National Fortune Bonus: After the new player awakens at the maximum level, he will kill like crazy

He was dressed in a black robe with a pattern of clouds woven densely with silver threads. In this dim hall, a cold light was faintly flickering, and his entire body seemed to blend seamlessly with the surrounding darkness, becoming a part of this gloomy place.

His entire body was filled with a suffocatingly powerful force of resentment. That force seemed to have substance, transforming into thick black mist that swirled around him like a mysterious veil, making it impossible to see his true appearance.

The man in black robe was like a beast that had been lurking in the dark for a long time, and he keenly captured the subtle movement of Shen Jiaan stepping into the hall.

"Lingbao Tianzun, you are here..."

He slowly raised his head, his movements showing deliberate slowness and arrogance, and then a low and hoarse laugh came out of his throat. The laughter seemed to carry the cold air from the depths of hell, filled with endless malice and ridicule, and echoed in this empty and silent hall.

Then, the crazy and distorted voice sounded again: "Look, Ragnarok is coming..." There was an almost crazy expectation and pleasure in the voice, as if it was about to witness a grand carnival that would destroy the world.

Almost at the moment when the sound broke the silence, the blood-red sunset outside the hall, as if summoned by some mysterious power, shot into the house accurately through the narrow and dusty windows high up, forming bright and dazzling beams of light, which fell directly on the statue standing in the center of the hall, emitting a strange aura.

In an instant, the statue was shrouded in a dim and mysterious halo. The resentful waves that had been emanating from it now surged violently like a surging tide. The powerful and evil force made the surrounding air seem sticky and oppressive, as if a terrible disaster was about to befall.

Seeing this, Shen Jia'an narrowed his eyes slightly, a sharp light flashing in them. He raised his hand and gently waved it, and a delicate palm-leaf fan shaped like a cloud instantly appeared in his hand.

The leaf of the cattail fan was as white as snow and had a soft texture, as if it were carefully woven from the purest clouds in the sky. The edge of the fan was inlaid with a circle of shimmering silver threads, exuding a mysterious and ancient atmosphere.

Shen Jia'an held the palm-leaf fan steady in one hand, twisted his wrist slightly, and then gently fanned it. This seemingly gentle fan seemed to contain endless mystery and power. The resentment that had been surging in the statue, as if encountering a powerful opponent, instantly began to crumble and dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The statue, whose material was unclear, also began to crack dramatically under the impact of this force. These cracks were initially as fine as spider silk, and then quickly spread out, covering the entire surface of the statue.

"You...how dare you be so presumptuous!" The man in black robe widened his eyes, which were bloodshot. His already ferocious face became even more distorted by anger. His mouth was wide open, and he let out an almost insane shout at the top of his lungs.

The sound seemed to break through the constraints of the hall and echoed wildly throughout the space, causing ripples in the surrounding air.

Although he had fallen into a state of insanity and madness at this moment, he desperately mobilized the resentment power around him that was so strong that it was almost materialized, turning it into sharp black blades, rushing towards Shen Jia'an like a surging black tide.

However, his legs seemed to be clamped tightly on the throne that exuded a chilling chill as if by a pair of invisible and extremely powerful hands. No matter how he struggled and twisted, he could not move at all. He could only scream wildly in vain. He looked like a wild beast trapped in a cage, struggling in vain, looking both embarrassed and terrifying.

As time went by, the leader of the Muyun Sect could only watch with his own eyes as the statue of the evil god, which he had always worshipped as a god, cherished extremely and placed all his hopes on, began to irreversibly collapse and disintegrate under Shen Jia'an's light blow.

The statue that had seemed indestructible before now looked like a decayed object that had been eroded by time for countless years. Cracks appeared little by little, and fragments began to fall off.

"Just a little bit... just a little bit!!!" He roared madly on the spot, his voice filled with endless anger and unwillingness, and the roar seemed to overturn the dome of the hall.

He couldn't help but feel a wave of self-mockery. Was he the one who was going to be destroyed in this so-called Ragnarok? In that instant, he felt like a clown cruelly teased by fate. All his efforts, all his calculations, were shattered in this moment.

Mu Shangmin could clearly sense that the divine nature that he had painstakingly woven with the power of countless resentments and regarded as the foundation for his turnaround was now gradually breaking its close connection with his spiritual consciousness.

A strong sense of loss and despair instantly surged into his heart. Resentment, anger, greed...all kinds of negative emotions were like surging tides, running wildly and surging in his mind, frantically attacking his already shaky sanity, almost completely destroying his last bit of clarity.

The fragments that fell from the stone statue were quickly decomposed and ground into the finest powder by an invisible force the moment they touched the air. Then, they slowly drifted away in the air with the weak airflow in the hall, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never existed in this world.

This scene was like a sharp dagger, piercing deep into Mu Shangmin's heart.

It is just like those beautiful yet unattainable dreams that one once cherished. In the face of cruel and ruthless reality, they gradually shatter and dissipate like fragile bubbles, leaving behind only a heartbreaking desolation and sadness.

Shen Jiaan stood quietly, watching everything unfold before him with a stern gaze. The cloud-shaped palm-leaf fan in his hand trembled gently, emitting a soft yet resolute light. That light seemed like the light of justice, gradually dispelling the darkness and resentment in the hall.

Mu Shangmin's fury was particularly piercing in the silent hall, but Shen Jia'an remained unmoved. He knew that the man before him had been completely consumed by resentment, trapped in an abyss of no return. He had come this time to put an end to the root of all this evil.

"Mu Shangmin, your evil deeds end here." Shen Jia'an's voice was deep and powerful, echoing through the hall like a bell. He took a slow step forward, each step carrying a tremendous force. The ground beneath his feet shook slightly, as if responding to his righteous act.