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

"Let's get this straight, I surrender!" Mr. KFC quickly raised his hands.

"Smart move!"

Zhou Lan nodded slightly, "After all, I'm not some bloodthirsty demon!"

"Alright! No need for you to worry, sir. I'll get going right away!"

Mr. KFC kept bowing and fled into the shadows, disappearing in an instant.

"He's got a lot of fun!"

Zhou Lan was fully aware of his identity.

Fingel, Lu Mingfei's roommate and best friend, is a guy who keeps himself very secret.

Looking around, Zhou Lan's gaze fell on the dark figure in the center of the altar. He knew who it was. The other party could deceive everyone else, but he could not deceive the other party's perception of the aura.

However, Zhou Lan did not rush to confront her. Instead, she gently floated down to the wall and looked at the pale, bloodless woman at the base of the wall.

"If I had known... I definitely wouldn't have said such nonsense next time!"

"I can't breathe," said Mai, panting.

Several of her bones were broken, and waves of pain washed over her, but thankfully she could still bear it.

She looked up at the figure in front of her.

"It's so scary!"

she sighed.

What was more unbearable than the pain was the oppressive feeling emanating from the man before them, heavy as a mountain pressing down on everyone's heads, making even breathing difficult.

Elder? This was the first time she had ever heard of this name.

"My turn?" Mai Shude managed a weak smile; she wasn't one to back down.

Life is full of unexpected events, like getting into a car accident when you go out, or encountering a being comparable to the Dragon King while on a mission. It seems quite normal.

"Your boss has probably been out of contact lately?" Zhou Lan asked casually.

The moment the words left her lips, Mai Shude's expression changed drastically.

She sensed that something more terrifying than death was being spoken from Zhou Lan's mouth.

"What...did you do to him?!" She clenched her teeth, fear in her eyes, and uttered the words through gritted teeth.

In a sense, the owner of Jiude Mai is Lu Mingze.

That is, Lu Mingze, the one who chatted and haggled over a deal with Lu Mingfei.

"I met him once!"

Zhou Lan smiled gently, "He made a small mistake, but he's just a naughty kid after all. He'll be fine after a few days in jail!"

His tone was neither too light nor too heavy, but it felt like a landslide and a tsunami to Mai Shude.

The boss is no ordinary person; in fact, in her mind, the boss is almost omnipotent.

If he wanted it, he could have almost anything in the world—money, power, status—in an instant.

But such people disappeared without a trace.

Just because of what Zhou Lan mentioned... a small mistake? "No wonder he's been...out of contact lately!"

Jiu Demai looked terrified.

Zhou Lan asked, "He must have left behind many plans before he left?" Jiu De Mai nodded.

"About Lu Mingfei!"

Zhou Lan continued.

Mai Shude continued to nod; faced with this terrifying being before her, she had almost no way to lie.

The other person asked her with the answer already in mind.

"Very good, you are sincere towards the elders!"

Zhou Lan lightly swept her palm, "You're still useful!"

Mai Shude's vision blurred for a moment, and she realized she was flying close to the ground. Almost the next second, she plunged into the water.

When she opened her eyes again, she found Percy Gattuso lying half-dead beside her.

“Monster…” she murmured in disbelief.

cave.

Zhou Lan slowly turned around, gravity clearing away the remaining debris in the air, and he landed in front of the dark figure.

From beginning to end, since Zhou Lan appeared, she didn't move an inch.

Centered on the altar, an irresistible force enveloped Zhou Lan almost the instant she appeared, making even the slightest movement impossible.

She was not silent.

Instead, it simply couldn't move at all.

"Who...are you...?" The shadowy figure's voice was drawn out endlessly by the pull of gravity.

She was almost certain that the other party had discovered her identity.

He deliberately restrained himself and kept her until the end; he must have had his own purpose.

This terrifying being, known as the Elder, comes from another world.

"Xia Mi!"

Zhou Lan said.

"it's me!"

Xia Mi replied.

"Jörmungandr!"

Zhou Lan called her name again.

Xia Mi was silent.

She felt as if her whole body had become riddled with holes, and that Zhou Lan could see right through her with his calm and unwavering gaze.

Like a little squirrel trapped and roasted in the sun.

The man's gaze was utterly naked, piercing through everything, but the destination of his gaze was neither his own body nor his soul.

Rather, it's something more important.

Go find your brother!

Zhou Lan waved her hand, shattering the domain of the Word of Power and pushing her out of the ice cellar.

And so the world finally fell silent.

Zhou Lan finally had a moment to look at the skeleton in front of her, the dragon bones of the King of Bronze and Fire.

“Bronze and fire…” he murmured to himself.

It is not difficult to verify the authority involved.

Professional tasks should be left to professionals.

Coincidentally, there's a professional guy who should be pretty free right now.

As the image of that guy appeared in her mind, Zhou Lan's lips unconsciously curled up into a smile.

In the underground ice cellar of Kassel College, a ray of golden light suddenly appeared.

The golden portal opened instantly in the cave.

At the same time, the Holy Lord, who was lying in his super mansion, suddenly opened his eyes.

He looked at the golden portal that had suddenly appeared in front of him, from which a familiar aura wafted.

"Brother?" he called out into the room.

The echo drifted through the cave and reached Zhou Lan's ears.

He replied, "It's me!"

Chapter Sixty-Six: Borrowing a Wisp of Fire Demonic Energy

Zhou Lan floated out of the portal and landed in front of the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord quickly rose and dismissed the servants.

Zhou Lan had just left and then returned; she must have something to say to him.

“Brother?” he asked.

Zhou Lan reached out, using gravity to support the dragon skeleton of the King of Bronze and Fire, and slowly handed it to the Holy Lord.

He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Try it!"

A sudden realization flashed through the Holy Lord's mind; his premonition was correct. The feeling of being missed these past few days indeed came from his elder brother.

I never expected that even after they went to another world, they would still think of me.

They even had to open the gate halfway through to return and deliver some local specialties.

He nodded slightly, looking serious. A wisp of demonic fire energy instantly enveloped the withered bones, turning them into dust in the blink of an eye.

"How is it?" Zhou Lan asked, looking at him.

"It's very bland!"

The Holy Lord commented, "It's somewhat similar to my demonic energy, but its intensity is very low, so it's of no use to me right now!"

"How low?" Zhou Lan frowned slightly, as he needed to assess whether this power met the minimum standard he required.

"If it were during his lifetime, it would be considered a small tonic, but not much!"

Zhou Lan closed her eyes in thought.

The Holy Lord's implication was that the power and strength contained in these withered bones were somewhat low-level, but if it were a living Dragon King, it would be about the same.

After all, it still needs to be strengthened.

If the authority of the King of Bronze and Fire can be used as a tonic, then the authority of the King of Earth and Mountains must also be able to be used.

With this in mind, Zhou Lan felt much more at ease.

His brows relaxed slightly as he looked at his brother, a faint smile appearing on his face.

If Angers were here and saw Zhou Lan like this, he would definitely overturn his first impression of Zhou Lan.

He wasn't incapable of smiling, nor was he consistently indifferent.

Instead, we should look at who is standing in front of this elder.

As Zhou Lan gazed at the Holy Lord, a very interesting and delightful thought suddenly flashed through her mind.

"My brother!"

Zhou Lan said, "I need you to do me a favor!"

His words fell softly, and the Holy Lord instantly became excited.

In the blink of an eye, his aura surged, and his powerful presence swept across the land, causing the sky to change color.

“The gods are always here!” he said in a deep voice.

Zhou Lan smiled and pressed her palm down to signal him to calm down.

Judging from the Holy Lord's appearance, he would probably rush out immediately at my word, regardless of who was standing in front of him.

Zhou Lan said, "I need to borrow your demonic energy!"

"I see!"

The Holy Lord's aura instantly receded, and the world became clear, as if nothing had happened.

Immediately afterwards, he reached out his hand, and powerful fire demonic energy surged into a ball, instantly filling the entire courtyard.

Seemingly worried that this wasn't enough, he separated out a large clump and tentatively asked, "Is this... enough?" Looking at the enormous demonic energy before him, which resembled a small mountain, Zhou Lan's face showed a hint of helplessness, and he waved his hand, saying, "Too much!"