The moment the marriage contract shattered.
The entire council hall seemed as though someone had pressed pause.
The scraps of paper had not even fully reached the floor, yet the air had already frozen to the extreme.
The Prison-Suppressing Sacred Land's side was dazed for an instant before erupting.
Everyone stared wide-eyed at the pile of marriage contract scraps that had become nothing but wastepaper on the ground, then at the black-robed figure. Their minds went blank.
"He tore it?!"
"He... he tore up the marriage contract?!"
"That was a marriage contract bearing the Dharma seals of both families' ancestors!"
Several young stewards instinctively rose to their feet, their throats tightening as even their breathing grew rapid.
That was not merely a sheet of paper.
It was karma, trust, and something that could make a sacred land bear eternal infamy.
Yet now, someone had torn it to pieces as if it were worthless scrap paper.
And the one who had torn it stood in the center of the hall, looking lazy and even somewhat impatient.
Chu Jiang casually tossed the shredded marriage contract onto the floor. As if he found it filthy, he dusted off his fingertips.
"Tsk, tsk."
That soft sound was piercingly clear amid the deathly silence.
The next moment.
The Nine Heavens Painting Palace finally snapped out of its shock and instantly exploded into uproar.
"How presumptuous!!"
An accompanying elder suddenly stepped forward, the spiritual radiance of the Painting Dao around him surging as his furious roar boomed like thunder:
"Who are you?! How dare you destroy my Painting Palace's marriage contract, destroy my Painting Palace's precious treasure, and insult the majesty of our Saint Son! Your crime deserves ten thousand deaths!"
"You're courting death!"
"Take him down!!"
Several Painting Palace cultivators stirred their auras at once.