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

He had just seen this aura not long ago.

Xia Mi, or rather, the Dragon King Jormungandr, came to steal the dragon bones of the Bronze and Fire King.

"It seems we've chosen the same path!"

Zhou Lan hummed an unnamed tune, his figure ethereal as a wisp of silk, and all the water made way for him.

the other side.

A black shadow resembling a swimming fish moved effortlessly in the water. Xia Mi easily broke through the layers of protection of the ice cellar and reached the bottom of the ice cellar.

There was no way forward. The pipe stretched out in another direction. A dark figure stood on the pipe wall, stretched out her hand, and released her own domain.

With a gentle push, she broke open the entire pipe wall, then slit her wrist, her blood seeping into the water. The high-purity dragon blood destroyed the protective array of words of power that stood in front of her.

The shadowy figure continued forward for a while, until it came to a huge natural cave. In the center of the pool inside the cave stood a circular metal altar.

The Dragonbone Cross of the King of Bronze and Fire rests quietly here.

The shadowy figure came for this very reason.

She climbed the altar, looked at the object, and murmured, "We meet again..." Her tone was somewhat dazed and confused. Before her was the skeleton of a boy, the pure bronze bones interlocked together, his small arms outstretched, grasping the thin bones behind him that were originally a pair of wings, like Jesus nailed to the cross.

In the world of hybrids, the Dragonbone Cross can also be called the "Holy Grail," which shows how precious it is.

The shadowy figure lowered her gaze, slit her own artery, and let the dragon blood flow freely, trying to awaken the sleeping skeleton before her.

"Stand up, Constantine!"

She whispered that it was the name of one of the twins of the King of Bronze and Fire, and also the name of this skeleton.

Time passed slowly, and the withered bones, nourished by dragon's blood, remained quiet as ever.

The Dragon King is extremely difficult to kill, but this skeleton before us is truly dead.

The King of Bronze and Fire has vanished from this world.

The shadowy figure's eyes were filled with despair as she embraced the skeleton, a sorrow born of shared suffering.

The next instant, she turned her head and looked at another dark figure in the shadows not far away.

"I'm so sorry, it seems I've disturbed you a bit!"

Another dark figure stretched.

She has a stunning figure; even just her shadow reveals her graceful curves.

Mai Shude, she also came for the dragon bones.

Not belonging to Kassel College, nor to the Secret Party, she has her own organization and works for someone called the Boss.

Stealing the dragon bones was a task the boss had arranged beforehand.

Although she didn't know why she hadn't been able to contact her boss for the past few days, she still had to do what needed to be done, so she came.

The shadowy figure lit a tinderbox and looked at Mai Shude.

She crossed her arms over her chest, her long hair tied in a high ponytail, and two sharp straight knives were bound to her proud, long legs.

"I've come to pay my respects to a friend. What are you doing here?" The shadowy figure spoke calmly, seemingly unconcerned about the unexpected turn of events.

"Of course we're stealing!" Mai pointed to the dragon bones on the altar, her gaze drifting into the darkness on the other side. "But hey, we're not the only ones who want this thing!"

As if in response to her, a third voice came from the darkness where the two gazes met.

"It's ironic that so many rats appeared in the heavily guarded ice cellar of Kassel College in just one night!"

The third person sighed.

"A rat? Aren't you a rat that's here to steal things too?" A smile appeared on Mai Shude's lips.

At this moment, a third person emerged from the darkness. He was dressed in a light gray suit with a scarf around his neck, looking as if he were attending a ball.

Pasi Gattuso revealed his true identity without any hesitation and said, "As a member of the Board of Trustees, everything in the entire academy belongs to the Board of Trustees. I, Pasi Gattuso, certainly have the right to inspect it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, applause rang out.

A guy with a KFC paper bag over his head walked out; his appearance was quite amusing.

"It's so lively! Can I join you?" he asked.

An unexpected fourth person appeared in the underground ice cellar.

"This is a bit tricky. It seems everyone's after the dragon bones!"

Mai Shude looked helpless. "It seems we have no choice but to use the most primitive method!"

"I second that!" Mr. KFC raised his hand, his muscular physique making him quite visually striking.

The air inside the cave suddenly became tense.

The four people present all came with the same goal, and none of them were easy to mess with.

In the center of the altar, the dark figure closest to the dragon bones suddenly sighed.

She slowly stood up without saying a word, took one last look at the dragon bones in front of her, and then scanned the crowd.

"You need to be qualified to compete with me!"

"Then it seems we're not qualified enough?" A smile appeared on Mai Shude's beautiful face.

"not enough!"

The shadowy figure shook its head.

The moment she finished speaking, a visible, semi-transparent field rapidly expanded from her center, and the metal floor of the altar cracked instantly, sweeping towards the remaining three like an iron hammer.

The magnetic field within the domain changed drastically, and countless shredded metal fragments were thrown up in the magnetic field, transforming into a surge of tangible killing intent as the domain expanded.

This is the power of Word Spirit, an unknown and extremely powerful Word Spirit.

Inside the cave, the other three people's expressions changed drastically.

Mr. KFC bulged his muscles and almost instantly activated his Word of Power, attempting to stop the expansion of the domain.

Pascal Gattuso reacted even faster; his unique golden eye shone with an alarming light, and a silent domain surged forth towards him.

Only Jiu Demai remained motionless.

Her words of power are like a glimpse into the darkness, a master of concealment.

But faced with such a powerful and comprehensive attack from the Word of Power, it had absolutely no ability to resist.

Everyone underestimated the power of the shadowy figure; the situation instantly turned upside down after she unleashed her Word of Power.

Metal shards flying everywhere are destroying everything, even the dragon bone cross in the center of the altar cannot withstand such devastation.

This skeleton is gradually being worn away and destroyed in the battle.

The three looked at the dark figure in the altar with despair.

This power is beyond the control of ordinary people.

Percy Gattuso pulled an old-fashioned flintlock pistol from his pocket, ready to fight to the death.

The shadowy figure crushed them almost instantly.

From the very beginning, this was never a back-and-forth contest.

Just then, a large amount of water suddenly gushed out from above the cave and crashed to the ground.

This was followed by a rhythmic round of applause.

Applause rang out, and the all-encompassing domain of the Word of Power paused in the next instant.

They were almost a step away from the three of them.

The same question inevitably flashed through everyone's mind.

Who was the fifth person who arrived late? The applause paused, and a voice came from the top of the cave, as if he were standing in the air, speaking to the people below.

He spoke, his voice deep and elegant, with a unique rhythm.

"Hey, what are you guys doing with my stuff?"

Chapter Sixty-Five: Leave professional matters to professionals

The flying metal fragments were frozen in mid-air by an invisible force, and the shadowy figure's expression changed drastically the moment he heard the voice of the newcomer.

"Your things? Does this thing have an owner?" Mai Shude's face was pale. The metal shards were almost cutting flesh off her body. She forced herself to calm down.

The situation was clearly out of control; a fifth person appeared, and the shadowy figure in the altar seemed somewhat afraid of him.

Mr. KFC stopped and looked up at the top of his head, a puzzled look on the eyepiece cut out of the paper bag.

"The Dragon Bone Cross is the property of the Board of Trustees!"

Percy Gattuso's fixed voice.

“Is that so?” the fifth person said softly. “This afternoon, Angers handed him over to me!”

“Angers? That bastard!” Passy gritted his teeth. “He doesn’t have that right!” “Indeed!”

The fifth person agreed, "But unfortunately, I have it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he instantly descended from the sky to the ground, landing in the shadowy figure's domain of words of power, pushing away all the debris.

Four pairs of eyes turned to him simultaneously.

This was a rather charming middle-aged man, dressed in a suit, with his long hair tied in a topknot, and a relaxed and carefree expression on his face, as if he had just happened to be passing by on a spring outing.

Zhou Lan.

He stood tall on the battlefield, suspended in the air, making no attempt to hide from the gazes of the crowd.

"He's quite elegant, but unfortunately I still prefer young, handsome guys!"

Having just escaped a life-or-death situation, Mai Shude still had the leisure to speak.

Zhou Lan looked at her, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Mai Shude's expression changed instantly, a tremendous sense of crisis piercing her back like needles.

Zhou Lan lightly tapped her finger, and her graceful figure was instantly propelled away by the repulsive force, crashing into the cave wall with a dull thud.

"Disrespectful to elders, lacking manners!"

Zhou Lan said calmly.

From the moment he appeared, he became the sole focus of attention.

He glanced at the rest of the group, a faint smile playing on his lips, and said, "Alright, children, the game of house is over. Let's leave this to the elders!"

In that instant, Percy swiftly loaded the Philosopher's Stone bullet into the muzzle of his gun, pulled the trigger, and the old-fashioned flintlock spit out the bullet, which flew rapidly toward Zhou Lan.

The man who suddenly appeared before them was completely unprotected, and the bullet carried a warhead called the Fifth Element.

If it hits, even the Dragon King will be affected.

This was his trump card. Percy had come with a mission: to ensure that no one would be allowed to steal the dragon bones from here.

Surprisingly, the shadowy figure, who had been displaying incredible power and almost single-handedly wiping out their entire group, became unusually quiet after this man appeared.

As Percy was wondering what was going on, a tremendous force slammed into him, sending him flying and crashing into the stone wall.

His bones shattered instantly, and beneath his golden bangs, his single golden eye dimmed.

A wave of shock washed over him, and Percy coughed up a mouthful of blood.

He didn't even see how the other party made their move before he lost all his strength, and even the energy to keep his golden eyes lit up was exhausted.

A sense of dread crept over her body like ants. This was a monster, absolutely! Zhou Lan stared at the bullet carrying the Philosopher's Stone, letting it stop beside her, its momentum drained, and fall to the ground.

"Bullets can't touch me. You'll have plenty of time to understand that, because I won't kill you!"

Zhou Lan crushed the bullet and looked at the cripple in front of her.

“I will spare your life, because that is the only value you have left. Go back and tell the Gattuso family, tell the board of directors, tell them about the existence of the elder!”

He stretched out his finger, and Percy's figure flew up like an insect, like riding a roller coaster, flying along the path Zhou Lan had come from and into the water, being washed out of the hole he had opened when he came.

He lay on the ground, barely alive.

"As for you!"

His gaze fell on Mr. KFC.