Burning with Rage

"With Lord Yellow's strength, the Power of Misfortune should be nothing more than a light drizzle to him!"

After weighing it over, Xiao Chen extended a finger and activated the Power of Misfortune. A wisp of nearly imperceptible black mist flew from his fingertip and drifted toward Qiongqi.

Within Xiao Chen's body, the Power of Misfortune was golden, pure and flawless. Once it left his body, it turned black again—gloomy, cold, and sinister.

It shifted between auspiciousness and calamity.

Everything always had two sides.

To Xiao Chen, the Power of Misfortune was an aid, which was why it was golden.

To everyone else, the Power of Misfortune was suffering, which was why it was pitch-black.

Of course, with a thought from Xiao Chen, black could also turn into gold.

Out of trust in Xiao Chen, Qiongqi had no guard up. That wisp of black mist silently seeped into his body, and a trace of black qi flashed across his brow.

Then something surprising happened.

With a bang, Qiongqi fell flat on his face.

"Damn it, I'm the mighty Progenitor Demon God, and I can actually trip?"

Qiongqi found it unbelievable.

He was one of the ancient Nine Fiends. Though he had lived for endless years and was already an old demon, compared to his vast lifespan, he was still in his prime. How could he possibly trip?

Xiao Chen was astonished. He had not expected that merely using a thread of the Power of Misfortune would produce such immediate results on Qiongqi.

The power of fate truly was terrifying to such a degree!

Even a giant like Qiongqi could not escape its influence.

"Hm? Why is there a wisp of the Power of Misfortune on my brow?" Qiongqi quickly sensed something was wrong. He reached out, seized the strand of