Sacred Body of the Ancients from the Beginning

Chapter 1076: Chapter 1074: Ultimate Emperor Race, Demon Origin Race, Moluo

The amplification of the Fourth Venerable Skill, combined with Creation and the power of the Divine Light.

And on top of that, the power of the Divine Cry Battle Halberd itself.

Even with the blessing of the Armor of the Evil God, and having unleashed this Extreme Technique from the Evil God Technique.

In such a clash, Naraku still fell completely into the disadvantage.

A terrifying shockwave swept out in all directions.

The condensed Godslaying Spear was directly cleaved apart by the Divine Cry Battle Halberd, shattering into countless points of light.

Then the halberd blade, momentum unabated, slashed toward Naraku!

Naraku instantly felt a sense of death approaching his heart.

He hurriedly unleashed a defensive Technique.

Purple-black Evil Power condensed before him into a barrier.

Bang!

The Divine Cry Battle Halberd once again shattered the barrier.

However, its power was also somewhat weakened.

Then the halberd blade heavily hacked down on the Armor of the Evil God.

Blinding sparks erupted.

The sound of metal colliding rang out like clashing armor on a battlefield, and also like the noise from the Celestial Realm’s Refining Room, deafening, piercing through eardrums.

Pff...

Naraku was struck by the impact, his figure blasted away like a cannonball.

But the Divine Cry Battle Halberd did not cleave through the Armor of the Evil God.

The Armor of the Evil God, once the Forbidden Artifact of the Orochi Evil God.

It was likewise a World-Ending Forbidden Artifact Level existence, on the same level as the Divine Cry Battle Halberd, and naturally could not be so fragile.

”I already said, Yu Xiaoyao, killing me won’t be that easy!”

A cold, sinister smile lifted at the corner of Naraku’s mouth.

With the Armor of the Evil God on his body, even a Little Celestial Venerable couldn’t do anything to him.

”Just a turtle shell, and it gives you such confidence?”

Jun Xiaoyao’s face was expressionless as he continued his assault.

Naraku was completely in a state of being pressed and beaten.

Although the Divine Cry Battle Halberd couldn’t shatter the Armor of the Evil God.

That backlash force, however, was unavoidable.

It caused the qi and blood in Naraku’s chest to surge, many of his ribs shattering.

Finally, under Jun Xiaoyao’s seamless barrage of attacks.

Naraku’s figure was directly blasted flying, blood and shattered viscera spewing from his mouth.

His body, like a cannonball, crashed toward a distant island.

That island was directly smashed apart by Naraku, blown to pieces.

”Damn you, Yu Xiaoyao!”

Purple flames spewed from Naraku’s eyes.

Though he had the protection of the Armor of the Evil God, so he wouldn’t be slain by Jun Xiaoyao.

Being crushed and humiliated in such a way was still something he couldn’t accept.

Just as Naraku was about to once again unleash an Extreme Technique from the Evil God Technique to fight a decisive battle with Jun Xiaoyao.

A faint voice rang out.

”Everyone, cease your hands for now.”

Hearing this voice, all gazes turned.

From the distant Mist Area, a small leaf-like boat glided over.

An old man, wearing a conical hat and holding a wooden oar, was rowing the boat.

Another figure was a handsome young man.

His eyes were pure black, with no whites, making him appear wicked and eerie.

Everyone present could feel from that young man a dark aura of the same origin.

”It seems you’re the last King to appear.”

Jun Xiaoyao temporarily halted, putting away the Divine Cry Battle Halberd.

”The First King.”

The young man glanced at Jun Xiaoyao, then looked toward the somewhat disheveled Naraku not far away.

”So you’re the Dark Monarch?”

The young man tilted his head slightly, his expression carrying a trace of oddness.

This Dark Monarch seemed to have been taught quite a miserable lesson by the First King.

”I am.”

Naraku spoke, Evil Power surging within him as his injuries rapidly recovered.

His expression was somewhat unsightly.

The face of the Dark Monarch had been utterly lost.

”Alright then, let me formally introduce myself.”

The young man smiled faintly.

”I am the Third King, also the Guide. My name is Moluo, from the Demon Origin Race.”

Moluo’s words caused Shen Le, Zhu Ye and the others to tremble slightly.

Although they’d already had some guesses, truly learning the young man’s identity still shook them.

”The Demon Origin Race, one of the Ultimate Emperor Races of the Unmentionable Land.” Shen Le’s expression grew somewhat solemn.

”Oh, the Demon Origin Race.”

Jun Xiaoyao’s expression remained very calm.

This was his first time encountering a living being from an Ultimate Emperor Race.

Moluo indeed didn’t look weak.

Even that old boatman’s Cultivation was unfathomable.

Shen Le leaned close to Jun Xiaoyao’s ear and said, ”The Demon Origin Race is rumored to originate from the Origin of Ten Thousand Demons, one of the oldest lineages of our realm, and seems to be closely connected to Calamity.”

”Origin of Ten Thousand Demons...” Jun Xiaoyao murmured.

First the Ultimate Calamity, and now the Origin of Ten Thousand Demons.

The secrets of the Exotic Realm truly were many.

”You are all compatriots, jointly serving the great Calamity, so why draw blades against each other?” Moluo said.

Naraku’s expression was cold as he said, ”Some people simply don’t know their place, don’t know who their Commander is.”

”A defeated dog, and you still dare bark?” Jun Xiaoyao let out a cold laugh.

”You really are the Dark Monarch?”

Moluo looked at Naraku.

To be honest, this disheveled look of Naraku’s didn’t have the bearing of a Dark Monarch at all.

On the contrary, Jun Xiaoyao, with his deep, Chaos-like aura, seemed more like the true Monarch.

”What, you doubt me?” Naraku’s tone sank.

If not for the fact that Moluo was from the Demon Origin Race, his attitude would likely have been much worse.

”No, I’m just a bit surprised. After all, the rumored Dark Monarch, enlightened by the great Calamity, possesses the strength to command the Six Kings. Yet you...”

Moluo trailed off.

The implied meaning was that Naraku was too weak to ever convince the others.

”I’ve simply yet to fully awaken and lack one final thing.” Naraku snorted coldly.

”What?”

”Black Blood.” Naraku’s gaze was sharp.

He wasn’t afraid to speak of it.

Because in his memories, only the Dark Monarch was qualified to refine and gain the power of the Black Blood.

If other beings obtained it and rashly refined it, at best they’d fall into madness.

At worst, they’d explode and die on the spot.

One could say that even if a single drop of Black Blood was placed before everyone.

Only he, Naraku, had the right to refine it.

”So that’s how it is. My race does have some vague records about this.” Moluo nodded slightly.

As for Jun Xiaoyao, a faint dark light flashed in his eyes.

A subtle hint of amusement also touched the corner of his mouth.

It seemed Shen Le had indeed been right.

”The Black Blood Naraku spoke of is very likely the same substance as the Celestial Black Blood I obtained from my sign-in.” Jun Xiaoyao thought to himself.

At this moment, Moluo said, ”If that’s the case, then as long as you fuse with the Black Blood, it will prove you truly are the Dark Monarch, and you’ll gain the power to rule over the Six Kings.”

”Naturally, but what you’re saying is...”

A sharp light burst in Naraku’s eyes.

”That’s right, I do know where Black Blood exists within the Unmentionable Land.”

Moluo’s single sentence made Naraku’s breathing turn rapid, purple Evil Power surging in his eyes.

”Where?”

He was somewhat unable to contain himself.

”Don’t rush. I’ll first lead you all through the Mist Area, into the Unmentionable Land.”

”After all, we Six Kings still have to jointly open the path leading deeper into the Unmentionable Land, and may even behold the truly great Calamity!”

As Moluo spoke to this point, his eyes brimmed with fanatical devotion.

The great gate deep within the Unmentionable Land required the Six Kings to wield six World-Ending Forbidden Artifacts to open.

No one knew how many epochs had passed since it was last opened.

In this epoch, they might well lay eyes on the true Ultimate Calamity!

As for Naraku, his expression was filled with barely contained eagerness.

He turned to look at Jun Xiaoyao, a hint of delight on his face.

”Yu Xiaoyao, your good days are numbered. When I obtain the Black Blood, by then...”

Naraku smiled, his smile icy cold.

Jun Xiaoyao only shook his head faintly.

In his heart, he had already begun to mourn for Naraku.