Chapter 1074: The Ultimate Imperial Clan, the Demon Origin Clan, Mahoroba
The amplification of the Fourth Supreme Technique, combined with the power of Genesis and Divine Light.
... and the power of the Shenqi War Halberd itself.
Even with the blessing of the Evil God Armor, he unleashed the ultimate move, the Evil God Technique.
Even in such a clash, he was still utterly outmatched.
A terrifying force of tremors sweeps across the land.
The condensed Extermination Divine Spear was directly obliterated by the God-Weeping War Halberd, turning into a myriad of glittering lights.
Then the halberd's momentum remained undiminished, slashing toward Naraku!
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He hastily deployed his defensive techniques.

Deep purple malevolent energy coalesced into a barrier before him.

Bang!
The God-Weeping War Spear once again cleaved through the barrier.
However, its power has also been weakened somewhat.
Then the blade hacked heavily against the armor of the evil god.
Brilliant sparks erupted.
The sound of metal clashing was like the jingling of swords and shields, as if it were the celestial forge reverberating through the heavens. It was deafening, piercing eardrums.
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But the God's Weeping Halberd did not cleave through the Evil God's armor.
The armor of the Evil God, once a forbidden weapon of the eight-headed serpent demon.
Being of the same level as the Divine Weeping Halberd, a world-destroying forbidden weapon, it's naturally impossible to be so fragile.
"I told you, Yu Xiaoyao, if you want to kill me, it's not that simple!"

Clad in the armor of a demon god, he was even impervious to the attacks of lesser celestial beings.
"Just a turtle shell, and you're so confident?"
Jun Xiaoyao remained expressionless and continued his attack.
Naraka was completely on the defensive.
Although the Tears of the Gods spear could not cleave through the armor of the Evil God.
But that force of recoil was unavoidable.
Rin's chest heaved with a surge of energy, her blood boiling. Her ribs felt as if they were shattered.
Finally, under Jun Xiaoyao's relentless and airtight offensive.
NLR's figure was directly blasted away, spitting blood and shattered organs.
He plummeted like a cannonball toward a distant island.
That island was smashed and shattered by the very forces of hell itself.
"Damn, Yu Xiaoyao!"
Flames of purple erupted from the Netherworld's eyes.
Though protected by the armor of the evil god, he wouldn't be killed by Jun Xiaoyao.
But to be crushed like this, was also unacceptable to him.
Just as he was in the abyss, about to unleash the ultimate technique of the Demonic God Scripture and battle Jun Xiaoyao once more.
A soft voice spoke.
"Gentlemen, let us cease hostilities for now."
At the sound, everyone turned to look.
In the distance, through the fog, a small boat came drifting.
An old man with a straw hat and wooden oar was rowing a boat.
Another figure appeared, a handsome young man.
A pair of eyes, jet black with no whites, looked both alluring and eerie.
All present felt, from that young man, a dark aura of kinship.
"It seems you're the last king to appear."
Jun Xiaoyao temporarily stopped, sheathing the Shen Chi War Halberd.
"The First King."
The young man glanced at Jun Xiaoyao, then looked at Nai Luo in the distance who was rather embarrassed.
"Could you be the Demon King, Umbra?"
The young man tilted his head slightly, his expression also a touch strange.
This Dark Lord seems to have been taught a lesson by the First King.
"That's right."
Nalo said, his body surging with demonic energy as his wounds rapidly healed.
His expression was also a little unsightly.
As the face of the Dark Lord, I have been utterly disgraced.
"Alright, then let me formally introduce myself."
The young man smiled faintly.
"I am the Third King, also known as the Inducement, named Mahoraga, from the MaShi clan."
Mohou Luo's words instantly caused Shen Le, Zhu Ye and the others to tremble.
Although they had some inkling, learning the young man's true identity still sent a shockwave through them.

"The Magicians, one of the ultimate imperial races that are unspeakable." Shinra's expression became somewhat solemn.
"Oh, the Demon Clan."
Jun Xiaoyao's expression remained calm.
This was his first time encountering a being from the Ultimate Imperial Clan.
Nammoghor looked, indeed, quite formidable.
Even that old man rowing a boat had unfathomable cultivation.
Shinra leaned close to Jun Xiaoyao's ear and whispered, "The Demon Origin Clan is rumored to have originated from the Primordial Source of Demons, one of the oldest lineages in our world. They seem to be closely related to Calamity."
"<“The Origin of All Demons…"" Jun Xiaoyao murmured. >>>"
First there was the Ultimate Calamity, now there is the Primeval Demon.
The secrets of the exotic world are indeed numerous.
"You are all fellow countrymen, working together for the great Calamity. Why resort to swords and blades against each other?" Mahakala said.
"Nàluò expression cold and stern, he said: “It’s just that some people don’t know their place, not knowing who truly leads them.”"
"A defeated subordinate, daring to bark?" Jun Xiaoyao sneered.
"Are you truly the Dark Lord?"
Mahororo looked at Naraku.
To be honest, with this state of disarray, N?a?l?o? doesn't look anything like the menacing Lord of Darkness at all.
On the other hand, Jun Xiaoyao was aloof and mysterious, his aura profound like that of a primordial god-king. He truly seemed like the rightful ruler.
"What, you doubt me?" Naraka's voice turned cold.
Had Mohororo not been a member of the Demon Clan, his attitude would likely have been even worse.
"No, just a little surprised, after all, the legendary Dark King, guided by the Great Calamity, possesses the strength to command the Six Kings, but you..."
Mahoraga hesitated, wanting to speak but unable to.
The implication is that Naraka is too weak and simply can't command respect.
"I have not yet fully awakened. I am still missing one thing." Naraka sneered.
"What?"
"Black blood." Nether's gaze was sharp.
He is not afraid to speak it out.
Because in his memory, only the Dark Lord was qualified to refine and obtain the power of Black Blood.
If other creatures were to obtain it and rashly refine it, they would at least fall into madness.
If severe, it will result in a direct explosion and death.
It can be said that even if a drop of black blood were placed before everyone.
Only he, Netherworld, has the qualification to refine it.
"I see. There are some vague records of this in our tribe's history," Mohoro nodded slightly.
As for Jun Xiaoyao, a flash of darkness crossed his eyes.
There was also a hint of amusement playing on his lips.
It seems Kagura was right, after all.
"The black blood from the Mouth of Hell, is very likely the same kind of substance as the Heaven's Black Blood I signed with." Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.
Then, Mohoro said: "If that's the case, as long as you merge with the black blood, it will prove that you are truly the Demon King of Darkness, and you will be able to obtain the power to rule over the Six Kings."
"That goes without saying, though, what you're trying to say is…"
A sharp glint flashed in Nether's eyes.
"Yes, I do know. In the unspoken place, where black blood resides."
Mahakala uttered a single sentence, causing Nai's breath to quicken and purple demonic energy to surge within her eyes.
"Where?"
He was getting impatient.
"Hold on, let me lead you through the fog district first to the unmentionable place."
After all, we six kings must work together to open the path leading deep into the realm of the unspeakable, and perhaps even witness the true greatness of disaster!
Mohuoluo said here, his eyes filled with a fervent piety.
The door to the unutterable depths lies hidden, and it can only be opened by six Kings activating six world-destroying artifacts.
For how many eons, no one knows, it has remained untouched.
In this era, they very likely see the true ultimate catastrophe!
Meanwhile, Nai Luo's expression also held a hint of impatience.
He turned to look at Jun Xiaoyao, his face filled with a smug expression.
"Jade Xiaoyao, your good days are numbered. Wait until I get the Black Blood, then..."

Jun Xiaoyao then shook his head faintly.
In his heart, he had already begun to mourn for Naraku.
(The End)

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