The next second.
"Boom!"
A deafening roar echoed from Thunder Valley. A blinding mushroom cloud shot into the sky. The terrifying shockwave snapped towering trees around the valley in half.
This is Lin Feng "greeting".
"Bah!"
An enraged roar echoed from the depths of the valley. Immediately afterwards, hundreds of enormous figures soared into the air from the valley.
That was the ancient Thunderbird, resurrected through genetic modification.
Their wingspan exceeds thirty meters, their bodies are covered with metallic blue feathers, and the fleshy crests on their heads flash with blinding lightning. Every time they flap their wings, they stir up a gale, accompanied by rolling thunder.
Leading the pack was the "King of Thunderbirds," with a wingspan approaching forty meters. Its eyes were filled with savagery and fury. It locked onto the "Floating Throne" suspended in the air, let out a sharp cry, and led its kin, charging forward like a dark cloud descending from the sky.
They were incredibly fast; with each flap of their wings, countless thick bolts of lightning, like divine spears of punishment, shot down upon the throne.
However, these terrifying lightning bolts, powerful enough to instantly melt an old-fashioned battleship, were completely ineffective when they struck the thin, transparent energy shield, causing not a ripple whatsoever.
Lin Feng looked at the flock of birds that blotted out the sky, a pleased smile spreading across his face. This was the "game" he wanted.
He drew the bowstring again.
This time, instead of conjuring a single energy arrow, he simultaneously condensed hundreds of small, bee-like golden light arrows on the bowstring.
"go."
He said softly.
Hundreds of light arrows, as if they had come to life, drew graceful arcs in the air, precisely meeting each incoming thunderbird.
"Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!"
A series of muffled sounds exploded in the air.
Those once-arrogant thunderbirds, upon contact with the light arrow, were like punctured balloons; their massive bodies were vaporized in mid-air, leaving not a single feather or drop of blood behind.
In the blink of an eye, the once menacing flock of Thunderbirds was reduced to just the most powerful "King of Thunderbirds".
It let out a terrified cry. Its simple mind, dominated by wildness, finally realized what a terrifying being it had provoked.
It wanted to escape.
But Lin Feng clearly didn't intend to give it that chance.
"Interesting." Lin Feng stood up, and the energy longbow in his hand instantly transformed into a golden, domineering energy spear.
He took a step forward, directly stepping out of the energy shield's protective range and hovering a thousand meters in the air.
The wind whipped his clothes and black hair, making him look like a war god descended to earth.
"Come, let me see your magnanimity as a 'king'."
The Thunderbird King was intimidated by Lin Feng's imposing aura, but its ferocity was also fully unleashed. It let out a desperate roar, gathering all the electrical energy in its body into a destructive ball of lightning with a diameter of over ten meters, which it then violently shot towards Lin Feng.
Faced with an attack powerful enough to destroy a small city, Lin Feng simply casually thrust his long spear forward.
"Pop".
A soft sound.
The violent ball of lightning vanished silently the moment it touched the tip of the gun, like a soap bubble.
Utter despair was revealed in the eyes of the Thunderbird King.
Lin Feng's figure instantly magnified in its enormous pupils.
"Your life was a gift from me."
"Your death, naturally, should also be taken by me."
A cold voice resounded directly in the mind of the Thunderbird King.
The next second, golden energy pierced through its skull.
There was no bloodshed, no struggle. The Thunderbird King's massive body was being disintegrated and annihilated inch by inch by terrifying energy, starting from the inside out.
In the end, only a fist-sized, crackling cyan crystal core remained, which Lin Feng casually caught.
This is the essence of the Thunderbird King's energy, and it's also a great collectible.
Lin Feng returned to the floating throne and casually tossed the crystal core to a female guard behind him.
"Notify the Imperial Kitchen that the luncheon may begin," he said casually, as if he had just done something insignificant.
For him, the feat of a mortal slaying a god, which would have been recorded in mythological epics in the old era, was nothing more than a pastime.
The luncheon was held at the Crystal Lotus Palace, which sits atop a huge lake in the very center of the Yunmeng Great Marsh.
This is no ordinary building either. The entire palace was created by the Imperial Engineering Corps using "material recombination technology" to directly "grow" a giant, blooming, crystal-clear lotus flower from silicon crystals at the bottom of the lake.
Each petal of the lotus is an independent viewing platform. And the central lotus platform is the main banquet hall.
When Lin Feng's "Floating Throne" descended, the entire Crystal Lotus Palace emitted a soft, seven-colored light. Countless cranes and unicorns, composed of holographic projections, rose from the lake surface, circling and dancing around the palace, accompanied by celestial music, creating a dreamlike scene.
Lin Feng stepped down from the throne and onto the "rainbow bridge" made of pure energy that connected the platform and the lotus throne.
A lavish feast had already been prepared on the lotus platform.
There were no elaborate tables and chairs, only an enormous low couch made of warm jade covered in luminous moss. Around the couch, a stream murmured, and ornamental fish with butterfly wings from another planet swam in its waters. The air was filled with a specially made incense blended from hundreds of exotic cosmic flowers, designed to uplift the spirit.
From the Royal Orchestra—a group of exquisitely beautiful humanoid intelligent beings with four arms who can play two instruments simultaneously—are playing ethereal and beautiful music.
The "guests" at the banquet were one hundred "divine consorts" carefully selected by Lin Feng from his vast harem.
They came from different races: humans, elves, beast-eared girls, and even alien beauties with more peculiar forms, possessing tentacles or scales. But without exception, they all possessed breathtakingly beautiful faces and an absolute, soul-stirring worship and adoration for Lin Feng.
At this moment, they were dressed in the most magnificent attire, a fusion of the characteristics of their respective homeworld civilizations and the aesthetics of the Empire, like a hundred flowers blooming, adorning every corner of the banquet hall. Some were dancing gracefully, some were reciting poems, and some were fiddling with exquisite tea sets.
They weren't there to eat. They themselves were one of the most tempting "dishes" in this feast.
Upon seeing Lin Feng arrive, all the music, dancing, and conversation instantly stopped.
All the goddess consorts immediately knelt on the ground, and with the most graceful posture and the most devout tone, they said in unison: "Welcome Your Majesty the Emperor! May Your Majesty's glory shine for eternity!"
"Get up, everyone."
Lin Feng casually sat down on the low couch in the main seat. His voice was not loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Only then did the women dare to rise, but they still kept their heads down, not daring to look directly at the Heavenly Emperor's majesty. Only a few of the most favored ones were qualified to step forward and kneel beside Lin Feng, serving him food and pouring him wine.
The Imperial Chef, a "gourmet" whose body had been mechanically modified and who retained only his brain and sense of taste, personally stepped forward to introduce today's main dish to Lin Feng.
The "Deep Sea Crocodile" that Lin Feng had hunted was now perfectly cooked and served on a huge plate carved from ice crystals. Its skin had an enticing caramel color and exuded a rich, domineering aroma that blended the scent of meat with exotic spices.
The imperial chef carefully used a laser scalpel to cut off a piece of the most succulent "living flesh" from the back of the neck and respectfully presented it to Lin Feng.
"Your Majesty, this deep-sea dragon crocodile is an ancient remnant species. The bioenergy contained in its flesh and blood far surpasses that of ordinary creatures. I used antimatter microwaves to stimulate its flesh to its most perfect state at the atomic level. Please enjoy it."
Lin Feng used chopsticks made of "divine wood" to pick up the piece of meat. The meat was crystal clear, like the finest jade. When placed in his mouth, it melted instantly without even needing to be chewed, transforming into a warm and powerful torrent of energy that surged into his limbs and bones. The ultimate freshness and taste made any description seem pale and powerless.
"good."
Lin Feng nodded.
Upon receiving these two words of praise, the imperial chef trembled with excitement, as if he had received the highest honor in the world, and immediately knelt down to express his gratitude.
Meanwhile, the goddesses surrounding Lin Feng began to serve him other "dishes".
That's no ordinary food.
A glass of wine called "Star Tears," served in a luminous cup. It is the last drop of "planetary essence" extracted from the core of a dying gas giant, fermented over a century. Taking a sip is like tasting the billions of years of history of a planet from its birth to its destruction.
A plate of alien fruit called "Dragon's Roar," resembling a work of art. Its peel is naturally adorned with dragon-shaped patterns, and when cut open, the flesh emits a clear, melodious sound like a dragon's roar. Its flavor undergoes wondrous changes every moment.
Lin Feng savored the delicacies from all over the universe while enjoying the performances of the goddesses.
A fox-eared goddess performed the "Moon Prayer Dance," a tradition passed down through her race for tens of thousands of years. Her dance was naturally alluring, and her nine fluffy tails drew the most beautiful arcs in the air.
A blue-haired goddess from the Mermaid Clan sang an ancient song with her voice, a voice capable of traversing the stars. Her singing seemed to cleanse the soul, immersing the entire Crystal Lotus Palace in tranquility and peace.
Lin-Fan-Feng casually picked up a "Seven-Colored Glow Fruit" and fed it to the Han girl from the former Ming Dynasty's territory who was kneeling beside him.
The girl was flattered and her pretty face flushed. She carefully opened her cherry-like mouth and put the rare fruit, which was worth a fortune in any interstellar black market, into her mouth.
"How does it taste?" Lin Feng asked with great interest.
“Your Majesty…” the girl’s voice trembled slightly with excitement, “It’s so sweet…it’s so sweet it’s touched my heart. This is the most delicious thing I’ve ever tasted in my life.”
"Is that so?" Lin Feng smiled and pinched her delicate chin. "Then, what do you think of my taste?"
The girl's face instantly flushed crimson, as if it were about to bleed. She boldly raised her head, gazing intently at Lin Feng's breathtakingly handsome face, and uttered two words in a voice barely above a whisper:
"The...sweetest..."
Lin Feng burst into laughter, his laughter filled with the smugness and domineering nature of an emperor.
He liked this feeling.
This sense of absolute control, as if he had all the beauty in the world at his fingertips. Whether it be the rarest treasures of the universe or the most beautiful women, their sole purpose in existence was to please him.
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