Chapter 789: The First Sword of Annihilation

The Great Chieftain was still trying to locate Dongbo Xueying’s true form, while Dongbo Xueying himself, through repeated clashes with the Second and Third Chieftains, gradually began to comprehend something profound. A sudden clarity dawned in his mind, granting him a clear understanding of the first stance of *The Thirteen Swords of Annihilation*.

This first stance of annihilation bore no trace of violence or bloodlust. Instead, it was breathtakingly beautiful, as if everything had been distilled into pure simplicity.

This extreme beauty intoxicated Dongbo Xueying. He could hardly believe that the killing principles within this stance were not inherently complex. Yet, like charcoal transformed into dazzling diamonds, the seemingly uncomplicated principles of slaughter had merged into something terrifying—the *First Sword of Annihilation*.

*This is the realm of Ancestor Tianyu. It is said that even the second stance of annihilation can be mastered by a Paragon, though only one in history has ever achieved it.* Dongbo Xueying mused silently. The Golden-Robed Disciples were all prodigies, yet even with supreme techniques laid before them, most could only master the first stance at the Paragon level. Yet Ancestor Tianyu had created a second stance surpassing even that—truly, there was always someone stronger.

**Thud.**

His spear spun and thrust forward. The rotation appeared slow, but it was an illusion—the strike was lightning-fast. The spear tip merely *tapped* the black-scaled monster’s chest, yet it instantly tore open a massive hole that rapidly expanded, devouring half its body before finally stopping. The black-scaled creature’s eyes filled with terror.

Meanwhile, the three-eyed, fur-covered humanoid was assaulted by two incarnations. The same spear technique—just a simple *tap*—left two gaping holes in its body, cold and dark, spreading relentlessly.

**”No!”** the three-eyed creature shrieked in horror. **”Big Brother, save me!”**

**”Help!”** The black-scaled Second Chieftain abandoned the fight, fleeing desperately.

Neither had expected that the incarnations they had been evenly matched against moments ago would suddenly surge in power, completely overwhelming them. A few more strikes, and they would perish.

**”What?!”** The Great Chieftain, who had been searching for Dongbo Xueying’s true form, was shocked. He teleported instantly. **”Stop!”**

**Thud.**

Another spear thrust.

The already grievously wounded three-eyed creature finally disintegrated entirely. In its dying moments, its eyes were filled with despair and disbelief—it had been slain by a mere Paragon, and just an incarnation at that! Yet it could rest in peace, for its killer was a Golden-Robed Disciple of the *Voidsky Palace*—and a Voidwalker at that!

The black-scaled monster, attacked by only one incarnation, was barely rescued by the Great Chieftain, who swiftly stored it in a pocket dimension. The moment it was saved, the creature exhaled in relief.

In midair, three identical black-clad youths surrounded the Great Chieftain.

The Great Chieftain’s dark-yellow eyes swept over the three incarnations, brimming with killing intent. **”I’ve heard of legendary Paragons who cultivate multiple systems, some even studying under Cosmic Gods. They can slay Void Gods despite being mere Paragons. But hearing is one thing—seeing is another. Today, I witness it firsthand. Just incarnations, yet they slay Void Gods. Impressive. Which faction do you hail from? Which of the Five Great Sacred Worlds?”**

**”Can’t you guess?”** Dongbo Xueying countered.

**”Your incarnations are physically weak, yet your spearplay is profound enough to unleash such power. You must be from the *Principle-Oblivion* system,”** the Great Chieftain deduced. **”Its founder perished long ago. The strongest now is the *Voidsky Palace* in the *Seven Seas Sacred World*. Are you from there? But why would a Paragon from the Seven Seas wander so far into the *Eastscale Sacred World*? Unless… I’m wrong. You’re not from *Voidsky Palace*—just a lucky inheritor of some powerful legacy?”**

Dongbo Xueying chuckled. **”You know quite a bit. I thought you were ignorant of the Five Sacred Worlds.”**

**”Leave. I’ll spare you,”** the Great Chieftain said coldly.

**”Leave? Spare me?”** Dongbo Xueying sneered. **”You can’t even find my true form. Don’t talk about sparing me—you can’t even kill these three incarnations.”**

The Great Chieftain’s expression darkened.

**”Prepare to die.”** Dongbo Xueying’s three incarnations struck simultaneously.

He would show no mercy.

Humiliated by this defeat and with the Third Chieftain slain, the Great Chieftain’s wrath would surely spill onto the innocent lives of this chaotic continent. Thus, Dongbo Xueying had to act—root and branch must be destroyed.

—

The battle erupted instantly.

The three incarnations moved through the Void World, surrounding the Great Chieftain as their spears lashed out relentlessly. The Great Chieftain finally unfurled his golden wings, transforming into a blur of lightning. His speed was terrifying, and the force of his wingbeats shook the battlefield. Each golden feather was as hard and sharp as a dagger. **Clang! Clang! Clang!**

Spear thrusts left only white marks on his wings—they could not pierce through.

**”His abdomen is weaker,”** Dongbo Xueying observed, coordinating the assault.

The Great Chieftain unleashed a domain, suppressing the surroundings while hurling bolts of cyan lightning. His wings and claws struck repeatedly, yet the three incarnations held their ground. His wings shielded his abdomen effortlessly.

**”He’s far stronger than the other two—speed, power, defense, all superior.”** Still, Dongbo Xueying remained calm.

Fortunately, this was a Devourer-type Void God, relying only on primal abilities.

A Principle-Oblivion Void God would wield a far deadlier domain, tailored to their expertise. Their combat methods would be far more esoteric.

Devourers were even cruder than the *Mothergods*.

Though he couldn’t wound the Great Chieftain yet, his incarnations were safe—the enemy’s attacks were too straightforward, easily deflected.

**”Damn it!”**

**”Why can’t I kill him? Not even his incarnations!”** The Great Chieftain grew frantic, unleashing wild assaults. Yet the three incarnations, though physically frail, wielded spears with such mastery that they effortlessly deflected lightning and dispersed wing strikes.

**Thud!**

A deep-purple spear, its shaft engraved with unassuming patterns that converged at the tip, gleamed with an eerie black light—*Bing Sha*.

The spear tip struck like a dragonfly skimming water, or a lover’s kiss, emerging from the void. The Great Chieftain sensed it and raised a wing to block—but the spear pierced through, impaling his abdomen and exiting his back.

Then, in an instant, the spear vanished.

As if it had never struck.

**”His true form!”** The Great Chieftain’s eyes bulged, his face contorted in fury as he whirled around—but found nothing.

**”Ah!”** The gaping hole in his wing and torso rapidly expanded, devouring his vitality. Panic set in—death loomed. **”I thought Principle-Oblivion cultivators excelled in rules, their true forms not much stronger than incarnations. How… how is this one so different?”**

Power rivaling an ordinary Void God!

The devastating force of *Bing Sha*!

Aided by a Void God weapon—reserved only for Golden-Robed Disciples—and combined with the *First Sword of Annihilation*, its might far surpassed that of an incarnation.

**”No!”**

He attempted to teleport away.

**Thud.**

But his instinctive spatial shift was no match for a Voidwalker at the 20th layer of the *Traveler’s Secret Code*. The spear struck again, then a third time without mercy.

Three strikes.

The fleeing Great Chieftain collapsed mid-flight, his body rapidly disintegrating. With disbelief, he turned his gaze to the distant void, where a white-robed youth now stood, holding the deep-purple spear. His eyes were icy, and the three incarnations around him dissipated.

**”Your true form… at last. Tell me… who are you?”** The Great Chieftain’s body crumbled, the erosion reaching his skull. Before he could finish, he was reduced to nothingness.

**”Dongbo Xueying. Golden-Robed Disciple of the *Voidsky Palace*.”**

His voice was soft.

But the Great Chieftain heard nothing.