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

Mu Shangmin, as if provoked by Shen Jia'an's words, began to struggle even more frantically. He waved his hands wildly in the air, trying to gather the power of resentment again, but that power was like a candle in the wind, becoming increasingly weak.

"No—I won't fail like this! I, will never! Be willing—"

Mu Shangmin yelled at the top of his lungs, his voice so loud that it seemed as if he could tear the dome of the hall apart.

His eyes were wide open, his bloodshot eyeballs almost bulging out of his eye sockets, and his eyes revealed a glimmer of extreme madness and determination, as if burning with a phantom fire from the depths of hell, burning away his remaining sanity.

Suddenly, he bit the tip of his tongue hard, and with a painful groan, a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth.

The essence of blood in the air seemed to be controlled by an invisible evil hand, rapidly twisting, swirling, and condensing, and in the blink of an eye it turned into a strange blood-red rune.

This rune exuded a disgusting bloody smell and faintly flashed with a dark light, as if it was an evil curse summoned from the Nine Netherworld Purgatory.

Immediately afterwards, the rune seemed to have life and consciousness, and it shot straight towards Mu Shangmin's forehead, sinking deep into his forehead and disappearing in an instant, leaving only a strange dark red light flashing between his eyebrows.

When Shen Jia'an was looking at this scene, what suddenly flashed through his mind was the red flower between Mo Hui's eyebrows... He couldn't help but be amazed, why is there such a big difference between people... ?

But his attention was still on Mu Shangmin in front of him. However, he sensed in an instant that a powerful and evil force was surging wildly like a black vortex with Mu Shangmin as the center.

The resentful power within a radius of five kilometers seemed to be summoned by some powerful suction force, rushing from all directions and converging in this hall.

These resentful forces were like a materialized black tide, pouring into Mu Shangmin's body, enveloping him completely and making his figure appear and disappear in the thick darkness.

As if he had noticed something, Shen Jia'an raised his eyebrows slightly, but did not take any action to stop the person in front of him from doing anything. Instead, he watched and observed the situation.

It was at this critical moment that he once again felt the familiar and crazy fluctuations of the divine power in the depths of his soul. That power seemed to be his last straw, and it rekindled a ray of crazy hope in his eyes.

Without the slightest hesitation, he opened his mouth again, and a mouthful of blood essence mixed with the power of resentment gushed out. This time, fueled by the power of resentment, the blood essence transformed into a strange blood mist that quickly enveloped Mu Shangmin's body. With a chilling sound of bones twisting and muscles stretching, Mu Shangmin's body expanded at a speed visible to the naked eye, fully tripling in size in the blink of an eye.

At this moment, he was like a demon giant crawling out of the dark abyss, emitting a strong breath of death and evil power. Just standing there made the air around him become sticky and oppressive.

Shen Jiaan raised his head slightly, looking at the monster in front of him, he just found it funny——

Fate seemed unwilling to let this pitiful man, completely consumed by resentment, go. Despite his enormous size and seemingly increased strength, his legs were still firmly pinned to the eerie throne by an invisible yet powerful force, unable to move an inch.

But even so, Mu Shangmin's soul, filled with resentment and madness, still accepted the evil power surging from the godhead regardless of everything.

He danced his hands and muttered something. As a black light flashed, an attack carrying a strong breath of death rushed towards Shen Jiaan like a black lightning. Wherever it passed, the space seemed to be twisted and torn by this evil force, making a "sizzling" sound.

Shen Jia'an witnessed all this, his lips slightly raised in a disdainful sneer, which seemed to be the greatest mockery of Mu Shangmin's crazy behavior.

"Ha, didn't your evil god tell you... that I had long since transcended the shackles of resentment and was no longer affected by it?"

He smiled playfully, holding the cloud-shaped palm-leaf fan that emitted a soft glow firmly in his left hand, and with a slight wave of his right hand, the Spirit Source Pearl that Chu Chuan had given him suddenly appeared in his palm.

In an instant, the Lingyuan Pearl burst out with a dazzling white light, which blended with the light of the cattail fan. An indestructible white light curtain quickly formed in front of him, like a sacred barrier, tightly protecting Shen Jiaan.

As a result, Mu Shangmin's attack hit the light curtain, making a dull loud noise, turning into a rune and dissipating in an instant, while the blood mist wrapped in the power of resentment suddenly filled the air.

"I ask, you answer." Shen Jia'an asked sternly, waving his palm-leaf fan. "Where are the others from the Muyun Sect?"

This time, the spiritual power surging from the cattail fan was even stronger, and it also carried a sacred power that could purify the evil in the world as it swept towards Mu Shangmin.

Wherever the spiritual power reached, the blood stains on the ground that had turned black due to the erosion of resentment seemed to be swept away by an invisible cleansing force, disappearing completely in an instant, revealing the originally clean stone floor.

At the same time, the gravel and dust scattered around were also picked up by the spiritual power, forming a small storm, which carried a powerful force and roared towards Mu Shangmin, as if to completely blow away the evil and resentment in him.

"Hahaha...what's the harm in telling you!" Mu Shangmin felt the powerful force coming towards him, and a hideous smile appeared on his face, which was full of madness and evil.

Not only did he not stop attacking, but he waved his hands again, chanting an even more obscure and evil spell. Then, an attack even more ferocious than before came out from his hands again, rushing towards Shen Jia'an.

"They have long since become the nutrients that the evil god and I draw strength from. They were swallowed up by the land where the god hides and disappeared without a trace. Hahahahahaha..."

Mu Shangmin's wild laughter echoed in the hall, like the roar of an evil spirit coming from hell, making people shudder.

"No wonder I couldn't detect any of their soul breath..." A hint of pity and regret flashed through Shen Jia'an's heart, but when he looked up at Mu Shangmin again, the anger in his eyes was already burning like a prairie fire.

The palm-leaf fan in his left hand suddenly transformed into a long sword that shone with cold light. The blade of the sword was engraved with mysterious runes, as if it contained endless power.

Shen Jia'an slowly released the hilt of the sword, and when he raised his eyes again, a breath of air was revealed. Then he swung the suspended sword and stabbed it straight towards Mu Shangmin.

The sword's intent carried an unstoppable momentum, as if to sever the evil and resentment in this world with one blow...