My Wife Turns Out to be an Empress of the Dynasty

"Young Master of Styx River, show me everything you've got!"

"Let me see what the most talented genius of the River of Styx Sanctuary in the past ten thousand years can do!"

"By the way! I heard that you have a lowly origin, with both Abyssal Clan and Demon Clan blood in your veins, making you a genuine little mongrel. I wonder... have you developed the part of your bloodline that belongs to the Demon Clan?"

While observing the battle, Cheng Feng didn't forget to use words to unsettle Zhe Liang. Before this fight, he had thoroughly researched all the intelligence about Zhe Liang in the Underworld.

Zhe Liang possessed two types of bloodlines. His Abyssal Clan bloodline granted him the ability to produce a fire called Black Abyss Flame, which could incinerate anything and was powerful enough to potentially annihilate even an Imperial Realm expert.

The specifics of his Demon Clan bloodline were unknown, but its ability to coexist with such a potent Abyssal Clan bloodline suggested it was also extraordinary.

Despite feeling confident in his impending victory, Cheng Feng remained vigilant at all times. He kept a close watch on the changing situation, ready to deliver a fatal blow to Zhe Liang. He was also on guard, anticipating when Zhe Liang might use his mysterious Demon Clan bloodline abilities to counterattack.

Unfortunately, neither scenario occurred. Under the onslaught of the Saint Stage prisoners, Zhe Liang remained at ease. Utilizing his ghostly movements and speed far surpassing his peers, he steadily eliminated each enemy.

"This won't do!"

"I can't let this continue. I've heard this kid's techniques are bizarre, but I didn't expect him to be this difficult to deal with..."
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Cheng Feng frowned slightly. He had killed quite a few Saint Stage prisoners himself, which meant those prisoners hadn't fully recovered their strength. Initially, he had hoped to use these prisoners to drain Zhe Liang's power. But now he realized that the prisoners were unable to accomplish this.

"This is the depths of the Mandala Arena. With the influence of these gray mist prohibitions, even an Imperial Realm expert can't sense what's happening inside."

"In that case, I can let loose!"

"Please, Elder... grant me strength!"

With a roar, black, eerie lines covered Cheng Feng's body, and his aura began to surge. This aura far surpassed the Saint Stage, showing signs of reaching the first level of the Imperial Realm.

He gazed at Zhe Liang with a cruel glint in his eyes, as if looking at a dead man. The primary objective of the Dark Palace this time was to kill Zhe Liang. Eliminating the most promising talent of the River of Styx Sanctuary, someone who had a high chance of reaching the Divine Realm, would cripple the Sanctuary's future. This would pave the way for the Dark Palace's unstoppable growth.

"Imperial Realm Ghost Possession!"

Seeing this, Zhe Liang's brows furrowed slightly. He wasn't afraid, though; rather, there was a hint of excitement in his eyes. Borrowed power was still borrowed power. Since arriving in the Underworld, his cultivation had advanced rapidly, and few of his peers were his match.

Now, on the cusp of reaching the Imperial Realm from the Saint Stage peak, he welcomed the opportunity to face an opponent of the Imperial Realm.

Filled with battle intent, Zhe Liang's hands were enveloped in Black Abyss Flame as he gripped a black dagger. He raised the cold dagger and struck behind him.

Clang!

A crisp sound rang out, forcing Cheng Feng's hidden form to reveal itself.

"How did you detect me?!"

"You're only at the Saint Stage. How can you see through the Elder's shadow concealment technique?"

Cheng Feng's face twisted with displeasure, and a shadowy black face began to appear on his own. This was the ghost of the previous head of the Dark Palace. Although weakened, it was still a powerful Imperial Realm expert, and the strength it lent to Cheng Feng was not something a Saint Stage cultivator could withstand.

However, he hadn't expected Zhe Liang to be this powerful, able to resist even with the borrowed strength from the Elder.

"Die!"

In a fit of rage, Cheng Feng launched a frenzied attack. Even with the Elder's power, he couldn't fully suppress Zhe Liang. This meant that he had always been significantly weaker than Zhe Liang, something he couldn't accept.

What frustrated Cheng Feng the most was that even under such intense attacks, Zhe Liang showed no signs of defeat.

"Why?!"

"Why is it that a lowly being from the Lower Realm is stronger than me?!"

"Why did you steal the title of King of Dark Shadow that I had schemed for years to obtain in just ten years?!"

"Today! You must die!"

With bloodshot eyes, Cheng Feng, under the influence of the Dark Palace's Imperial Realm expert's possession, had his temperament exacerbated, becoming an extremely emotional madman. He had only one goal: to kill Zhe Liang.

"Please, Elder, seize this brat's soul sea immediately!"

Seeing that he couldn't take down Zhe Liang, Cheng Feng decided to let the old head of the Dark Palace's ghost possess Zhe Liang directly.

"Good, good!"

"You truly are the young master of my Dark Palace, with such determination!"

"When I am reborn, I will surely credit you with a great merit!"

The old head was delighted at this suggestion and quickly detached from Cheng Feng's body, rushing toward Zhe Liang at incredible speed. During the battle, he had also been amazed by Zhe Liang's talent. Faced with such an extraordinary physical vessel, how could he not be tempted? With such an exceptional body, he believed he might even return to his peak.

This sudden move caught Zhe Liang off guard. A powerful ghostly shadow rushed at him, and though he immediately used Black Abyss Flame to protect his consciousness, it was a bit too late. He managed to ignite part of the ghostly figure. The Black Abyss Flame began to burn, but the ghost quickly abandoned the burning part of its form and directly entered Zhe Liang's soul sea.

The process of possession began!

"Oh no!"

"Uncle Zhe Liang is in danger!"

At this moment, Gu Simu, using her Supreme Iris to observe the situation, realized something was wrong. She quickly activated the storage ring on her hand and took out a peculiar octopus-shaped disk.

Gu Simu placed the disk on the Mandala Arena's barrier. The disk, like an octopus, clung to the barrier, while she used her Supreme Iris to find a weak spot in the barrier.

"Not here."

"Not here either..."

"There! Qiqi, we can enter from there!"

A moment later, Gu Simu found the weak spot and lightly tapped the octopus disk. The octopus glanced at her, then extended its metallic tentacles in a seemingly impossible manner through the barrier.

"Qiqi!"

"We can get in from here. Let's go help Uncle Zhe Liang!"

Ignoring the surrounding barriers, Gu Simu entered the Mandala Arena from the identified weak spot.

"This...?!"

Gu Xiaoqi stood stunned. She never imagined that such a powerful barrier could be so easily bypassed by the young Gu Simu. She had heard that in the Mandala Arena, even gods and demons would struggle against its laws. Although she knew Gu Simu used a magical artifact given by their master to break part of the barrier, the method to find the weak spot was all Gu Simu's own doing.

Once a small demon lord, Gu Simu had grown so capable. Gu Xiaoqi marveled at the sight of the opening in the barrier, her beautiful eyes filled with amazement.