things, so he had to hurry.

"Xiaoyu, come here."

"Dad's here, what should I do?"

Xiaoyu looked on expectantly; even without armor, learning magic would be a good idea.

The old man smiled slightly and took out a stack of homework books from Tru's luggage.

"This is the homework your teacher assigned when Jackie Chan asked you for leave. Xiaoyu, finish it carefully, and your dad will call you again later."

"What!?" Xiaoyu's mouth dropped open in disbelief. She was supposed to do her homework here?