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

At least he won't be as miserable as when Ximu was first released from prison.

Dark clouds gathered in the sky, thick and heavy like indissoluble black ink.

China and the Soviet Union stood tall in the air, their palms gathering thunder.

As soon as he was released from prison, he couldn't wait to summon the thunder and lightning.

Half the sky was shrouded in his shadow.

Zhou Lan looked up at the ceiling with a blank expression.

This guy didn't even say hello. Zhou Lan wanted to see what he was going to say and do next.

Dark clouds loomed over the city, while lightning bolts, like dragons, roamed the dark sky, seemingly poised to pounce and destroy the earth at any moment.

The Chinese and Soviet men stretched their necks and opened their arms.

“I’ve waited too long, far too long for this day…” he said angrily, “I’m finally free…”

"Whether it's the immortal gods, I can't find them now, but there's one guy I can't forget."

"Holy Lord!!!" His rage reached the heavens as he roared that name from his mouth.

On the ground, Zhou Lan held her forehead with her hand.

Sure enough, that day came.

"Who is calling me?" From afar, the Holy Lord's voice suddenly came, and a blazing red light pierced the sky, easily pushing aside the deep and dark clouds.

The figure of the Holy Lord appeared in the sky.

"Oh? So it's my brother. What brings you out here?" the Holy Lord said with a hint of sarcasm.

"Shouldn't I have come out? Or are you afraid?" Zhong Su's eyes were filled with lightning, which temporarily suppressed the crimson color.

"Other guys don't dare to mess with you, but that doesn't mean I'll back down. You've let us down too much."

China and the Soviet Union enumerated the "sins" of the Holy Lord.

Neither Zhou Lan nor the Holy Lord could refute this point.

Because that's how the Holy Lord was before.

“Afraid? Pshaw—” The Holy Lord couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

“My brother, the power you possess now is as weak as a child in front of me. This is the second biggest joke I’ve heard since I got out of prison.”

"I forgot to tell you, the first one is that last time there was a guy who stood in front of the three of us demons and said he would subdue evil. You are second only to him."

The Holy Lord was indeed skilled at talking people; with just a few words, he caused the thunder in the hearts of the Chinese and Soviet Union to tremble uncontrollably.

"Further words are useless. In a moment, you will call me master," Zhong Su said in a deep voice.

He stretched out his hand and pointed it straight to the sky. Heavenly thunder was triggered, and white lightning descended from the sky, pouring into his body, making it appear as if it were infinitely powerful.

The Holy Lord, however, remained calm and unhurried.

He wasn't lying. With his Nebula Body, he wasn't afraid of Zhong Su, who had just been released from prison, or even the Thunder Demon who had returned to his peak.

Not to mention that even if they were both at their peak, in a serious match, he didn't think China and the Soviet Union would be his match.

Not to mention now.

He's so versatile.

But clearly, neither China nor the Soviet Union knew this; he was completely consumed by anger.

His arrogance and his anger did not allow him to back down even a step.

He had already made up his mind while he was sinking into hell.

The first thing he did after being released from prison was to cause trouble for the Holy Lord.

He thought no one knew what he was thinking, but almost every demon knew.

Especially Zhou Lan.

At this moment, the Sino-Soviet decree of thunder, thick as mountains, rushed towards the Holy Lord in the distance, while the Holy Lord calmly released a pillar of fire to counter it.

He barely used any force.

"I really don't want to discourage you, but it's not because of you," the Holy Lord said with a smile, glancing at Zhou Lan as if by accident.

He knew Zhou Lan's personality.

The Holy Lord initially thought it best to just deal with it casually.

But it seems like the Sino-Soviet duo is serious.

Hey.

A sigh pierced through the thunder.

Thunder and flame, one on the left and one on the right, froze in mid-air as they were about to collide.

The Holy Lord showed no surprise, but Zhong Su was taken aback.

"Zhou Lan? Why!" he demanded sharply, lightning almost engulfing him completely. "Why are you protecting him?!"

In the distance, Zhou Lan looked utterly helpless.

With a gentle push, thunder and flames vanished in his palm.

Suddenly, an overwhelming aura erupted from his body as he pressed his palm down towards Zhong Su.

The once domineering Thunder Demon suddenly fell from the sky and was held in Zhou Lan's palm, helpless and at a loss.

Seeing this, the Holy Lord couldn't help but sneer, "Oh—it seems our Thunder Demon Lord has crashed."

Zhou Lan immediately glanced at him and slapped him down: "You be quiet too!"

The Holy Lord suddenly fell from the clouds and landed steadily on the ground.

"Tch, if it weren't for your brother's sake, you would have gotten a beating just now, Zhong Su." He muttered to himself, his face showing disdain.

In Zhou Lan's palm, Zhong Su suddenly felt incredibly small.

He looked up at Zhou Lan, glaring angrily.

"Zhou Lan! Release the restraints and let me fight him! Why are you protecting him? Do you have ulterior motives too?" Zhong Su said angrily.

"Let me go!" he tried to summon lightning, but nothing responded to him.

Zhou Lan was completely overwhelmed.

He temporarily sealed his hearing with magic and said coldly, "You are too noisy."

Chapter 407 Go sit at the same table as Thor!

Zhou Lan suddenly realized that what she had done was absolutely right.

This guy's words and actions are like a drum being pounded right next to his ear.

So much so that he now has absolutely no desire to listen to them talk.

The world is so big, but it can't possibly contain these two troublemakers.

Neither China nor the Soviet Union had any self-awareness, and the Holy Lord was particularly fond of provocation.

Both thunder and fire were equally fierce.

Even with such power, Zhou Lan really didn't have a good way to discipline the two of them, considering their brotherly bond.

We can't really let them fight a real match.

The Holy Lord is alright, but with Zhong Su's current volatile temper and irritable state, Zhou Lan is really afraid that he won't be able to beat him and will explode on the spot.

“Your mind is filled with pointless anger, my brother, and I must correct your mistakes.”

“Meaningless? No, every minute and second in hell is meaningful!” Zhong Su shouted in a deep voice.

"Even if I allow you to fight, what will the result be? No matter who wins or loses, it's not what I want to see."

"I will not lose," Zhong Su stubbornly insisted. "I still have demonic energy, and the power you all brought me. I will punish that bastard!"

“I now think my idea was right. You really should work on yourself. I don’t expect you to learn any virtues, but at least you have to get rid of the viciousness you developed in hell.”

Zhou Lan's words were irrefutable; he didn't listen to what Zhong and Su were saying at all, since they were all unpleasant to hear anyway.

"Therefore, I have decided to take back some of your power and send you to other places to gain experience until you can learn to control your arrogance and anger."

"No! I disagree, you can't do this!" Zhong Su's expression changed immediately, and he shouted in protest.

"You don't need to speak, since I can't hear what you're saying anyway. You just need to know that I'm informing you, not asking for your opinion."

"This is my decision. If you disagree, figure it out yourself." Zhou Lan made the final decision and stopped trying to communicate with him.

He clasped his hands together, and Zhong Su's figure gradually shrank, disappearing into his sleeve.

He then flashed and appeared before the Holy Lord.

The Holy Lord seemed startled. He had just been watching the show, and the smile on his face hadn't even faded after he learned what Zhou Lan was about to do when Zhou Lan appeared right in front of him.

The Holy Lord waved his hands repeatedly and hurriedly said, "I don't need any training. I'm perfectly fine. He provoked me first, but I wasn't even taking it seriously."

Faced with Zhou Lan's serious expression, the Holy Lord hurriedly put on his armor.

After forcibly silencing Zhong Su, Zhou Lan regained her hearing. Her slightly warning gaze swept over the Holy Lord, and she nodded slightly.

“He’s like a powder keg right now, and I don’t want your fire to actually set him off,” Zhou Lan said.

"Of course," the Holy Lord quickly assured him. "Brother, you know me. I don't play with fire, and I've never loved fighting or killing..."

The Fire Demon and Battle Maniac Saint Lord assured Zhou Lan in this way.

Zhou Lan shook her head helplessly.

He pointed to the door and floated inside.

The Holy Lord is alright; at least he is now exceptionally clear-headed. In the past, it would have been impossible to stop him.

But given the Sino-Soviet conflict, this was the only thing he could do.

After passing through the door, Zhou Lan returned to the world of Thor.

He reappeared in Asgard, the realm of the gods, before Odin.

In an instant, the "sleeping" Odin rose from the ground.

"Why are you back again?" Odin asked hastily.

He no longer has any worries about divine power or lifespan; the reason he's still lying in bed pretending to be asleep is simply because he has nothing else to do.

Anyway, he had already discussed all the issues with Zhou Lan, including the Asgardian realm, the frost giants of Jotunheim, and even the rebellious Loki, and decided to treat them as a test for his son, Thor.

Odin was puzzled. Hadn't they already discussed it? Why did they come back to this?

Could it be that Zhou Lan has changed her mind?

"It's nothing," Zhou Lan said calmly. "I think since taking one exam is the same as taking two, we might as well take them together."

"One piece? With whom?" Odin asked, confused.

"My younger brother."

"You brought him along too?" Odin was taken aback.

Zhou Lan nodded: "Like your son, this one is not someone to be trifled with."

Zhou Lan reached out from her sleeve and opened her palm.

In the palm of his hand, Zhong Su was in a daze.

Odin quickly looked over, paused for a moment, and then said, "Your brother... his appearance is indeed unlike that of an ordinary person."

"You've reminded me of something," Zhou Lan said, as if she had just realized something.

He rubbed his palms together, forcibly sealing the demonic true form of Zhong Su, and incidentally extracting most of its power.

Zhou Lan absorbed all the lightning-attribute magic power that came from the Rumble-Rumble Fruit and Fairy Tail.

At the same time, his lips moved slightly, and a thought entered the drowsy mind of the Sino-Soviet Union.

“I have sealed your power, and this seal also affects your appearance. Now you are no different from an ordinary person. When you truly understand, all of this will naturally be restored, and at that time you should become stronger than before and return to your original peak.”

After saying that, Zhou Lan flicked her finger.