The elder of the Pelican clan spat out a mouthful of blood, which turned pitch black as ink. A large amount of black energy immediately appeared on his brow.
The old man's face was filled with terror. At this moment, he no longer thought about how to kill Long Chen, standing in midair, not daring to move.
"What a fool. Your Pelican clan has already declined, your luck is insufficient, yet you still dare to attack the younger generation at this time. It's no wonder misfortune hasn't befallen you."
Suddenly, other powerful beast clan members sneered in the distance, clearly hostile forces from the Pelican clan gloating.
"Not bad. The misfortune only befell you, not all the clansmen, which means the Pelican clan hasn't reached extinction yet." Someone else spoke from another direction.
This was the first time Long Chen had seen misfortune devastation befall him. It came so suddenly and strangely. Long Chen didn't understand what it meant to be afflicted by misfortune, but seeing the old man's brow entwined with black energy and his face full of decline, he feared that nothing good would happen to him.
The elder of the Pelican clan was shocked, furious, and terrified. He felt himself rapidly weakening, his blood and energy stagnant, and all the power granted to him by the Heavenly Dao was gradually being withdrawn.
He was afraid. He was cursed by the legendary curse of misfortune. The power of the Celestial Venerable was fading, like a wealthy man whose wealth was instantly confiscated and turned into a beggar. Now, anyone could kill him.
"What the Heavenly Dao gives you is not yours. If you obey, it's yours; if not, it's taken back.
It seems that sometimes even the things of the Heavenly Dao aren't reliable; more often, you still have to rely on yourself! Seeing the old man's terrified expression, Long Chen began to reflect.
The power of the Heavenly Dao is powerful and inexhaustible, but relying on it so much that ninety-nine percent of cultivators lose its blessing, they are basically useless.
Although Long Chen sometimes borrowed the power of the Heavenly Dao, he always prioritized his own strength. Borrowing the power of the Heavenly Dao allowed him to save some of his original energy.
Even without the aid of the Heavenly Dao, Long Chen could still fight with his own strength. His combat strength would not be weakened, but the duration would be shortened.
Previously, Long Chen was always rejected by the Heavenly Dao and rarely borrowed its power. But now, as he is gradually being recognized, many techniques have begun to be completed using the power of the Heavenly Dao.
Now, seeing that the Pelican clan's Heavenly Venerable being cursed by misfortune, Long Chen became wary. His own strength was the key, and he couldn't rely too much on the Heavenly Dao.
"Hahaha, now it's interesting. So the curse of bad luck is real." Guo Ran laughed heartily. With this, what was there to fear?
"What kind of kettle-carrying clan? What's so impressive about carrying a chamber pot? Why not let others fly above your heads? You might as well say it's the same world, and if others can't survive, that's enough. At this moment, Guo Ran shouted mockingly, "If you don't kick someone when they're down, you won't be called Guo Ran."
The Pelican clan's hundreds of thousands of powerful warriors had gathered together. The reason they dared to act so arrogantly was, on one hand, because Long Chen and the others were human, and on the other, they lacked the protection of a Heavenly Venerable expert.
But this move was a big deal—it directly triggered Heaven's Wrath and cast a curse of misfortune, leaving them stunned.
Legend has it that the curse of misfortune rarely appears before the Holy King Assembly begins, and even when it does, there is a certain probability. Not every Heavenly Venerable who makes a move will be cursed.
And the Pelican clan's innate Heavenly Venerable was just that unlucky. As soon as he made a move, the Heavenly Dao detected him, leaving him with nowhere to complain.
"Hey, old man, I want to challenge you one-on-one. Do you dare?" Guo Ran pointed at the old man with a dark brow, arrogantly saying.
The old man was trembling with rage. Among the Dragonblood warriors, Guo Ran's aura was the weakest. In fact, in the entire Holy King State, it was hard to find anyone weaker than him. He didn't need to act; he could even feel as if a breath could kill him.
But now that he was cursed, he didn't dare move. If he killed Long Chen, he might die too. He wasn't that foolish.
"What's wrong?" Not dare? Seeing
the old man grit his teeth, Guo Ran said, "How about I tie up one hand and one foot and fight you?" "
Crack..."
A crisp sound came from the old man's mouth. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth. He opened his mouth in terror, and many shattered teeth fell out—he actually bit through and shattered them.
Shattered teeth pierced his mouth, blood gushing out. Fear appeared on the old man's face—this was too bizarre. As a Heavenly Venerable, he couldn't withstand such a bizarre power.
Seeing this, Long Chen and the others were all startled. The Heavenly Dao curse was indeed strange and frightening, and the key was that this kind of power simply couldn't be resisted.
Seeing this, the others' expressions also changed. Many of the beast clan experts nearby had been watching the spectacle. At first, they were gloating, but now they couldn't smile anymore.
Although people revere the Heavenly Dao, cultivators who possess great power often feel they are omnipotent.
But when the curse descended, the Innate Heavenly Venerable was like an ant before it, utterly powerless to resist. While they were alarmed, they also developed immense reverence for the Heavenly Dao.
Guo Ran originally wanted to keep teasing the Pelican clan, but seeing this scene, he was a bit scared. This thing was terrifying; unknown power was the most frightening.
"Pfft!"
Suddenly, the old man spat out blood, his aura becoming chaotic, his face twisted with rage. Terror flashed in his eyes, as if he had witnessed some terrifying phenomenon.
He reached out with both hands, wanting to touch his throat, as if invisible hands were gripping his neck.
"Ancestor!"
The Pelican clan experts exclaimed. Some disciples wanted to step forward to help him, but the elders stopped him.
From afar, a Heavenly Venerable expert from another clan shouted, "The ancestor is already plagued by misfortune. Anyone who touches him will be met with misfortune. If he can survive, then he will get through it; if not, no one can save him. Do not even dream of opposing the Heavenly Dao." That
Heavenly Venerable kindly reminded him, probably because he had a good relationship with the Pelican clan and didn't want their disciples to die in vain.
In fact, misfortune is a manifestation of the rules of the Holy King Assembly. Every time the Holy King Assembly is held, some unlucky people are captured by the Heavenly Dao and become negative examples. Only in this way will people revere the Dao of Heaven and the laws.
"Ancestor, you have to hold on!" The disciples of the Pelican clan were so nervous they were in their throats.
Suddenly, the ancestor of the Pelican clan appeared with a pair of wings on his back. The space trembled violently, and he vanished from where he stood. When he reappeared, he was already standing before Long Chen. At that moment, everyone gasped in shock.
"Damn humans, even if I die, I'll drag you all down to hell with me."
The Pelican clan's ancestor had a ferocious face, gritting his teeth, spreading his wings to cover the sky and envelop Long Chen and everyone else.