The air was thick with tension and anticipation. Yet, amidst this charged atmosphere, Zhongsu appeared extraordinarily calm. There was not a trace of panic in his eyes, as if everything was completely under his control. Suddenly, his figure vanished like a gust of wind, moving too fast for anyone to catch. When he reappeared, he was holding two S.H.I.E.L.D. agents, terror and despair written across their faces. Without a moment's hesitation, right in front of Uncle, he turned the two agents into ashes—a blatant and extreme provocation directed at Uncle and Jackie Chan.
Uncle's face darkened completely, his eyes burning with unprecedented fury. His hands were clenched into tight fists as he fought to suppress his impulse to strike. Beside him, Jackie Chan was equally enraged, his muscles tensed and ready to charge forward at any second to fight Zhongsu to the death.
In sharp contrast to all this, Zhongsu remained utterly composed. Not a flicker of emotion stirred in his gaze, as though his actions were entirely natural. If he were human, he could never commit such cruel acts. But alas, he was no human; he was an immortal ancient demon. And these humans were no ordinary mortals either—they were enemies attempting to imprison him in the netherworld for eternity. Their courage and determination stirred a faint sense of threat within Zhongsu, but as a demon, his methods for dealing with enemies had always been merciless. He would not soften his stance simply because of an oppone…
Chapter 57