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

It's all coming to an end.

The demons will bring their chosen offerings here; their voices can already be heard in the rain not far away.

The king of the Japanese branch of the Snake Clan, Genjiro, knelt on the ground holding two swords, while his younger brother, Kazama Ruri, watched all this in despair.

next moment.

The Suzuki RG500 stormed into the heart of the area, and Herzog's smile froze.

The offerings have arrived, but they are dressed in wedding gowns.

"Everyone back off!" Lu Mingfei turned off the engine and stopped, his dragon-transformed body standing firmly in front of the Red Well.

In the rain.

Before the gods, he was like a pillar in the midst of a raging torrent.

He was dressed in a suit, covered in blood, protecting the white doves behind him. The burial site became a church for the wedding, and the guests took their seats early.

And this moment.

The man finally arrived at the battlefield with his bride.

Nothing in this world can stop a man with power.

Even so-called gods and conspirators who crawled out of their graves.

That's far from enough! Meanwhile...

Far in the heavens, the two demons stood silently apart from the world, exchanging a glance.

A qualified agent has been born.

Chapter Ninety-Six: Those Who Disobey Should Die!

The current king bears his destiny.

The ghosts that crawled out of the graves will be sent back to hell.

Whether it's the eight-headed monster or Herzog, who once survived in the snow.

Genji's eyes were moved as he silently gazed at Erii, his sister, who was dressed in a pure white wedding gown.

He had just fought a fierce battle with his younger brother, Kazama Ruri, and now both of them were at their last gasp, on the verge of death.

"Lu Mingfei..." he called out the name of the boy, no, the man, who had suddenly rushed into the Red Well.

Lu Mingfei slowly walked up to him and took the two legendary swords from his hands.

Spider Cutter and Child Cutter Yasutsuna.

His face was stained with blood, but the bloodstains were from the Dead Servants he had killed not long ago in Takamagahara.

With the twin blades in hand, fine dragon scales engulfed the hilts like a tide, spreading to the tips of the blades.

The dense scales trembled, emitting a buzzing sound, as if these two peerless swords had been given real life in his hands.

Lu Mingfei turned around and paused for a moment.

He said to Yuan Zhisheng, "Brother, you can't die here!"

Yuan Zhisheng felt the dragon blood in his body freeze for a moment.

Eri is his sister.

Not long ago, he had arranged a private plane for her to go to South Korea, but Lu Mingfei brought her back again.

He hadn't even started causing trouble for the other party yet! "I haven't agreed!"

He struggled to stay upright, panting.

"You have no choice!"

Lu Mingfei spoke calmly, then stepped toward Herzog, the schemer who had orchestrated everything behind the scenes.

Yuan Zhisheng suddenly felt a lump in his throat, and he turned his head to look at his younger sister.

The other person's gaze remained fixed solely on Lu Mingfei from beginning to end.

That expression, with her raised eyebrows, was like a fluttering butterfly, carrying the secret joy that a young girl couldn't hide.

It's like secretly reading a sweet romance novel during a serious class, trying hard to keep your lips pursed while a non-existent little tail keeps wagging.

He had never seen Erii like this before.

I've never seen Lu Mingfei like this before.

Holding two swords, his back view was as cold and iron-like.

Herzog quickly pulled out his invincible clapper; with just a light tap, everyone present except Lu Mingfei would lose their power.

This is a controller for mixed-race individuals who have undergone pontine transection surgery; he has always done it this way.

Lu Mingfei stared coldly at Herzog, his eyes reflecting the cold, metallic color of the rain.

He had seen this person before, not only in the Snake Clan, but also in a future timeline that Zhou Lan had shown him.

"Those who defy me shall die!" Lu Mingfei roared, channeling all the power he had gained from his dragon transformation into his entire body. He moved with astonishing speed, his two famous swords slicing through the rain.

A sharp glint of light flashed and disappeared in an instant; before the sound of the clapper could even ring out, his figure appeared behind Herzog.

Herzog lowered his head blankly.

He had never seen such a fast sword before. Even Inuyama He, one of the heads of the Snake Clan who possessed the ninth-level Setsatsu skill, could not catch up with such a cold and sharp sword.

The fastest blade can only be felt after the strike is complete.

The clapper in his hand split in two, and he himself was split in two as well.

With a thud, Herzog, broken in two, fell to the ground, his pupils wide open.

But the battle was not over.

Inside the red well, the eight-headed monster roared once more.

The Yamata no Orochi, a monster born from the Red Well in Japanese mythology.

Not long ago, it was captured after Kazama Ruri severed four of its heads.

Now it roars again, its lost body churning with flesh and blood, and its eight newly grown heads howling to the sky.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from all directions.

The demons of the Demon Clan poured into the Red Well. Herzog had brought most of the Demon Clan members here; having consumed divine blood and evolution potions, they had become true demons.

Lu Mingfei lightly shook the blade, removing the blood clinging to the tip.

The wedding of monsters must be paved with the blood of the rebels! He shot out like an arrow.

From all directions, above and below, cold and cruel blades flashed across the bodies of the Yamata no Orochi and the demons.

This is a beautiful dance.

Overhead, a full moon peeked out from the dense clouds, casting its light low.

The man danced alone under the moon, the gleaming blade flashing with ink-like blood. Lu Mingfei's figure flickered like a star, elusive and unpredictable.

The only thing he could see was the blood flowers blooming on the body of the Yamata no Orochi, and he personally planted each bright red spider lily on its body.

Eight heads fell to the ground one after another.

Dojigiri Yasutsuna plunged his sword into the belly of the rebellious creature, and Lu Mingfei roared as he slammed it into the abyss of the Red Well.

He was panting, his body hunched over, his suit blending into the twilight.

"It's not a god. The god is inside its body; it's a disgusting parasite!" Kazama Ruri, or rather, Genji, urgently reminded him.

When Lu Mingfei appeared, everyone saw hope.

He has enough power to change the world.

Lu Mingfei glanced at him, nodded slightly, planted the two famous swords into the ground, and slowly walked towards the Red Well.

Nobody knew what he was going to do except himself.

The scorching flames gathered in his already dragon-like mouth, and the Red Well burst forth with terrifying light and heat.

He lowered his head, and a massive pillar of fire descended from the sky, like the Sword of Damocles that would destroy everything, sentencing the disobedient to death.

The red well instantly boiled over.

This murky pot, mixed with mercury and serum, was bursting open under the unparalleled power of the flames, and was instantly pushed toward destruction.

The earth trembled, and the power of the dragon's explosion traveled into the earth's veins, with dazzling flames rising from the cracks in the ground.

In this world, neither demons, kings, nor so-called gods can survive under the authority granted by the Holy Lord.

Lu Mingfei personally filled all of this into the tomb of flames.

This is his responsibility, not only for himself, but also for his beliefs, to eliminate all rebellion as his agent.

He did it.

A surge of energy was about to explode underground, and he leaped back, looking nothing like someone who had just experienced a great battle.

He deftly carried Origami and Origami, tossing them toward the Suzuki RG500.

"Drive away!"

He commanded, his voice brooking no refusal.

Yuan Zhinv helped Yuan Zhisheng sit on the front seat of the motorcycle. He seemed to recall something and suddenly chuckled, "Brother, it seems it's my turn to take you this time!"

The engine roared, and Genji looked at Erii with concern. An explosion was about to happen here, but Lu Mingfei had given them the only motorcycle.

Yuan Zhinu welded the accelerator shut and rushed out of the heart of the territory.

A deafening explosion rang out behind them, and an irresistible force blew the entire Red Well away, the dazzling flames almost illuminating the dark clouds.

He looked back and saw a streak of light fly out from the flames of the explosion.

Lu Mingfei has wings growing from his ribs, and these ferocious dragon wings grant him extreme speed, allowing him to speed through the low sky.

He held his girl in his arms and chased after the motorcycle, cutting through the wind.

Unrestrained and carefree.

Like a shooting star.

Chapter Ninety-Seven: The Gourmet Era

Genji Heavy Industries.

In the antique-style reception room, a girl dressed as a shrine maiden skillfully brewed tea.

With nimble fingers, she lifted the teapot, poured the steaming tea into a cup, and gently pushed it toward the object in front of her.

After finishing all this, she quickly wrote something on the paper in front of her and handed it to Lu Mingfei, who was standing next to her.

"Thank you, Ms. Zhou Lan!"

Lu Mingfei spoke up.

Opposite him, Zhou Lan still looked the same as he knew.

Zhou Lan shook her head and said, "We've made a deal, haven't we? This is just part of the deal. You should thank yourself!"

Lu Mingfei's eyes trembled slightly.

He already knew that Zhou Lan did not exist in this world.

His power is beyond my comprehension; he was behind everything that happened in Tokyo yesterday.

Neither that motorcycle nor that song.

But no matter what the other party is, there is only one thing that will never change in Lu Mingfei's heart.

At the very least, he is an undeniably reliable adult male.

“You are my brother’s representative in this world, but a weak representative is useless!”

Zhou Lan smiled.

"I understand!"