The Great Chaos Void True Force, combined with “Chaos Void Crush,” naturally produced an extraordinary effect. The condensed array-formed lifeforms, the “black-clad figures,” were continuously destroyed. Only after annihilating over thirty of them did Dongbo Xueying encounter an opponent capable of exchanging more than a few moves with him.
“Now this is interesting.” Dongbo Xueying engaged in a thrilling battle with a black-clad figure that had transformed into lightning. This lightning-clad warrior wielded twin spears, moving at speeds far surpassing Dongbo Xueying’s, each strike enveloping him in a relentless assault.
Extremely fast!
Though Dongbo Xueying couldn’t match his opponent’s speed, he countered with sweeping and whipping strikes of his spear. Each swing covered a vast area, making it difficult for the lightning-clad figure to evade—especially since Dongbo Xueying’s spear techniques generated a terrifying gravitational pull, causing the very world to collapse around them. Whether hiding in the Void World or the Shadow World, the collapse was inescapable.
The Chaos Void was one of the ultimate forms of the universe, and Dongbo Xueying’s “Chaos Void Crush” technique already bore a trace of its essence.
A mere graze from his spear would cause weaker opponents to explode instantly, while even the more resilient would suffer severe injuries, succumbing in two or three strikes.
“It’s getting harder.” His Void World avatar fought desperately against a black-clad figure with formidable defenses, exchanging over a dozen blows without managing to kill the enemy. Meanwhile, his true body focused on eliminating other opponents he could counter.
“The ranking battle isn’t too difficult yet. After all, at most, only ten opponents can engage me at any given time, and their strength increases gradually,” Dongbo Xueying mused silently. “For me, this is a rare opportunity for refinement.”
Dongbo Xueying immersed himself completely in his spear techniques.
He relied almost entirely on a single move—”Chaos Void Crush”—a secret skill he relentlessly honed to its utmost limit.
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In the dark wilderness…
“Swish, swish, swish—”
Zang Xiao, his face marred by two scars—ugly marks he deliberately retained despite being a deity—moved like a phantom across the desolate plain. His twin blades flashed with eerie crimson light as he vanished and reappeared at will, striking down black-clad figures like wheat before a scythe.
The howling, piercing sound of his blades filled the air.
Zang Xiao’s killing speed was unmatched, especially after activating his secret technique. His ruthless efficiency surpassed even Dongbo Xueying and His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain.
His cold, emotionless eyes gleamed as he unleashed his pure, slaughter-oriented blade techniques.
“Clang! Clang!”
Weapons clashed, Zang Xiao flickered, and another black-clad figure fell to his sinister blade.
“Obstacles are appearing now,” Zang Xiao realized, yet his strikes remained merciless.
Gradually…
The black-clad figures grew stronger—first one with exceptional defenses tangled with him, then another with superior speed matched his movements.
Soon, the enemies became increasingly difficult to kill.
“Thud.”
A sword slashed across Zang Xiao’s body, sending blood flying.
“Surrender!” His icy voice betrayed no emotion as he declared loudly. Ruthless to his foes, he was equally ruthless to himself. He had long set a rule: surrender at the first injury, no matter how minor.
Whoosh.
A force enveloped him, and he was swiftly transported out of the scroll world.
“Hmm?” Expelled into midair, he gazed up at the massive scroll above and the occasional deity being ejected beside him.
In terms of endurance, Zang Xiao hadn’t lasted exceptionally long. But he was confident—his killing speed was unparalleled, likely ten times faster than an average deity in the same timeframe.
Swoosh.
He descended calmly, utterly self-assured.
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“Zang Xiao has surrendered.” Those on the high platform watched closely. A Divine Court Envoy remarked, “Though he withdrew early, his killing speed was truly astonishing. Once he activated his secret technique, he far outpaced Dongbo and His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain. Despite being the first to concede, his kill count far exceeds theirs.”
“That’s debatable. Look at Dongbo—he’s slaughtering at an incredible rate,” Lord White Sand interjected.
They could clearly see Dongbo Xueying wielding the Great Chaos Void True Force, wreaking havoc—though his pace was slowing.
“His strength is immense—a pure power-based Divine Lord-level secret art,” praised Qin Junzhu. “His technique complements his power well, but he’s hitting a bottleneck now. His strength can’t increase further, and his technique, though formidable, is nearing its limit.”
“He’s slowing down. He’ll likely end up slightly behind Zang Xiao,” agreed Venomous Ying. “But His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain is truly exceptional—he hasn’t even reached his limit yet.”
“Indeed,” Qin Junzhu concurred.
“That youngster’s swordsmanship is not only swift but exquisitely refined,” Lord An Hai mused with a smile. “In pure striking speed, he surpasses both Dongbo and Zang Xiao. But his swordplay is more flawless—killing in a single stroke when possible, or ensnaring foes in a relentless barrage of ten or eight strikes if needed. His sword technique even forms its own domain… A truly perfect combat art. In my view, he surpasses even Zang Xiao. Ah, I’m getting old—I misjudged this time. I’ll lose the bet.”
“Hahaha!” The Snowpeak Monarch laughed heartily. “My youngest daughter has always pursued perfection. If she can kill with a sliver of power, she won’t expend a drop more.”
“She possesses multiple Divine Lord-level secret arts yet refrains from using them hastily,” Lord An Hai added, shaking his head.
“Impressive.”
“Truly impressive.”
Gradually, the observers recognized the Seventh Plum Rain’s brilliance.
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His Highness the Seventh Plum Rain’s killing speed wasn’t as explosively violent as Dongbo Xueying’s, nor as ruthlessly efficient as Zang Xiao’s.
Yet his swordsmanship exuded perfection—so flawless that even the third-level Divine Lords found no weakness. No matter how resilient the enemy, the Seventh Plum Rain had a solution.
One by one, they fell.
When truly stumped, he simply switched to another Divine Lord-level secret art.
Indeed.
His Highness possessed multiple such arts—from their observations, at least four, far surpassing Zang Xiao.
He continued his relentless harvest, calm and composed.
For him, wielding his sword was pure enjoyment—a sublime pleasure.
Gradually…
As Dongbo Xueying’s spear techniques faltered and his slaughter slowed, the Seventh Plum Rain surpassed him—and eventually even Zang Xiao’s achievements.
“You said his talent rivals your eldest daughter’s—that’s no exaggeration,” Lord An Hai remarked, glancing at the colossal scroll above before turning to the Snowpeak Monarch. “You old fox, you really know how to raise children. How did you train this youngest one?”
“Hahaha!” The Snowpeak Monarch chuckled. “I only hope to see him reach the third-level Divine Lord realm. Then, even if I seal my memories and reincarnate, I’ll have no regrets.”
“Snowpeak, how much longer can you hold on?” Lord An Hai transmitted silently.
“Hold on? I spend most of my time in time-accelerated pocket realms,” the Snowpeak Monarch replied privately. “Sigh… Old Dragon, I dare not reincarnate yet. I’ve lived too long, entangled in too many grudges. I’ll delay until the last possible moment—only when I can’t endure any longer will I seal my memories and take the plunge.”
Reincarnating with sealed memories was perilous.
Awakening upon becoming a deity was ideal, but dying as a mortal—soul extinguished before even cultivating—meant true death.
Countless ancient Divine Lords who chose this path vanished without a trace. Without memories, one might be born a slave, denied even basic cultivation methods. Or worse—captured by mages for soul experiments, annihilated entirely. Such risks were all too real.
“I envy you, Old Dragon. Born a mystical beast, your detached nature makes it easier to retain your true self,” the Snowpeak Monarch transmitted.
“Without transcending the River of Time, breaking free from its shackles, there is no true immortality,” Lord An Hai replied.
The two old-timers, having lived eons, shared a profound understanding.
“If I perish, forget the rest—but please watch over my daughters when you can,” the Snowpeak Monarch requested silently.
“If I can help, I will. Besides, your daughter will likely become a disciple of a mighty figure this time,” Lord An Hai assured, then looked up. “Brother Snowpeak, your youngest has emerged.”
The Snowpeak Monarch raised his head, spotting the Seventh Plum Rain being expelled from the scroll.
Still clad in pristine white, His Highness bore only faint traces of blood on his palms—vanishing instantly as he descended gracefully.
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