Seeing that the fake Princeps was unwilling to bow his head, Wen Yang once again threw out his trump card. "You said that you are the real Princeps of the Empire. Well then, let me ask you, when was my wife and I married?"
The Princeps replied without hesitation, "23 years ago, on August 8th at 12: 28 noon."
He regretted it as soon as he finished answering, because he realized that Zhong Yalin's gaze had finally become fearful.
Wen Yang raised his head and laughed. "You think you can replace me, so you did a lot of research and preparation in advance. You are completely wrong. My wife and I had our wedding in secret in 24 years. We only decided to make it public the next year for the sake of the election. No one else knows about this except us."
This was the real Princeps' Achilles' heel, because this was the shared memory of Wen Yang and Zhong Yalin. To be precise, it was something that they both owned together. This was something that no third party could interfere with.
The Princeps gritted his teeth and said, "But so what?"
Wen Yang looked at him contemptuously. "Do you know that you are very pitiful?"
The Princeps sneered. "Is that so?"
Wen Yang said disdainfully, "I used to think that you were insidious, shrewd, and wise. I was wrong. You are simply a pitiful worm. You love someone, but you don't even dare to love her with your real face. You even pretend to be someone else. Where is your sense of existence?
Is this what you mean by truly loving her?
I think it's more like deceiving her. And your deception skills are not very good. Look at yourself. You don't look like the Princeps of the Empire at all. You are just a gigolo. Other than making women happy and being romantic, what else can you do?
You even have to cook to please a woman. Look at you. Do you still have any manliness left in you? "
"Shut up!" The Princeps finally stood up angrily. "You have no right to criticize my actions."
Wen Yang raised his head and laughed out loud. He laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears. "Hahaha, as the chosen one of the Imperial Planet, you were better than the others in every aspect, and you were always one step ahead of the others in everything. Logically speaking, in the future, you should be an all-powerful, extraordinary hero. But now?
Remember, you're 'Wen Yang', not Lin Fei. The ruler of the Empire is Wen Yang, and his wife is Zhong Yalin. You're just a clown hiding in the dark, just like how you pursued Yalin. You can't do anything, and you can't change anything. You want Yalin, but you have to use my identity. Who do you think you are?
What should I call you?
Brother Lin?
Senior?
The leader of the Hidden Front?
Or a pitiful worm?
If you have a little backbone, do you dare to tear off your disguise and reveal your true face? I bet Yalin will vomit when she sees you … "
There was no need for him to make a bet, because Zhong Yalin had already collapsed to the ground and was vomiting desperately. When she thought about how her husband, who had been with her day and night, was actually that despicable and crazy Lin Fei, and how she was pregnant with his child, she felt like vomiting her own soul out.
Wen Yang's words completely destroyed the Princeps' last line of psychological defense. He flew into a rage. "You … you bastard!"
"Hahaha!"
Wen Yang laughed. "Look at how weak you are. I don't even have to do anything, and you're the one who can't hold it in."
The Princeps' figure suddenly blurred, and he shot toward Zhong Yalin. His intention was obvious. He wanted to kidnap Zhong Yalin. The Princeps of the Empire and the leader of the Hidden Front were not as important as the woman he loved the most in his heart.
However, he was faster than someone else. Just as his fingers were about to touch Zhong Yalin, the long dining table next to them exploded with a bang. A powerful force came crashing down like a hammer. If he tried to kidnap her, he would be hit by this force first.
The Princeps rolled to the side, but the hammer-like force turned into a bright white light. He did not even have time to recognize this white light. He raised his palm to the sky to block.
At this time, he saw clearly that Ding Meng's pure white hand blade had struck his raised wrists. However, the hand blade itself had no attacking power. The true essence of the divine light spread all the way up his arms and directly rushed to his face.
The Princeps was shocked and jumped out of the window. When the stinging pain on his face disappeared, he realized that the Thousand Shadow Foil and the Demons' Disguise Technique on his face had been broken.
The night was still soft and beautiful, and the beach was still quiet. However, Wen Yang and the others had already followed him out.
The Princeps on the lawn had disappeared and was replaced by another person. He had thick eyebrows, big eyes, and a simple and honest face. There was a hint of rugged handsomeness in his maturity. He and Wen Yang's handsomeness were polar opposites. Wen Yang exuded an aura of elegance, while the Princeps gave off the feeling of a country bumpkin. From the aesthetic point of view of women, he was not very popular. This person was Wen Yang's old classmate — Lin Fei.
Ding Meng was the last person to come out. He was supporting Zhong Yalin. Lin Fei did not directly hurt her, but Lin Fei and Ding Meng's forces collided and hurt her slightly.
Ding Meng was supporting Zhong Yalin. He even injected a stream of energy into Zhong Yalin's undetectable lower abdomen. His purpose was simple. No matter how cruel and ruthless the outside world was, this unborn little life should not be affected.
Because of this small action, Zhong Yalin's previous hatred towards Ding Meng turned into gratitude. Ji Chenxue also nodded approvingly. "Mr. Ding Meng, not bad!"
At this moment, Wen Yang's aura suddenly became scorching hot and powerful. He coldly said, "You can't escape. When I came in, this subspace was already locked down by me. The main control system will only release it after eight hours. Right now, it is the Princeps' fixed daily resting time."
Lin Fei also coldly looked at him, his expression becoming savage. "I could take care of you three years ago, and I can still take care of you three years later!"
Wen Yang said, "Is that so?
Let me see what you've learned all these years as a senior brother. "
Qi Yuan and Mo Xiaoxiao also activated their Origin Energy. Just as they were about to take the initiative to attack, Ding Meng suddenly shouted, "Don't move!"
Qi Yuan was surprised. "Why?"
Ding Meng stared at the two people on the beach. "This is his own debt. It's better for him to settle it himself. After all, if he can't even take care of this Lin Fei, then he doesn't need to be the Empire's Princeps anymore."
The two of them still did not understand the deeper meaning of Ding Meng's words. Ji Chenxue could not help but say, "Mr. Ding Meng, you mean …"
Ding Meng mercilessly cut her off. "Yes …"
On the beach, the waves were like clouds. Wen Yang and Lin Fei stood at the peak of the clouds. At the same time, everyone was under the illusion that they were men who stood at the peak of the world. One for power, the other for love. Now, they were standing on opposite sides. Were power and love natural opposites?
In a daze, Wen Yang suddenly leapt up. What he used was actually Ding Meng's signature move, Carp Leaping Over the Dragon's Gate. Because he was so fast, not only was his hand distorted, but his entire body was distorted as well. He was the blade, and the blade was him.
The Grim Reaper's Scythe cut almost silently toward Lin Fei. Even Lin Fei did not dare to take such an attack head-on. He dodged into the sea and swung his hand back, sending a black curtain back.
Only Ding Meng could appreciate the essence of this kind of Demons' Cape. Ding Meng thought that the capes of Towering Sky Peak, Widow, and Gong Ping were already very strong, but he did not expect Lin Fei's level to be even higher. As soon as the cape appeared, it began to spin. Even the sea was cut open, creating a huge whirlpool.
Wen Yang's blade did not hit its target. He continued to move forward and hit the cape with his palm.
"Hualala — —"
Countless black stars scattered in all directions. This palm had shattered the cloak, shattered the waves, and even shattered the silver-white moonlight.
Seeing this, Ding Meng and Ji Chenxue's expressions became even more solemn.
Lin Fei obviously did not expect Wen Yang to be able to resist the power of the Demons. He only felt a shocking and terrifying wall pressing down on him, almost stopping the Origin in his body. At this moment, he realized that Wen Yang must have had a fortuitous encounter in the past three years and raised his strength to a new level.
Lin Fei gritted his teeth and his body shook violently. A Black Dragon baring its fangs and brandishing its claws shot out from his chest. After passing through the waves, it also collided head-on with his opponent.
"Boom!" There was an earth-shattering sound.
A terrifying explosion occurred on the surface of the sea. At that moment, the seawater seemed to have collapsed, revealing a deep pit with a diameter of 200 meters. Then, the seawater instantly closed up and burst out with a huge energy wave.
This energy wave completely flattened the beach, turned the coconut trees and grassland into a wasteland, and instantly destroyed the palace. Even the moonlight was covered up. It was as if sand and stones were flying everywhere, and the sun and moon were no longer shining.
Even Ding Meng and the others retreated. Qi Yuan and Mo Xiaoxiao could not open their eyes at all.
Right now, this picturesque paradise had really become a dark and gloomy graveyard of ruins. There was no paradise on earth. Everything was just Misty Dream Flowers. Perhaps the origin of this world was darkness and desolation.
After an unknown period of time, the collision of the two huge forces gradually subsided. Wen Yang and Lin Fei stood in the sea, facing each other. Neither of them moved.
However, Wen Yang was calm and composed, standing proudly. Lin Fei, on the other hand, had a hint of bewilderment in his eyes. With one look, he knew that Wen Yang had the upper hand.
"You …" Lin Fei pointed at Fang Xingjian, his voice filled with disbelief. "Why do you have the Black Wind Imprint?"
Wen Yang said coldly, "Do you still think that you're the boss of the Hidden Front?
You're not anymore! "
"Impossible, impossible …" Lin Fei seemed to have seen the most terrifying thing.
He gritted his teeth again and waved his palms in a circle. The seawater roared again. With Lin Fei as the center, a black warrior's image turned into mist and covered his body. This black warrior was about ten meters tall and held a huge black sword. Suddenly, it slashed toward Wen Yang.
Even Ding Meng had not seen this Demons' martial technique before. However, Ding Meng knew that this was definitely an extremely powerful move. He really could not imagine how Wen Yang would deal with the Demons' ultimate technique without the Divine Light Cloak.