The luck of the nation had been drained, utterly vanished from the Dawu Imperial Dynasty!
The Dawu Emperor was the first to perceive this change.
Although visually there seemed to be no difference, he could sense that the empire was now an empty shell, like a soulless man, devoid of its vitality, starting to stagnate.
He absolutely could not believe that Chu Yuan could actually drain the luck of the nation, but the cruel reality was already before his eyes.
Without the luck of the nation, it meant losing the blessing of national destiny. He didn't know how much time it would take to reconsolidate.
At this moment, his eyes were full of boundless hatred!
"Martial Emperor, you are ruthless indeed! You actually drained my luck of the nation. Even though I do not know how you did it, I ascertain, you will be my eternal enemy. The deeper the hatred today, the harder the revenge tomorrow!"
The Dawu Emperor's face was distorted, letting out a roar in anger.