Jackie Chan adventures: Demon Lord's New Life

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"VMMMMMM—"

A longsword streaked across the sky. A golden giant, godlike in appearance, held the Pure Yang Sword. Towering like a deity, he moved with blinding speed.

In the blink of an eye, the Pure Yang Sword pierced the chest of Shendu.

A violent gust of wind erupted. The golden giant crashed down from the heavens with Shendu, slamming into the earth and kicking up a massive storm of dust.

BANG!

The ground shook like an earthquake. The two massive figures disappeared into the thick cloud of debris.

"Shendu!"

The seven demon sorcerers couldn't help shouting out. But before they could move, seven other humanoid demons wielding the Eight Immortals' enchanted relics charged at them.

In that moment, Daolon Wong and the rest had no time to worry about Shendu—they had to unleash their divine powers to fight off their attackers.

Down below—

Li Yan, once the most powerful demon on the ancient Asian continent, now wielded the Pure Yang Sword. Harnessing the divine abilities within it, he drove the blade through Shendu's body and stomped him into the ground.

The air was thick with dust, but Li Yan knew—he had just humiliated the once-proud Fire Demon Sorcerer by crushing him underfoot.

For the first time, he felt like he was the one in control—and he couldn't help but burst into wild laughter.

"Hah! So what if you're the Fire Demon Sorcerer? You're still crushed beneath my feet!"

"With this weapon of the Immortals stabbing into you, there's no way you're getting up again!"

His eyes gleamed with pride and arrogance.

Suddenly—A dragon claw-shaped fist, engulfed in roaring flames, burst through the haze and smashed straight toward the smug Li Yan.

"What the—?!"

Shendu, still alive, threw a flaming punch at Li Yan. Startled, Li Yan quickly pulled out the Pure Yang Sword and raised it in front of his chest to block.

His eyes were wide with disbelief. How could Shendu still have this much power after taking a direct hit from the Pure Yang Sword?

CLANG!

A heavy, metallic crash echoed through the air.

WHOOSH—

The golden giant form of Li Yan was blasted back a thousand meters, carving a deep scar into the earth before finally skidding to a stop.

"You— You shouldn't still be standing!"

Catching his breath, Li Yan looked up in shock.

Golden blood was oozing from the wound in Shendu's chest where the sword had stabbed him. The drops hit the ground one after another.

He was clearly injured. So how the hell was he still able to fight back with that much power?

This made no sense.

"I am Shendu—the demon born of Heaven and Earth's black energy! I am immortal and eternal!"

"My divine healing power spares me from pain and injury—I can never be broken!"

Shendu rose into the air, shook the dust from his body, and in the middle of his speech, the wound on his chest rapidly closed and healed.

He hadn't expected Li Yan to try a sneak attack.

Then again, this was the real world.

In this era, dark energy ruled. Without the backing of righteous chi, nobody could possibly defeat the Eight Demon Sorcerers.

"So come on—show me what's so great about this so-called 'Pure Yang Sword,' this divine relic of yours!"

Shendu's eyes flashed. His right hand lifted slightly, summoning invisible flames from the heavens and earth, forming a sleek, deadly scythe in his palm.

As the scythe took shape, dragon-shaped flames swirled around it, and Shendu's whole body began to radiate demonic fire.

The overwhelming pressure made Li Yan feel a flicker of fear.

But then he reminded himself—he had gained incredible new power. There was no reason to get flattened by a Demon Sorcerer again like before.

"Don't think just 'cause you're putting on a light show that I'm scared of you!"

"Pure Yang Sword—Dragon Slayer!"

Li Yan's inner magic resonated with the sword's righteous chi. Gripping it tight, he unleashed a blazing arc of sword light.

Wherever the slash passed, the land turned to lifeless ash. It was as if no living thing could survive in its path.

"What a joke."

"Dragonfire!"

Watching the sword light approach, Shendu smirked in disdain. He raised the dragon-scythe calmly to block.

In a flash, a massive flame dragon erupted from thin air as Shendu swung the blade.

The fiery beast roared as it charged forward. Even though the land was already barren, its path still erupted in flames—despite the lack of anything flammable.

When the two powers finally clashed, the fire dragon tore straight through the supposedly unstoppable sword energy.

CRACK—

A sharp shattering noise echoed through the sky.

That fearsome slash from the Pure Yang Sword was destroyed by the fire dragon's claws.

And the dragon didn't stop.

With blazing speed, it opened its jaws and lunged straight at Li Yan.

ROARRR—!

Its mouth clamped down on the Pure Yang Sword in Li Yan's hands and slammed him hard into the ground.

As Li Yan struggled to react, the fire dragon suddenly exploded.

In a blink, the sky filled with fire. A small mushroom cloud rose in the aftermath.

Dark clouds twisted up from the scorched ground, charred by intense heat. The earth cracked and crumbled beneath it all.

Cough, cough—

As the fire faded, Li Yan dropped to one knee, jamming the Pure Yang Sword into the dirt for support. His eyes were shut. His aura was gone.

He looked... dead.

"Hmph."

Shendu didn't let up. He flickered through the air and appeared beside Li Yan in an instant, raising his scythe to take his head—just to be sure.

But just as the blade was about to slash his throat—

Li Yan's eyes snapped open.

An aura surged from his body—neither purely demonic nor divine.

As he awakened, the Pure Yang Sword trembled, glowing bright, and blocked the incoming scythe with a burst of energy.

"What?!"

Shendu's eyes widened. This guy's energy had completely vanished just moments ago. He hadn't expected a single attack to actually finish Li Yan off, but this...

What really shocked him was the look in Li Yan's eyes—he now radiated pure divine power.

VMMMMMM—BOOM—

The sword hummed. With one mighty swing, the Pure Yang Sword blasted Shendu backward.

But Shendu caught himself in midair and glared at his opponent.

"You're not Li Yan anymore. Who are you?!"

The towering golden giant slowly rose to his feet. A calm, ancient light filled his eyes.

"My name… is Lü Dongbin—Immortal Swordmaster of Pure Yang."

And at that moment, seven other voices echoed from above:

"My name… He Xiangu!""My name… Zhang Guolao!""My name… Han Zhongli!"..."My name… Lan Caihe!"

The legendary names of the Eight Immortals rang out across this demon-dominated era.

The righteous chi that had lain dormant for so long suddenly felt their presence. Though it had no will of its own, it began to absorb their energy, slowly and surely.

"....."