Jackie Chan adventures: Demon Lord's New Life

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A sudden burst of divine light pierced straight through Li Yan's body. The light carried a mysterious magical force that instantly froze him in place.

The Pure Yang Sword slipped from his grasp, clattering to the ground. Li Yan stood stiff, motionless, his body now covered in eerie purplish-black veins.

"Shengzhu, he can't escape anymore—why bother attacking?"

Zhou Lan didn't even turn his head, just let out a slow sigh, clearly annoyed.

Now that he had made a move, unless the enemy was another demon lord like him, no one could escape his grasp.

"Heh." Shendu let out a calm chuckle. "You're my guest, big bro. No way I'm letting a guest do the dirty work."

"Besides, whether or not he could escape... that's your side of the story. That sword's the kind of artifact that can suppress even demon lords like us. We can't afford to be careless."

With that, Shendu descended from the sky and landed right on Linger's dragon head.

Like she knew exactly what he wanted without a word, Linger instinctively flew over to Zhou Lan's side.

"Greetings, Lord of the Moon," she whispered respectfully, knowing this was a demon lord equal in rank to Shendu.

"Shengzhu, maybe we should be figuring out how to torture this demon to make him talk," she suggested. "How did he manage to bring a demon-lord-suppressing artifact from the future to our timeline?"

"Messing with time always comes with a price—and we need to know what that cost was."

"But your divine magic... looks like it killed him!"

Zhou Lan ignored Linger completely and turned to Shendu with a low, serious tone.

That was exactly why he hadn't made the first move himself. What he really wanted was to know how Li Yan had gotten his hands on time-based powers in the first place.

Demon lords all craved the power of time... but they also feared the consequences of altering it.

"It was just a freezing spell." Shendu snapped his fingers.

In the next second, Li Yan's head slowly began to move, but the rest of his body stayed frozen, solid as stone.

His eyes filled with pure terror. Gone was the arrogant attitude that had dared challenge demon lords and try to claim territory.

His earlier surge of power had made him think demon lords weren't all that—but now, face-to-face with their true power, he was scared out of his mind. He wanted to run, but couldn't move.

"A freezing spell, huh? Not bad," Zhou Lan remarked casually. "But honestly, not much use for us demon lords." His words sounded like a subtle jab, even though he was technically complimenting Shendu for inventing the spell.

Shendu didn't argue. He just gave a relaxed smile. "Just a hobby. If you wanted, big bro, you could probably come up with a few moon-based spells of your own."

Zhou Lan paused for a moment, then shook his head and flew toward the immobilized Li Yan. Shendu's silver dragon followed right behind.

As they got closer, Shendu summoned his divine power. With a single thought, the Pure Yang Sword that had been stuck in the ground floated back to him. He grabbed it with one hand.

"The Pure Yang Sword... the very artifact meant to suppress me," he muttered.

Shendu studied the sword closely. It was forged from ancient, indestructible righteous energy and was capable of inflicting serious damage on demons with dark energy.

Right now, even though the blade had been tainted by black energy, it was still incredibly powerful. Just... not quite as deadly as it was in its full righteous form.

As he examined it, Shendu suddenly felt a searing heat radiating from the sword. The burst of righteous energy hit his palm like fire, sending pain shooting into his soul. His body shook as he instinctively hurled the sword away.

"What the hell is that?!"

As soon as he let go, his divine power kicked in and quickly healed his injury.

"Shengzhu, what the hell are you doing?!" Zhou Lan was startled.

He had just been about to ask Li Yan how he'd gotten time powers, but Shendu's sudden reaction caught him totally off guard.

The sword's hum echoed for miles—everyone within a hundred thousand li could hear its deadly, cutting tone. The Pure Yang Sword floated in midair, crackling with power.

"How should I know?!" Shendu snapped, eyes narrowing. "It's like the sword spirit just... woke up!"

Meanwhile, Li Yan—who had already given up hope—suddenly burst into laughter. "Hahaha! I knew it! There's no way an artifact that can suppress demon lords would be that easy to handle. Come on, Pure Yang Sword, show me what you've really got!"

Zhou Lan glanced coldly at him. "We're demon lords. A mere unclaimed sword like that... won't be our match."

"Shengzhu, help me destroy it!"

Shendu's face darkened. He could feel a terrifying sword aura emanating from the weapon, mixed with righteous energy-based magic.

Why hadn't the sword harmed Li Yan when he held it?

But the moment he touched it, it instantly unleashed divine power?

Still, he nodded at Zhou Lan. "Alright. Let's destroy it!"

Zhou Lan's eyes lit up with vast, ancient power. All four of his arms moved in perfect sync, channeling his lunar magic.

"Authority of the Moon—Black Hole Singularity!"

As he spoke, Zhou Lan's pupils shimmered. His four arms stretched out, and from his chest a tiny, barely visible black vortex began to spin—then blasted forward.

As it flew, the black hole grew rapidly in size. Rocks and earth below were sucked in by its crushing gravity, shredded to dust, and pulled into its invisible core.

At the same time, Shendu clasped his hands and chanted: "Flame Authority—Scorching Sun!"

With the spell complete, he raised his hands and summoned a giant orb of blazing fire, glowing like a mini sun. The heat rolling off it was enough to boil oceans and set the sky ablaze.

He hurled it straight at the floating Pure Yang Sword, hoping to destroy the divine weapon once and for all.

The moment the fireball appeared, the moist earth below cracked open, deep fissures splitting across the land. Everything dried up. The ground withered. Nature screamed.

Nearby, the once-lush forest burst into flames from the sudden wave of heat.

"Vmmm——"

The Pure Yang Sword let out a piercing sword cry, like a dragon's roar echoing across the heavens. The sound swept across tens of thousands of li—sharp, cold, and heartless.

Then, without anyone controlling it, the sword slashed out on its own, releasing a blinding beam of energy hundreds of meters long. The strike was so intense, it tore through the sky itself, parting the clouds like a blade cutting silk.

"BOOM——"

The three attacks collided—black hole, fireball, and sword beam. A massive explosion of divine flame shot skyward like a celestial pillar, ripping through the heavens. A rising mushroom cloud reflected the destruction.

Shendu reacted instantly, shielding himself from the blast with a flicker of thought. Zhou Lan did the same.

When the smoke and fire finally faded... the Pure Yang Sword was still there, floating high in the sky, radiating righteous might.

But now it gave a mournful cry—almost like it was weeping. The combined power of two demon lords had pushed it to its limit.

"....."