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

This was a middle-aged man with a short beard that looked like it had been specially groomed. He appeared somewhat thin and wore a well-fitting suit. His long black hair was tied up in a topknot.

Lu Mingfei felt that he was definitely not ordinary. His temperament suggested that he was either an artist or a Taoist priest who had come down from the mountain to experience the world.

It has a distinct blend of Chinese and Western styles, but it doesn't look out of place on the person at all.

This is the start of a strike, and a guy with a peculiar aura has appeared here. He feels that the guy is very likely from the academy.

He shook his head, wondering whether he should greet the other person. After all, this "artist" was also sizing him up. Perhaps this could be considered a meeting of fellow countrymen in a foreign land? After all, the other person was clearly Chinese.

“This brother…” Lu Mingfei felt that he had chosen a form of address that suited the other person’s taste.

"Lu Mingfei!"

The other person addressed him by his first name.

“You know me?” Lu Mingfei shuddered.

"Of course!"

The man casually crossed his hands in front of him.

His hands were also somewhat thin, with bony features, and Lu Mingfei couldn't help but think of that word.

"You're probably the only one who can make bringing a Coke feel like bringing pork when visiting relatives during Chinese New Year!"

The man seemed to know him very well.

Lu Mingfei pursed his lips. He was about to retort when he looked down at himself and suddenly felt that the man might be right.

There was a strike at the train station, so he secretly bought a Coke. Normally it costs a dollar a cup, so he got it for free, which naturally made him feel a bit guilty.

"Zhou Lan, that's my name!"

The man introduced himself.

“Lu…” Lu Mingfei was about to speak when he suddenly realized that the other person already knew his name.

Facing the man in front of him, he felt inexplicably nervous, so he lowered his hands to appear more composed.

The other party carried an aura.

Lu Mingfei recalled the first time he met the little devil Lu Mingze at the train station.

On the CC1000 express train, in that hallucination, the Black King Nidhogg, as described by Lu Mingze, landed on an iceberg, and thousands of humans climbed the iceberg and drove iron spikes into its body.

Lu Mingze said that it was history from thousands of years ago, and he still remembers the feeling of being shocked by that magnificent ancient atmosphere.

The feeling Zhou Lan gave him was very similar to that of back then.

"As expected, it seems the current timeline is incorrect!"

Zhou Lan muttered to herself.

This is the world of dragons, and the loser in front of you is the protagonist of this world, Lu Mingfei.

A lonely young man, an S-class hybrid from Kassel College.

He roughly calculated the time, and the moment he arrived, he went straight to the location where the King of Earth and Mountains had revived.

Unfortunately, at this moment, the King of Earth and the King of Mountains had not yet merged into Hela, the Goddess of Death, and had not yet truly grasped power.

Zhou Lan's goal was simple: to use three magic spells to replace the same authority in other worlds, thereby deceiving everyone and rescuing people from hell.

When you break free from the mindset of being confined to a single world, many problems become easy to solve.

Realizing he was too early, he headed straight for the Chicago train station, only to unexpectedly run into this guy.

"Hey, buddy..." Lu Mingfei waved his cola, "If there's nothing else, I'll be going now!"

He had barely finished speaking when he grabbed the Coke and jogged towards the hotel, as if he were running away.

"We will meet again!"

Zhou Lan whispered to his retreating figure.

He closed his eyes slightly, lost in thought.

In the world of dragons, apart from the legendary Black King and White King, the four remaining dragon kings are the ones who hold supreme power.

The king of the earth and mountains, the king of the sea and water, the king of bronze and fire, and the king of the sky and wind.

In his timeline, the King of Bronze and Fire had just died, and Lu Mingfei was preparing to return to Kassel College after his summer vacation.

The next target is undoubtedly the King of Earth and Mountains, to obtain and enhance his authority, and to set him as the anchor point for the Displacement Spell.

It's alright, not too remote.

After glancing at the receding figure in the distance, Zhou Lan's figure slowly disappeared.

As is customary, when in Rome, do as the Romans do.

He slowly walked to the roadside, opened the door of a black Maserati, and got in, feeling as familiar as if he were getting into a taxi he had hailed.

"Kassel College!"

He said.

You've gone to the wrong place!

A voice came from the driver's seat.

The speaker was an elderly man with a strong, resonant voice. He wore a custom-made black suit and had his silver hair styled in a slicked-back, flamboyant manner.

"Looks like I made the right choice!"

Zhou Lan glanced at the red rose tucked into the lapel of the man's suit, then leaned back naturally in the seat. "Mr. Hilbert Jean Angers, Principal of Kassel College, Dragon Slayer!"

Also staying in Chicago due to the strikes and auctions, Zhou Lan easily found his flashy Maserati.

Angers slowly put down the glass of ice wine, his eyes gleaming. He glanced at the rearview mirror, where the image of the stranger who had suddenly barged in was now clearly visible.

His suit, in the same color scheme, was of an unidentifiable brand, but the material appeared to be surprisingly good. The well-fitting suit gave the man a touch of elegant taste.

He had a relaxed expression on his face, as if this car was specially prepared for him.

He, Hilbert Jean Angers, was just a driver waiting by the roadside.

There aren't many people who would let him be their driver.

"My car doors were locked just now!"

Angers said.

"I know!"

Zhou Lan remained calm and composed.

This Maserati is no cheap car; with the double security of central locking and mechanical locks, even a strong man might not be able to open it easily.

The man behind him was no ordinary fellow. Angers sensed no murderous intent or malice, but this was far more terrifying than harboring malice.

Without any warning, Angers moved almost instantly, gripping his folding knife in reverse and stabbing backward like a lion suddenly leaping out of its shell in the cramped car.

His movements were fluid and effortless; he wasn't going to give the other party any chance to react.

He was confident that few people in the world could be as fast as him; almost the instant he pulled the folding knife from his sleeve, the murderous intent was already upon him.

In the instant before he moved, the domain of Word of Power Time Zero enveloped the Maserati.

This is his Word of Power; when released, his own time flow remains unchanged, but the time flow within the domain is compressed to the extreme.

Everything within his domain appeared to him in slow motion.

One-hundredth of a second later, Angers raised his head.

The folding knife encountered resistance.

Chapter Fifty-Nine: The Existence of an Elder

A slender finger with distinct knuckles firmly blocked the tip of the knife, instantly gathering all the murderous intent that was coming towards him.

The tip of the knife didn't actually touch him; there was a tiny distance between them, yet it felt like an insurmountable chasm.

Angers had a premonition that if he continued to exert force, it would only be this weapon that would shatter.

The lion, which had been about to pounce, now had its mane smoothed out and was as quiet as a puppy.

“Perhaps we need to talk. It’s not good to get angry so easily when you get older, don’t you think?” Zhou Lan smiled.

When not angry, a devil's nature is often exceptionally good.

He flicked his fingers.

The folding knife flew back and pierced the center console.

The invincible domain of his Words of Power was shattered the moment he finished speaking.

He simply put his hand away casually, as if he had done something insignificant.

The Holy Lord is right. Perhaps he also needs a short vacation, and this might be a good option.

The resurgence of the King of Earth and Mountains is imminent, and for him, a little time is almost an instant.

"A hybrid? Or a dragon king?" Angers was shocked.

He had almost no power to resist, and only the Dragon King could have done so.

Zhou Lan seemed to have read his mind, and snapped her fingers: "Congratulations, you guessed wrong all along!"

He said calmly, "Perhaps you should call me an elder!"

“Elder…” Angers repeated the word to himself.

His Chinese is very good; he won't misunderstand the meaning of those two characters.

But this middle-aged man in front of him actually called himself an elder in front of an old man.

This is not human, Angers immediately realized.

However, the other party rejected his guess. In this world, besides the Dragon King, what other beings could live for such a long time? "It seems you know a lot!"

Angers has long since developed an extremely thick skin and a very thick mindset.

He casually withdrew his folding knife from the center console, carefully put it away, and picked up the glass of iced wine again.

It's clear the situation isn't on his side, so the fact that the other party is willing to talk is good news.

"Mr. Angers, our goals are the same!"

Zhou Lan withdrew her hands, crossed them in front of her, and appeared somewhat composed.

"Dragon King?" "That's right. You want to slay a dragon, and I need dragon bones. It's a very worthwhile deal!"

"I believe the elder has the ability, but the ownership of the dragon bones is not something I can decide!"

Even Angers, as the principal of the Kassel College, a professional training base for dragon slaying, had many things he couldn't control when faced with the remains of the Dragon King.

"Take me for a ride!"

Zhou Lan smiled and looked at the driver's seat. "You just drive, I'll figure out the solution!"

The center console was damaged, but it didn't affect the performance of this luxury car. The Angers started the key, and the black Maserati let out a furious growl.

The man has the ability to become a driver.

"If you can handle the board of directors, I don't mind!"

He slammed on the gas, and the streamlined car shot off like an arrow.

In just two seconds, he increased his speed to over 80 miles per hour, and the powerful acceleration pushed his body back against the backrest.

He glanced at Zhou Lan, whose figure was as steady as a mountain.

He was certain that this was an invincible force.

The sports car sped through the streets of Chicago, with Angers reaching speeds of up to 160 mph at one point—a dangerous threshold—but clearly, the patrol officers were too busy dealing with striking workers to attend to this.

"Vacation? Kassel College is not a good place for a vacation!"

Angers listened to the voices coming from the back seat, "They're all lunatics there. All they can think about is how to quickly and accurately shove a razor into a dragon's body, or at the very least, bite off a few scales with their teeth!"

"Yes, that's true for me!"

Zhou Lan said calmly.

He didn't intentionally want to be on the side of justice or evil; it didn't matter to him which side he was on.