I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 936. The Clothing Room
Old Dragon King? That title sounds familiar. Xia Feng's heart skipped a beat, and he quickly remembered.

Previously, after being resurrected from Evil River for the first time, he went to Sorrowful Hill Abyss with Burning Fox and encountered a terrifying Dragon King.

The fox called him the Old Dragon King.

So He was Saint Qingbo'er, Xia Feng thought in surprise.

But now is not the time to think about that.

The myriad phenomena of the universe have been suppressed and broken by the Old Dragon King's Creation Attribute Robe. What should we do?
"Clap clap clap—" The sound of orderly footsteps rang out.

A large number of military personnel are approaching this warship.

If the Great Sin discovers his existence, everything will be over.

Huang Zhaoyue remained expressionless, disregarding everything else, and pulled Xia Feng's arm, "Come with me!"

The two arrived at Huang Zhaoyue's rest room on the warship. The officers moved very quickly and soon took over the entire warship.

Several high-ranking officials searched for the Empress's whereabouts with suspicion, and soon followed her to the outside of the lounge.

Xia Feng was simultaneously pulled into the narrow changing room by Huang Zhaoyue.

It's a changing room again. He and Miss Mu seemed to have hidden in places like this before when they were trying to escape capture.
The woman's hot breath brushed against his neck, sending shivers down Xia Feng's spine. The resistance in his blood made him frown, his mind filled with doubt. "What are you doing? You don't think they won't find me by hiding here, do you?"

"Tap-tap-tap" Just then, the sound of unhurried footsteps rang out. Xia Feng activated his Deconstruction Eye and looked towards the corridor outside the door.

Six men and women, dressed in black military overcoats and wearing military caps with the insignia of the tree of iniquity, stood on either side, bowing respectfully.

One of the highest-ranking officers walked slowly to the door, his pocket watch clicking and lighting up with a pale golden glow, and a humanoid phantom materialized in front of the door.

The humanoid figure was a young man with half a horn on his head. He had a handsome face, but his skin was deathly pale. He smiled and twirled a folding fan in his hand.

"Zhaoyue, where is my Zhaoyue sister~"

However, as soon as he appeared, his subtle refined demeanor vanished with an excited, childlike shout.

"Sir, Her Highness the Imperial Concubine should be inside." The officer bowed respectfully and replied.

"Inside the house?" The young man with the folding fan looked at the door, his expression becoming increasingly excited, and reached out to push the door open and enter.

But he found a restriction on the door. He turned his head and said coldly, "Where's your permission? Open the door!"

The officer quickly stepped forward and whispered, "Sir, Her Highness the Imperial Concubine may be resting or changing clothes. It would be inappropriate to force our way in like this."

"Huh?" Huang Shikai was stunned for a moment, then turned around, his sinister emotion undisguised. "What did you say?"

A strange pressure field silently slammed down around the surrendered officer, causing his knees to crack. The officer's cultivation level was clearly much higher than Huang Shikai's, yet he was unable to move. He lowered his head expressionlessly and said no more.

The young man with the folding fan continued to stare coldly at him: "What's wrong with me entering my wife's resting room?"

The officer nodded and said calmly, "If you are not afraid of Her Highness the Empress's wrath and killing intent, then there is no problem."

Huang Shikai narrowed his eyes slightly. In the past, he would not have dared to be so audacious, because if he offended Huang Zhaoyue in the slightest, Huang Zhaoyue would really dare to kill him.

Although he could not be killed, he was tormented and burned to death time and time again by the hellish power of the abyss. He had experienced that kind of pain and despair once, and dared not experience it even once more.

That was the first time he saw Huang Zhaoyue. Her stunning beauty made him fall in love instantly. At the same time, he couldn't help but be tempted and made a few teasing remarks. Then, this easily angered woman used her Abyss Field to send him to hell. The feeling of despair is still unforgettable.

But, hehe~ things are different now!
The Emperor no longer allowed this wretched woman to run rampant, and his proud and arrogant wife could no longer shut him out as before!

"Open the door," he commanded again. The officer nodded respectfully, expressionless, and this time said nothing more before stepping forward.

In the changing room, Xia Feng was pressed against the door by Huang Zhaoyue's alluring body. He was momentarily stunned. The cold and beautiful face in front of him was slightly raised, revealing her smooth and snowy neck. Her fox-gray vertical pupils looked down at him and she commanded indifferently, "No time to explain, bite me."

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Xia Feng frowned, but seeing that she seemed to have a solution, he didn't say anything more and lowered his head to bite her side of the neck.

He clearly sensed that the smooth skin instantly rippled with a ring of trembling lines, and the two sexy collarbones below, shaped like crescent moons, rose up.

"..." Huang Zhaoyue's fox-gray vertical pupils drooped slightly, and behind her ears and neck, amidst the subtle crimson, even more terrifying blue veins and dragon scales were faintly visible.

Her face was expressionless, her gaze indifferent, revealing no emotion whatsoever, not even disgust. She calmly said:
"The Myriad Manifestations is the original spirit garment created by Vosloda. Although Vosloda and Saint Qingboer are both Dragon King level, at the same level, Vosloda's rank is still not as high as that of the old Dragon King, and his abilities are restrained by the old Dragon King. Therefore, the only way to make the Myriad Manifestations useful again is to raise the rank of this spirit garment."

A flood of inherited information rushed into Xia Feng's mind.

"This is my improved and optimized version of the myriad phenomena, which is now engraved in my blood. It can not only change its own form at will, but also change the form of others."

【Dragon Raja: The Myriad Realms (Optimized Version)】

【The myriad forms and transformations of all things】

[Genealogy: Vozroda, the Dragon of All Things]

[Secondary Creation: Huang Zhaoyue]

[Function 1: You can consume spiritual particles to transform into any object you touch, including living and non-living things. Those below S-rank detection-type spiritual artifacts/spiritual garments cannot detect your true form.]

【Function 2 (Optimized): You can consume spirit particles to transform anything possessing your dragon spirit blood into any object you have touched, including living and non-living entities. The transformation speed depends on the amount of your dragon spirit blood present in the target.】

Goodness, this ability is quite impressive. The abyssal dragon spirit blood that flowed into his lips and teeth entered his stomach and quickly merged with his soul.

Xia Feng attempted to absorb the dragon spirit blood to obtain the improved version of the Myriad Manifestations inheritance.

Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he could not sense any enlightenment.

He frowned and began to subconsciously inhale deeply, trying to absorb more dragon spirit blood to see if he could inherit it.

"!" Huang Zhaoyue's delicate eyebrows furrowed completely, and she forced back a groan. Her cold and beautiful face tightened, but she still took half a step back. Xia Feng followed and took half a step forward.

She realized what Xia Feng wanted and said coldly, "Give up, unless you abandon the Pale Bloodline and turn to believe in me, becoming my saint. Otherwise, you will never obtain the inheritance of this bloodline."

"Of course, if you are willing to abandon the pale and become my saint, I will treat you well. How about it, do you want to transform your bloodline?"

Xia Feng: "."

Dream on! Xia Feng stopped smoking.

"Bang—!" Just then, the door to the lounge was kicked open, and the young man with the folding fan slowly walked in.

In the dimly lit changing room, Huang Zhaoyue's fox-gray vertical pupils were slightly cold. She pressed down on the black hair of the man in her arms, her swan-like neck on her collarbone slightly raised, and calmly commanded, "Don't stop."

The speed at which Xia Feng transforms back into a black cat depends on the amount of dragon spirit blood he possesses.

At the current rate, it will still be difficult to turn Xia Feng into a black cat before Huang Shikai opens the door.

"Click—" Huang Shikai closed his folding fan, and as if sensing something, he suddenly turned his head and looked in the direction of the curtain door of the changing room with a puzzled expression.

(End of this chapter)