The Grand Assembly Hall was paralyzed in the aftermath of Lin Feng's bombastic entrance. The entire Dynasty establishment—Emperor, Ministers, and high-ranking Origin Kings—stared at the young man who had just shattered their most sacred structure.
Young Master Jian, a Second Level Origin King, was the first to recover. His face, usually composed in haughty disdain, was a mask of incandescent rage. His golden wedding robes were ruined by dust and flying stone.
"You miserable Outer Sect trash! You defied my father's order, destroyed the sacred ritual, and you reek of sewage!" Jian screamed, forgetting his dignity. He manifested his powerful Gold Domain—a dazzling, oppressive field of metallic sharpness that sought to crush Lin Feng.
Lin Feng stood calmly inside the Gold Domain's immense pressure, his own stable Six-Law Crucible easily neutralizing the threat. He merely brushed a speck of dirt from his shoulder.
"Ah, the groom," Lin Feng said, adopting the air of a highly bored nobleman. "I did try to warn you about the drainage, but alas, the bureaucracy here is dreadful. And for the record, I prefer the term 'Void Sovereign' to 'trash.' It has a better ring to it."
"You die now!" Jian roared, casting aside his broken dignity. He didn't bother with a technique; he launched a direct, Domain-amplified punch fueled by the brutal sharpness of his Gold Qi.
Lin Feng met the attack with ruthless calm. He didn't use all six elements. He simply infused his fist with a focused, destabilizing blast of Void-Earth Qi, countering the Gold Domain with its natural opposite.
BOOM!
The resulting clash was deafening. Lin Feng, though slightly lower in raw cultivation, used the elemental counter to great effect. Jian was thrown backward, clutching his arm, his expression now laced with shock—Lin Feng was not just an Origin King; he was a master of Laws.
Before the Dynasty's high-level guards—many of them Origin Kings themselves—could intervene, Su Wanying made her move.
She stood next to the shocked Emperor, her crimson wedding attire a beautiful, deadly contrast to her power. The despair that had held her captive vanished, replaced by a radiant, fierce resolve—the fury of the Ice Phoenix.
Wanying's power was unique: the Absolute Ice Spirit Physique granted her unparalleled control over the Law of Ice, transforming normal Water Qi into a terrifying, destructive force far purer than typical elemental mastery.
She focused her silvery eyes on the ground. A wave of bone-deep cold instantly radiated outward, covering the entire Assembly Hall. It wasn't just cold; it was Absolute Zero.
CRACK!
The granite floor, already cracked by Lin Feng, instantly fissured into a maze of deep, icy trenches. The immense cold was directed specifically at the Dynasty's guards, whose low-grade Fire and Earth Domains were immediately suppressed and frozen solid. The guards, including several Origin Kings, were encased from the knees down in thick, immovable crystalline ice.
"No one moves," Wanying stated, her voice crystalline and commanding, instantly seizing control of the hall's atmosphere. "This is a matter between my fiancé and this... Void Sovereign."
She glanced at Lin Feng, her silver eyes conveying immense love, relief, and a terrifying warning. Her unique power was her own; she was saving herself as much as she was helping him.
Xia Qingwu immediately grasped the tactical genius. "She's locked down the field, Feng! Only the powerful ones can move. We only fight Jian!"
Yin Xiu chose this moment to display her unique talent. Seeing the chaos, she manifested four perfect illusions of herself using her Shadow Arts, blending seamlessly into the frozen statues and confused Dynasty officials. Her goal was to steal a crucial artifact from the stunned Emperor.
Lin Feng turned his attention back to Jian, who was now being shielded by two high-ranking Dynasty Elders (Third and Fourth Level Origin Kings).
"Well, now the fight is fairer," Lin Feng said, ignoring the elders completely. He pointed a finger at Young Master Jian. "Listen, Jian. You want Wanying's hand, but you can't even hold your own artifact together. I, on the other hand, am here to take what's mine."
Jian, relying on his superior rank, finally understood the threat. "Take him down! Use the Dynasty Suppression Formation!"
The two elders immediately began channeling their Qi into the remaining intact runes on the hall's ceiling, attempting to activate the massive defensive array.
"Not happening," Lin Feng scoffed. He knew he couldn't break the formation quickly.
"Qingwu! Yin Xiu! Disrupt the formation anchors!"
Xia Qingwu, utilizing her mastered Blazing Phoenix Array, unleashed twin streams of searing, precise fire that shot toward the two elders, forcing them to break their concentration to defend. Her Fire Qi, infused with her independent spirit, was designed not just for destruction, but for perfect tactical disruption.
Yin Xiu, moving faster than perception, used her illusionary shadows to slip past the chaos and swipe the Imperial Seal—the core activation key for all Dynasty formations—directly from the stunned Emperor's hand. She vanished instantly, securing her value as the intelligence expert and the future owner of a very expensive artifact.
With the formation neutralized and the elders occupied, Lin Feng faced Jian alone.
"It's over, Jian. You lost before I entered the sewer," Lin Feng mocked. "Your power is clumsy; mine is perfect."
Lin Feng activated his full Six-Law Domain, pouring the stabilized energy into his fist. He mixed three antagonistic elements—Void, Fire, and Ice (borrowing the principle of Wanying's power)—into a single, unstable, annihilating punch.
Jian's Gold Domain could not withstand the internal conflict of the Void-Fire-Ice attack.
CRASH!
Lin Feng's punch connected. Jian screamed, not in pain, but in sheer terror, as his Origin Domain fractured. He was launched through the outer wall of the Grand Hall, a plume of dust and shattered golden armor marking his defeat.
Lin Feng didn't pursue. He walked calmly over the frozen floor and stood beside Su Wanying.
"Apologies for the late arrival, Wanying. I hope the service was brief," he said, offering her a disarmingly charming, arrogant smile.
Wanying, her silver eyes filled with tears of pure joy, reached out and took his hand. The contact was electric—the ice meeting the Void.
"The service is officially canceled," she whispered, her voice husky.
The silence was broken by the enraged shouts of the remaining, unfrozen Dynasty members. Lin Feng had defeated the heir, crippled the guards, and stolen the prize.
"We have what we came for," Lin Feng announced to his companions. "It's time for our next arrogant exit."