Jackie Chan adventures: Demon Lord's New Life

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"The Eight Demon Lords! You were born from black energy, arrogant and proud, thinking you're above all other demons!"

"You may have been chosen by the black energy to rule, but we don't accept that!"

"We've absorbed the power of countless demons and even tapped into the very life force of humans. With the power of the Book of Time on our side, we're nearly as strong as you!"

"Exactly. And with the divine tools that will suppress you in the future, there's no way you can win today!"

"Our strength has gone through a total transformation. You Eight Demon Lords haven't been out in the world for long — you're still far from your peak. This fight is already over."

The eight human-like demons locked eyes with the Demon Lords, as if declaring the final chapter of this battle.

With divine tools in hand, they swept righteous energy across the world, burning away injustice. The sky was filled with dark mist, forming a balance of light and shadow — pure light and deep darkness mixing together.

"Such arrogance! Do you think the power of a Demon Lord is something you can even comprehend?"

Xiaofeng shouted furiously, spitting out a gust of demonic wind.

In an instant, the world was hit with an unstoppable hurricane. Razor-sharp wind blades tore through the sky. Wherever the storm passed, mountains crumbled, buildings shattered — the demon city below was completely erased, turned to dust by the relentless storm.

"Hmph!"

With a casual flick of his folding fan, a breeze of golden light met the hurricane head-on, canceling out both attacks in a massive clash.

"This is what power close to a Demon Lord looks like. Add in divine tools meant to counter you — we're giving you a preview of your future defeat, right here and now."

The demon holding the fan had a gaze full of divine arrogance, as if he were a god above all mortals.

In that moment, it was as if he'd fused with Han Zhongli, one of the Eight Immortals.

"People from the future dare interfere with the past? Do you even understand the consequences of tampering with time?!"

Shendu could sense the divine presence coming off these eight demons. They didn't feel like demons at all — not cunning or savage — but rather like beings who saw all life as ants beneath them.

Clearly, the divine tools of the Eight Immortals carried traces of their own divine consciousness.

Now, these demons holding the Eight Immortals' tools were influenced by them — their original demonic nature now mixed with the personalities of the Immortals. And the Immortals' influence was stronger.

"Shendu, are you saying the real owners of these tools — the Eight Immortals — have actually descended into this time period?!" Zhou Lan's eyes widened as he asked seriously.

Shendu first shook his head, then nodded.

"…What does that even mean?!"

That strange answer left Zhou Lan and the other Demon Lords completely confused.

"Any creature that touches our demonic aura will eventually turn into something like us — either our puppet or our subordinate."

"But those divine tools? Their owners must be on the same level as us Demon Lords. And just like our aura can corrupt, so can their tools. They carry the power to influence."

"That's why, even though these demons were born from black energy, they can still wield tools full of righteous energy!"

After those words, the Demon Lords finally understood — the eight demons in front of them were the very same ones who would one day suppress them.

"No point talking anymore. Let's finish this!"

"Destroy them!"

Zhou Lan made up his mind and gave the order.

The eight demons seemed to hesitate for a second — Shendu's words had clearly shaken something inside them.

But that hesitation disappeared almost instantly.

Because the price they paid to use the Book of Time was still unknown.

Maybe this was the price — being influenced by future power. But so what?

As long as they succeeded in defeating the Eight Demon Lords, they would become the rulers of this era.

There's no way people from the future could cross time and come back to this dark age ruled by demons.

At the same time, with Shendu's explanation and Zhou Lan's command...

The Eight Demon Lords all turned their eyes toward the demons wielding the Eight Immortals' tools.

And those eight demons met their gaze with equal intensity.

"Authority of the Heavens – Myriad Celestial Phenomena!"

"Authority of Thunder – Silent Black Lightning!"

"Authority of Wind – Primordial Northern Gust!"

At that moment, Ximu, Xiaofeng, and Zhong Su all unleashed their powers. The skies above the entire planet turned apocalyptic — howling winds, booming thunder, swirling rain, and falling snow and ice.

The Demon Lords' powers could shake the entire world.

Howling cold winds roared toward the eight demons, followed by thousands of bolts of purple lightning crashing down like celestial spears.

Up in the sky, freezing wind, divine lightning, and hail all merged into a single massive attack.

Ximu's celestial powers were already overwhelming on their own, but once Xiaofeng and Zhong Su added their strength, it became terrifying.

Seeing this overwhelming force, the previously calm expressions of the eight demons finally changed.

They exchanged glances — then, with the flip of a fan, the beat of clappers, and the tune of a flute…

Invisible sound waves from the flute turned into layer upon layer of energy shields.

The fan spun open, releasing bursts of golden light.

The clappers rang out softly, reinforcing the barrier.

Two of the Eight Immortals' tools combined to block the triple assault from the Demon Lords — not just blocking, but actually absorbing the energy into themselves.

Then, from the fan's golden light, a massive glowing giant formed — feet planted on the sky, head brushing the heavens.

Seeing this, Li Yan threw out the Pure Yang Sword.

The golden giant caught the sword and slashed toward the sky. In an instant, the terrifying weather illusions created by the three Demon Lords were utterly destroyed.

The dark clouds vanished. Sunlight bathed the Earth once more. Life began to stir again.

"Shendu… these divine tools that counter you... might be a little too strong."

Watching Xiaofeng, Zhong Su, and Ximu's combined attack get wiped out in one swing of the Pure Yang Sword, Zhou Lan fell silent.

Even Shendu didn't know how to respond.

Honestly, of all the Eight Immortals' tools, Lü Dongbin's sword might just be the most powerful.

After all, a sword is a weapon of war. The others? A gourd, a flower, a folding fan, a lotus bud — not exactly weapons.

"Then let's split up. Everyone take care of your own opponent!" Shendu suggested after a moment of thought.

But from the side, Ximu suddenly growled, "We can't fight them like this — those damn divine tools are sucking up our energy!"

"They keep getting stronger the more we fight! Shendu, is your Demon-Suppressing Array broken or not?!"

"If it's not working, they're constantly absorbing the energy of the world itself — and with those tools backing them up, we're not going to win any time soon!"

Shendu frowned. "No way. The Demon-Suppressing Array... what the—?!"

Before he could finish, something unexpected interrupted him—

"....."