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

All eyes were focused on a certain spot in the city.

Legend has it that the spinning wheels of the three Fates weave the threads of destiny, and these threads sometimes intertwine, entangled in the fates of all people.

Perhaps it was by chance, or perhaps it was due to external forces, but those threads of fate were ultimately intertwined.

All eyes were drawn to one place.

"The coming of the king needs witnesses!"

Inside the subway station, floating in the dark shadows, Zhou Lan spoke to the old man on her phone screen.

"So, you've already confirmed the location of the King of Earth and Mountains' resurgence? I see all the students running towards you!"

Angers took a sip of red wine; they were on a video call.

"That's right!"

Zhou Lan smiled.

Angers looked at his smiling face; if he remembered correctly, this was the first time the other man had smiled in front of him.

What could please the elder? “The king’s arrival requires a witness… Is it Lu Mingfei?” Angers asked.

Zhou Lan slightly raised the corners of her mouth, her figure flickering in and out of the flashing lights.

"Yes and no!"

He said subtly.

"So, what am I about to see? My student Lu Mingfei is about to transform into a real dragon and slaughter those false dragons. Is this what you said you would let me see?" He remembered Zhou Lan telling him about the real dragon, and that he would see it. So it could only be at this moment.

However, Zhou Lan simply smiled and said, "Yes and no!"

Angers was a little unsure of him; clearly, at this moment, he had no intention of playing with turtle soup with Zhou Lan.

The Dragon King is about to be resurrected, and he is the person he cares about most.

The video was still on, and the phone given to them by Angers was quietly floating in the air, moving with Zhou Lan's steps.

Logically speaking, the signal in the subway station should not be good, but the video signal did not fluctuate at all.

Now, all eligible spectators have entered the subway station.

This is Nibelungen, the mythical land of the dead, and also the kingdom of the Dragon King.

the other side.

Lu Mingfei watched as the train in front of him drove off the tracks.

He jumped off the platform, crossed the sleepers on the tracks in the direction the train was traveling, and walked forward.

When he realized that it was impossible to find Zhao Menghua with just a few shouts, it was already too late.

He can't go back.

As he explored the subway station, he felt as if he had stepped into the last century, and everything indicated that this was not the world he was in.

He had no choice but to keep going.

Perhaps there is another way.

He scrolled through his phone to find the friend whose profile picture was a dark purple full moon, and with trembling hands pressed the call button.

He hadn't held out much hope; the signal was bad here, and he was a penniless guy who hadn't paid his phone bill.

But the call went through unexpectedly.

"Teacher Zhou Lan, I'm trapped in the subway station! Help!" he shouted fearfully into his phone.

"Keep moving forward, Lu Mingfei!"

Zhou Lan's calm and elegant voice came from the other end of the phone.

"Go forward?" Lu Mingfei repeated.

"Have you forgotten that you possess power, or has your constant setbacks caused you to lose confidence? Also, I asked Angers for your number and paid your phone bill!"

Lu Mingfei gripped his phone tightly.

The other party seemed to have anticipated his current situation; the first impression of a reliable adult male was not just empty talk.

And he does indeed possess power.

But he always seemed to forget that he and Zhou Lan had already made a deal.

He just has some PTSD.

The price Lu Mingze paid for the deal was not low, while Zhou Lan's price was something called faith.

Although he can casually say things like, "What the hell is faith? It can't put food on the table."

But in times of crisis, he is always afraid.

Can he bear the price called faith?

The little devil always threatened him, saying that life, as the price to be paid, sounded so important.

The flame he received from Zhou Lan, however, was light and airy.

but.

Sometimes, the lightest thing is the one with the heaviest weight behind it.

He understands this.

Chapter Seventy-Four: The Curtain Rises

The audience has taken to the stage, and everyone is waiting for the show to begin.

Zhou Lan hung up Lu Mingfei's call and reconnected to the silent old man.

A grand feast is about to begin here, and all those who are qualified will be invited to take their seats and witness it together.

One does not fall.

As for him, the host of the banquet, it was not yet time for him to make his appearance.

subway station.

Chu Zihang hung at the back of the train, which should not have existed in this world, and finally stopped after traveling for a while.

He jumped off the train and walked deeper along the tracks.

With the seven deadly sins on his back, he has always been a loner.

He stopped and frowned when two somewhat familiar figures appeared in front of him.

"Caesar, Chen Motong?" he whispered.

The figure turned around, revealing Caesar's pensive face, tinged with surprise.

"So you've found your way here too, Chu Zihang!"

His tall figure stood in the center of the track, towering above the black coal slag covering the ground.

"It seems you already know where you are!"

"Nibelungen!"

Caesar whispered, "The legendary land of the dead, the domain of the Dragon King, is also the most dangerous place in the world!"

"That's right, we're all trapped here!"

Chu Zihang's voice was deep as he looked at Chen Motong.

It was as if an invisible hand had gathered everyone here, and no one could get out.

And why are Caesar and his girlfriend here? Is this some kind of wonderful adventure for the young nobleman and his girlfriend? His eyes trembled slightly as he asked, "Where is Xia Mi?" His voice echoed in the empty tunnel.

"Looks like you have someone you're worried about too?" Caesar chuckled softly.

"I'm here!" a soft voice rang out. Suddenly, the shadows not far away moved, and footsteps trotted along, revealing a girl wearing a bohemian-style dress.

Speak of the devil and he appears; Chu Zihang frowned.

“I went to the hotel to look for you, but the receptionist said you had left. I asked my way here!” Xia Mi smiled, her eyes slightly narrowed.

Now, apart from Lu Mingfei and that guy Fingel, both dragon-slaying teams are complete.

"It seems your team abandoned you, or did you abandon your team?" Caesar raised his chin.

The two dragon-slaying teams are also a contest between the Board of Directors and Angers.

His team, representing the Board of Trustees, clearly had the upper hand at this moment, as at least all three members were present.

Competing with Chu Zihang was one of the few things he was passionate about.

“Um…” Xia Mi suddenly raised her hand, “Captain, may I betray you?” She tried to ask, but before Caesar could respond, she quietly moved her feet and stood next to Chu Zihang.

Two to two.

Xia Mi stuck out her tongue, moved closer to Chu Zihang, and said with a hint of smugness, "After all, I was originally an undercover agent!" "As expected!"

Caesar's expression did not change.

His thoughts were all on Nono, who had no power of words and desperately needed his protection in the Nibelungen.

Nono, however, seemed somewhat indifferent.

There was only one reason she came here: a certain being called an elder had sent her a message, inviting her to watch a play here.

The play has an interesting title: "Shedding the Cocoon and Becoming a Dragon".

She has never been one to fear death.

They're here now.

But so far, it seems we haven't seen any sign of them.

As the two sides faced off, a mournful cry suddenly came from deep within the tracks, a sound that sounded incredibly familiar.

"Lu Mingfei!" The eyes of the group widened in shock.

"How did that guy get in too?" Nono asked anxiously.

But Chu Zihang suddenly started running, rushing headlong into the unknown depths.

"Wait for me!"

Xia Mi followed closely behind him.

At the far end of the track, Lu Mingfei landed on his backside, staring in fear at the thing that roamed freely before him like a giant snake.

That was the neck of Fenrir, the king of the earth and mountains.

Lu Mingfei braced himself on the ground with both hands and kept backing away.

Not long ago, he followed the track all the way to the end.

But at the end, there was nothing but a stone wall.

A bright yellow light, towering high above, fell in front of him, serving as the eyes of the reptile before him.

He confronted the Dragon King directly.

For a moment, Lu Mingfei was so shocked by the powerful sense of oppression that he dared not move.

All thoughts of power and cost were driven out of their minds by the fear of being killed at point-blank range.

In an instant, he returned to his familiar self.

A series of rapid footsteps sounded behind him, and almost instantly, intense flames rushed towards him from behind.

"Lu Mingfei, go to the back and hide!" Chu Zihang's voice boomed through the tunnel.

The moment this murderous bastard saw the Dragon King, he rushed forward without hesitation almost instantly.

The Word Spirit King's Flame erupted within the domain surrounding his body, this high-risk Word Spirit radiating its light and heat.

Behind her, a gust of wind lifted Xia Mi's body, and she floated in the air like a goddess descending to earth, with the Eye of the Wind King and Chu Zihang's Monarch Flame working together seamlessly.

The raging heat melted the coal slag and railway tracks into pure power, which, lifted by the Eye of the Wind King, blazed like a scorching sun and hurtled towards the Dragon King before him.

This is how it is between hybrids and dragons; without words, they are mortal enemies.

The light illuminated Lu Mingfei's face, allowing him to see the scene before him.