Zongman: All Heavens and Worlds Begin with the Devil's Curse

It was like a cold wind blowing through a bamboo forest, rustling the bamboo leaves, the sound of it striking the leaves densely, and then suddenly becoming as piercing as a knife.

A figure stood in the sky, dressed in blue robes and with black hair, stepping on the void as he slowly descended the steps.

"Pretending like this, just thinking about what they'll post later makes me want to laugh," Ximu said in a low voice.

In that instant, the immortal god Han Xiangzi finally made his appearance.

The melodious flute music paused, and Han Xiangzi walked up to Ximu, level with him in the air, her eyes meeting his.

"Do not listen to the sound of rain pattering through the trees, why not chant and stroll leisurely? It seems the world... is not peaceful again." Han Xiangzi said to Ximu.

His gaze swept over Ximu's body, past the pair of bat wings behind him, and finally settled slowly on Ximu's hate-filled face.

His gaze fell upon Ximu, and he said calmly, "It seems... you've won."

"Oh? You do have some self-awareness," the Holy Lord said from the side.

Having defeated several immortal gods, Han Xiangzi is the first to show weakness right from the start.

The rest are mostly arrogant guys.

"How could I not know?" Han Xiangzi laughed freely. "The demons of the moon, the demons of fire, and the demons of the sky have gathered here. Logically speaking, this shouldn't be the case, but the fact that you can stand in front of me already says too much."

"However," he suddenly changed his tone, "the affairs of the world are nothing more than the ebb and flow of tides, the wind blowing through bamboo, bending it over and then rising again."

“You seem quite at ease,” Zhou Lan said with a smile.

Han Xiangzi then looked at Zhou Lan, his gaze lingering on her for a moment before he sighed.

"My other colleagues have probably all been won over by you."

"Pretty much the same," Ximu snorted.

“It’s fate, it’s destiny.” Han Xiangzi sighed, stroking his flute. “But what I’m meant to do, I can’t escape in the slightest.”

"Are you coming one by one, or all at once?" The next second, he suppressed his sigh and asked with a gentle smile.

“I will not forget what happened in the past.” Ximu took a step forward.

"Good." Han Xiangzi nodded slightly.

His question just now was not out of arrogance, but rather out of a sense of relief.

The moment he arrived, he realized everything the three demons were waiting for him.

He understood his destiny even more clearly.

The so-called immortal gods and demons are merely different in name and innate position; in essence, they are all the same beings.

That's why he doesn't clamor about subduing demons and monsters or bringing evil spirits to justice.

Instead, he let out a soft sigh.

Here, it's all about winning and losing.

Since they were able to seal eight demons into hell back then, it's not hard to understand why the other side would want to do the same to them now that things have taken a turn for the better.

It's just a matter of fortunes changing every thirty years.

However, even though the three demons together could have subdued him in an instant, he still chose to let the Heavenly Demon fight him alone. There was nothing wrong with his approach.

"Then Han Xiangzi thanks you both." Han Xiangzi bowed slightly and smiled calmly at Zhou Lan and the Holy Lord.

He turned to Ximu: "Our feud... alas, it's just that our positions have determined everything since the beginning. Come on, today, I have no way out."

After he finished speaking, he placed his flute in front of him and said no more.

The flute's mournful sound carried the force of a great battle, as if it could break through the enemy's armor and horses.

The invisible flute music, under his urging, acquired a tangible power, striking the top of Westwood like a hammer blow.

Another flute melody arose, like wisps of silk, flying towards Ximu, binding his bat wings, and trying to make him fall.

Han Xiangzi stood in the air, like a flute fanatic focused solely on playing, but his strength was not to be underestimated.

With his wings bound, Ximu plummeted toward the ground.

The demons of heaven are not in the sky, so how can they possess any power?

“Indeed, that was how it was back then; I was helpless against you,” Ximu growled. “But unfortunately, things are different now!”

With a tremor of his hands, a new force lifted him up into the sky.

"What does it matter if my wings are trapped by you? I have gravity to keep me from falling!" The light of magic enveloped Ximu.

Han Xiangzi could confine his wings, but he could not confine his magic.

Things are different now. With the return of the Heavenly Demon Qi, his speed in analyzing the myriad dragon demonic powers has also become incredibly fast.

His figure shot straight into the sky like a streak of light, his magical light dazzling the heavens.

A series of magic circles enveloped him, spreading across the dome like raindrops.

Among the hundreds of magic arrays, all were adorned with dragon head patterns.

"Although it's not related to my major, my Lord Ximu once said that the ultimate secret of magic..."

"It's the one with the super strength to throw bricks!"

Chapter 392 The Wind Has Already Shifted

The sky was dominated by a dense array of magical patterns.

Ximu hovered in the air before countless magic circles, exuding confidence and power.

Then, a dense barrage of magical beams rained down on Han Xiangzi.

Across from him, Han Xiangzi raised an eyebrow.

He had never seen such a spectacle before; the dazzling light that met his eyes was something that had never appeared in this world before.

Logically speaking, based on his understanding of Ximu, demons rely on their own power and demonic energy to become powerful.

However, Ximu displayed a strength, or rather a power system, that was far different from his past performance.

It seems that during his period of silence, Ximu must have had a great opportunity.

However, Han Xiangzi had long since given up on investigating further.

Even if we get a clear answer, it won't change the current situation.

He smiled and sincerely praised, "Impressive."

He immediately grabbed the bamboo flute in front of him, his body suddenly swaying as he flashed towards Ximu.

Han Xiangzi landed in mid-air, his foot striking the void and creating faint ripples. He turned and twisted his waist in one fluid motion, dodging back and forth amidst the endless killing magic, closing the distance to Ximu.

His already tall figure resembled a supple bamboo in the air, sometimes bowing and sometimes standing upright.

He does indeed have a somewhat ethereal appearance.

The immortal god is no ordinary being; otherwise, he wouldn't have sealed away eight demons in the first place.

Among the eight, there may be differences in strength, but each has their own methods.

Han Xiangzi moved nimbly and ethereally, flashing and darting through the air, pulling with long stretches of magical power. For a time, ranged attacks alone were insufficient to subdue him.

Seeing this, Ximu gritted his teeth.

His true form was surrounded by surging magical power, with illusory halos covering his entire body from top to bottom.

Countless amplification spells were channeled into his body, causing him to grow gigantic, his bat wings flapping open to blot out the sky.

The sharp claws flowed with an indestructible magical radiance, carrying an extremely sharp chill, and tinged with a leaden gray iron color.

He flapped his wings and swooped down, colliding head-on with Han Xiangzi.

The demon and the immortal god were positioned one above the other, and Ximu's claws collided with Han Xiangzi's bamboo flute in mid-air.

In an instant, Han Xiangzi's figure flew backward.

He was blasted into the ground, plowing up a chasm.

Amidst the dust, he stood up and glanced at his magical artifact.

At the end of the bamboo flute, a crack is gradually spreading throughout the entire flute.

Han Xiangzi didn't have time to tidy up her disheveled appearance, and simply sighed, "You're so much better than before."

"It's not over yet!" west Mu's roar descended like a storm from the sky as he plummeted to the ground, relentlessly pursuing and attacking Han Xiangzi.

"You think you can escape?" he said angrily.

Ahead of him, Han Xiangzi's figure flickered incessantly as he fled close to the ground.

"Escape is inevitable... but we can't afford to lose so quickly; we have to save some face."

He let out a faint sigh.

"I've always known that this era is always moving forward. If we stand still, isn't that a form of self-imposed stagnation?"

"This ending may have been predetermined."

Han Xiangzi seemed to have foreseen something, as he carried a subtle sense of pessimism from the moment he appeared.

Ultimately, they underestimated the true nature of the demons and their opponents.

Every being desires progress, and demons are no exception.

This original response mechanism could only deal with demons that did not exceed their previous peak strength.

That's how it should be. A bunch of guys whose minds have been worn down by hell, how can you expect them to bring any brains with them after escaping from prison?

Unfortunately, just as Han Xiangzi himself said, things didn't work out.

Times are, after all, progressing.

The moment he emerged from the river of time, the moment he saw the unfamiliar world around him.

The old horse-drawn carriages and wooden buildings have long been replaced by skyscrapers he has never seen before.

The moment he appeared, he already understood.

It’s different in the past.

There must be one among the demons who still possesses wisdom and is exceptionally outstanding.

As Han Xiangzi fled, he glanced furtively at Zhou Lan, who was overseeing things in the distance.

He could actually sense a perfect rhythm emanating from Zhou Lan.

This is far more terrifying than a powerful demon with pure strength.

Ximu was like a dark cloud that blotted out the sky. When he realized he couldn't keep up with the speed, he suddenly clenched his palm.

On its jet-black, iron-like body, the patterns of magic circles swept across its entire body like totems.

In an instant, his speed increased to a whole new level.

With a deafening roar and a shockwave, he appeared above Han Xiangzi as if by teleportation, his giant claw pressing down mercilessly.

Han Xiangzi flipped himself up and stood on the spot, gritted his teeth and raised his bamboo flute, struggling to hold on.

Beneath his feet was a massive impact crater.

Even so, he managed to withstand the power brought about by Ximu's full-body enhancement.

The enormous claw was now only a tiny distance away from him, separated by the width of a bamboo flute.

"Do you think I'll repeat the mistakes I made back then?" Ximu said to the people beneath him. "A battle of magic? If we're going to fight, it'll be a battle of other kinds of magic!"

He groaned and gradually increased the force.

He had been waiting for this day for far too long.

Regardless of how Han Xiangzi performs, don't forget that ultimately, they are still enemies.

As Ximu gradually increased his strength, Han Xiangzi finally could not hold on any longer, and a sharp cracking sound of bamboo breaking suddenly rang out.

Han Xiangzi's eyes widened in shock. The bamboo flute in his hand cracked inch by inch, and the cracks spread all the way to his palm.

Admittedly, he does possess considerable strength, and he was even able to limit Ximu's demonic energy and power in a single exchange.

But it only weakened Westwood.

Not to mention that the demons of heaven possess other means.