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

Angers paused, puzzled. "Why?" he asked. "Because it's afraid of me!"

After saying that, Zhou Lan disappeared from the principal's office.

Angers' gaze fell upon the seven deadly sins.

Before my eyes, these seven divine weapons had suddenly fallen silent.

Like an eggplant struck by frost, it remained obediently in its sheath, quiet as if it had never awakened.

Angers' gaze turned solemn as he reached out and dripped blood into his hand again.

A bloodthirsty weapon will surely reveal its sharpness again after absorbing blood.

But the moonlight gradually sank, and Angers waited for a long time.

The office was deathly still.

He could sense that the Seven Deadly Sins had awakened, just as before, several students roared, wanting its approval.

But right now, the living creature is cowering in fear.

Don't dare to make mistakes.

Unbeknownst to Angers, it appears to have suffered an extremely terrifying experience.

Chapter 71 Now, have you learned it?

Wanting the living beings of the Seven Deadly Sins to acknowledge Zhou Lan? That's putting the cart before the horse.

Only the strong have ever recognized the weak, and the Seven Deadly Sins, this so-called dragon-slaying treasure, is far from deserving that recognition.

The king of the earth and mountains has awakened.

Upon receiving the news, the college dispatched two teams.

One team consisted of Lu Mingfei, Fingel, and Chu Zihang, while the other team was led by Caesar Gattuso, with Xia Mi and Chen Motong as assistants.

Zhou Lan did not intend to get involved herself.

All he needs is power; he just needs to take it away when the time is right.

The rest can be left to Lu Mingfei, who has obtained the demonic energy of fire.

As an elder, one doesn't need to do everything personally every moment, let alone just a small dragon.

Lu Mingfei will know what to do.

Of course, more importantly, Zhou Lan was very much looking forward to seeing how far the Holy Lord's trace of demonic energy could go in this world.

However, before that, Angers delivered another message.

During his trip to the ice cellar, he completely exposed his identity to the spotlight, and Paci Gattuso had already reported his existence to the Gattuso family in detail.

Angers was eager to learn more about himself so that he would have more confidence when facing the Gattuso family.

After all, it was his own choice to make the deal with Zhou Lan.

From Chicago all the way to China, the young dragon-slaying heroes are about to raise their swords against the resurrected Dragon King.

Zhou Lan, on the same flight path as them, also boarded the same route.

The Gulfstream G550, named Sleibnir after Odin's eight-legged winged horse in Norse mythology, symbolizes its unparalleled speed.

This is Angers' personal vehicle, luxuriously modified throughout, every detail revealing the taste of this elegant old dragon slayer.

It must be said that after the deal was struck, Angers was indeed a very generous person. He was willing to provide all the resources he had, just to take revenge on the dragons.

Inside the cabin, Zhou Lan disregarded the luxurious seats, leather sofas, and high-end wine cabinets, leaving them quietly suspended in the air.

No worldly pleasures could arouse his interest in anything; the elder's gaze never fell upon such mundane things.

I sensed a faint energy breaking through Earth's gravity and rapidly approaching.

Zhou Lan opened her eyes.

It seems the Gattuso family's revenge has begun.

Sleibnir pierced through the clouds, a beam of fire trailing its wake towards the noisy private jet.

The attacker, three kilometers away, was piloting an F-16 Fighting Falcon fighter jet. Thirty seconds earlier, he had pressed the missile launch button toward Sleibnier.

Anyone who dares to challenge the authority of the Gattuso family will be met with thunderous retaliation.

The pilot reports from inside the cockpit.

"He was traveling in Angers's car. That Gulfstream G550 has no interception capabilities; at that distance, he would have been killed without a doubt!"

The person he was connecting with was a very important figure in Rome.

All movements within the academy are closely monitored by the other party. The plan began to be executed the moment Zhou Lan stepped onto Sleibnir.

"Angers spent a lot of money modifying that Gulfstream!"

A voice came from the other end, "Of course, this is the price he must pay for going against his family!"

"How is Percy doing?" There was a moment of silence on the other end of the conversation.

"He's completely ruined, like he's been run over by a steamroller, all his bones are broken, he's clinging to his last breath. That guy who collaborated with Angers is no ordinary person!"

The pilot's gaze pierced through the clouds, landing on the private jet that was about to crash.

"Even the first-generation species wouldn't survive a crash at this altitude. After all, even the King of Bronze and Fire couldn't withstand the power of the Storm Torpedo, could he?" The moment the missiles locked onto their target, the revenge was over.

Perhaps the power of the explosion could not completely kill him, the being known as the Elder, but at this moment Sleibnir was a full eleven thousand meters above the ground.

Falling from that height, unless the other person had wings, he couldn't think of any way to survive.

This is the price of defying the family; no one can escape it.

Even Angers wouldn't dare to go to such lengths.

The college principal really needs to be replaced.

The missile pierced through the clouds and headed straight for Sleibniz without hesitation.

"Damn it!" came a cry of alarm from Sleibnir's cockpit.

The scorching flames erupted instantly, illuminating the clouds below in a fiery red glow.

"mission completed!"

As the dot disappeared from the radar, the Fighting Falcon tilted its fuselage and headed toward its designated landing site.

"well done!"

A voice came from the other end of the call.

The war falcon, like a nimble fish, plunged into the clouds; it was just one of the insignificant resources controlled by the Gattuso family.

In this country, there's nothing you can't do if you're willing to spend the money.

The Gattuso family has no shortage of money.

The pilot sighed and prepared to leave.

The next second, his eyes, hidden inside his flight helmet, suddenly widened.

A figure cast a shadow on him through the windshield of the fighter jet.

He glanced at the radar subconsciously, but there was no reaction at all.

"Damn it, am I fucking dreaming?!" he exclaimed in horror.

"What's wrong? Report the situation!" came the inquiry over the phone.

"The target wasn't destroyed, it's reappeared!" "Where?" The pilot swallowed hard, hesitatingly looking at the human figure closely following him in the clouds beside the fighter jet.

“Outside the plane… no, he’s landed in the cabin… damn it, I must be dreaming!” The pilot glanced at the airspeed indicator instinctively.

Fourteen hundred kilometers per hour—that's his current speed. This is a supersonic aircraft, the absolute pinnacle of modern technology.

The sonic boom cloud clung to the outside of the machine like a battle skirt, and even the Dragon King himself couldn't keep up with its speed.

But the goal has been achieved.

Like a ghost in a dream, he clung tightly to the fuselage of the Fighting Falcon, his calm, watery eyes quietly scrutinizing him through the windshield.

This is absolutely something that no human could do, no, not even a dragon could do it.

But that's exactly what happened.

Zhou Lan's shadow loomed over the fighter jet, and the supersonic turbulence seemed to have no effect on him whatsoever.

He was dressed in a suit, and even his hair remained perfectly still.

He stood there outside the windshield, looking as relaxed as if he were taking a stroll on the cobblestone path after leaving the academy.

Zhou Lan reached out her hand, and the Fighting Falcon, which had undergone countless tests on the production line and was capable of handling modern air combat, suddenly began to tremble.

To the pilot's horrified gaze, the Fighting Falcon began to disintegrate.

How it is manufactured, assembled, and pieced together.

Now, the very idea of ​​returning to simplicity is being dismantled one by one by an invisible force.

It's like an educational toy on a table, easily disassembled into countless pieces.

But the fighter jet did not crash; the disassembled parts were breaking through the clouds at speeds exceeding 1,000 kilometers per hour, flying alongside it.

This bizarre scene left the pilot speechless with shock.

He was indeed unable to make a sound. Without the protection of the cockpit, he remained in the same position, firmly pressed against the ejection seat.

Hundreds and thousands of parts were eerily floating around him.

The fighter jet was dismantled, but he continued to fly.

An immense pressure descended upon his flesh and blood, his brain rapidly filled with blood, and his vision went dark.

The flesh beneath his skin churned, and tiny fragments cut fine gashes into his body.

The bright red blood was squeezed out and sprayed out, then spread backward in the wind, trailing a long and alluring arc. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful.

"Report the situation immediately! Report immediately..." came an urgent roar from the other end of the line.

The sound came from Rome, from the Gattuso family's luxurious office.

"Quiet, he's asleep!"

A strange yet elegant voice came from the other end of the call.

The office fell silent instantly, as if it were a dead zone.

Damn it, there wasn't even a sound on the other end of the call, it was as quiet as a basement.

If I hadn't known that the Fighting Falcon hadn't landed yet...

"Elder?" "Hello, Frost Gattuso!"

Zhou Lan's voice came from the other end of the call, sounding like a ghost.

"How did you do that?" Frost's voice was low and trembling slightly.

Zhou Lan didn't answer, but said calmly, "Look ahead, young man, I know where your home is!"

Frost stared blankly ahead; there was nothing there except the walls etched with intricate patterns.

next second.

A powerful tremor struck instantly, and a tremendous crisis descended in an instant. Frost felt as if he were sitting on a falling elevator.

The elevator plummeted from the tenth floor to the ground floor in an instant.

Did the sky collapse? No, it's a sinkhole.

The piercing alarm mingled with the dust, its clamor soaring straight into the sky.

The tremor came suddenly and disappeared in an instant.

In the midst of the noisy world, a whisper came from Frost's office. The voice was so penetrating and clear that it seemed to be right next to his ear.

He said.

“You seem to lack some necessary respect for elders…” “Now, have you learned it?”