One demon after another, their bodies severed in two, with flesh and tendrils extending out, connecting and gradually pulling together.

In less than ten minutes, many demons’ bodies were restored to their original forms, completely intact.

Wang Xuan stood atop their fleshly bodies, thrusting the Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon downward, the thunderous power within the blade wreaking havoc, scorching the demons beneath into charred heaps.

Saber Qi crisscrossed, instantly transforming dozens of demons into countless chunks of meat, scattered within a radius of hundreds of meters, truly dead, incapable of reviving, despite their flesh activity.

The ground was littered with corpses, blood turning the earth into a tomato cake, its viscous nature making the already unpleasant smell of Hell even more nauseating.

However, from above, these demonic carcasses formed a massive image—a scarlet Other Shore Flower, its brilliance piercing the eyes.

Wang Xuan rested his hand on the saber, standing straight, his strong and robust physique brimming with vitality, yet bringing death in its wake.

The once life-force-strong demons, who were a considerable headache for Human Immortals in battles, had their lives dominated by him.

“If I want you dead, you simply will not revive!”

This sense of control, Wang Xuan could feel it growing wildly, revealing to him his own strength.

This kind of desire for violence, destruction, and slaughter is the most primitive and fierce desire hidden within the human body.

In the primitive era, nothing was allocated, but rather seized by strength, with primitives using violence and slaughter to carve out a place in nature.

Without violence, without slaughter, no creature could survive; these are instincts imprinted in their genes, their fundamental tools for existence, honed through billions of years of hunting and being hunted.

Modern civilization may suppress such desires, yet it still exists vigorously, indestructible.

When people are isolated, their survival threatened, with no consideration for morality, laws, or order, what emerges first is violence and slaughter; it’s this approach that dictates who gets a chance at survival.

No matter how refined civilization may appear, as long as humanity exists, this desire for violence, destruction, and slaughter will emerge at some point within people.

The law’s existence is precisely to prevent the misuse of such fundamental and primitive means.

Yet, it’s this primitive desire that provides the most intense stimulation—violence, lust, hunger, avoiding the pain of injury. Craving and fear, with internal hormones rapidly secreted as the source of stimulation.

“Why can’t moral and legal restraints hold once someone begins killing? Because they’ve seen the power of primal strength, unwilling to be bound by things that burst with a touch.

They might struggle to solve problems, but the perpetrators can be easily eradicated, even with primitive violence, efficiently and decisively.”

Wang Xuan immersed himself in his primal self, the violent and slaughter tendencies within his bones, during this release, allowing him to see clearly what he possessed since birth.

The order of the city constrained him, the primitive slaughter allowed him self-liberation, the latter illuminating the fundamental power of living beings, the basic survival laws.

“Boom!”

A hundred-meter-long Demon Dragon suddenly surfaced from the ground, resembling a Flood Dragon but covered in numerous bony spikes, devoid of dazzling beauty, a pure slaughter machine.

The blood scent here awoke it, luring it forth, but upon seeing a human invasion, its slaughter and hunting instincts were instantly replaced by reason.

“Humans! Humans invading the Hell Realm! All must die!”

It tried to bite at Wang Xuan with its maw like a blood basin, its armor-like tough shell seemingly soaked in magma for millennia, black and hefty.

Every part of its body exists for slaughter, for survival.

In such a slaughter paradise as the Hell Realm, death is ever-present, with the weak devoured, the strong ruling all.

Within the harsh natural and species environment of the Hell Realm, they’ve evolved into slaughter machines, the slaughter instinct imprinted within every bit of flesh and blood.

But if the Hell Realm ceases to exist, the entire food chain would vanish, the species would naturally no longer exist, an individual’s slaughter becoming meaningless.

Since individuals cannot live eternally, they must consider the species.

Only by driving away invaders can they persist, the species continue! This too is a blood-and-flesh-imprinted instinct.

“Not good!” Lin Xi and Wulin were suddenly dazed, even for the Second Realm Earth Immortal Divinity Transformation cultivators, dealing with this Demon Dragon was difficult.

Wang Xuan, having just entered the Earth Immortal, how could he be a match for this Demon Dragon?

“Zhang Tie, Wang Lin, protect Wang Xuan!” the two shouted loudly, but turning around, they found that two more Demon Dragons had emerged from underground, already battling Zhang Tie and Wang Lin.

The Demon Dragon roared, its stinking maw already enveloping Wang Xuan, about to consume him in the next moment.

“Good timing!”

Wang Xuan sheathed his saber, treading on the fangs and pushing against the upper jaw, forcibly halting the Demon Dragon’s biting motion, its massive teeth gnashing under the immense pressure.

With a punch, a fang of the Demon Dragon fell, and in its pain, the Demon Dragon spewed flame from its mouth, ravaging the area in front of it.

The blood-soaked, sticky ground dried and turned yellow under the scorching flames, emitting a foul odor.

At this moment, Wang Xuan had already landed on the Demon Dragon’s back.

“Mountain-Suppressing Fist!”

With a thunderous roar, Wang Xuan’s punch struck the Demon Dragon’s bones, immediately producing a crackling noise.

The massive fist seal, several meters in diameter, caused the Demon Dragon’s body to plummet, deeply embedding into the ground, its rear half numb and difficult to control.

With merely one punch, this Demon Dragon’s bones were shattered.

Yet its recovery ability remained strong, restoring agility in just a few breaths, its claws supporting the ground, warily eyeing Wang Xuan.

“You’re afraid? Your fear reveals your weakness and incompetence!”

Wang Xuan laughed loudly, drawing the Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon Saber, slashing toward the Demon Dragon, with unparalleled strength behind it, a hundred-meter saber qi wreaking havoc.

“Demon Vibration Nine Slash!”

With a hundred-meter saber, where could the Demon Dragon escape?

Under the full force of a slash, the Demon Dragon’s claw was cut off amidst resistance, flesh flying, blood splattering afar like a cascading waterfall.

The massive dragon claw landed on the ground, like a small hill, the blood eroding the earth, emitting white smoke.

But it was just one slash; one slash after another, nine consecutive slashes fell, Wang Xuan rarely using Combat Skills, wielding to exhaust the strength from his flesh and blood.

Puff!

The Demon Dragon roared, its other claw also half cut off, its tail falling to the ground, two dragon horns breaking, one gone.

Were its dragon horns not tough, it might have perished by now.

Wang Xuan approached step by step, indifferently saying, “The Demon Dragon clan of the Hell Realm, your bloodline seems quite impure. Besides maintaining a powerful physique, you’ve lost much of what makes a dragon.”

“I’ll kill you!”

The Demon Dragon roared, attacking Wang Xuan fiercely, the sharp bone spikes and hardened dragon scales across its body being its natural weapons.

Yet, Wang Xuan reacted and moved with incredible speed,

leaping up, with the Ten Thousand Jins Thunder Dragon in hand stabbing directly at the Demon Dragon’s head, intending to kill it outright.

“Roar!”

The Demon Dragon roared, instantly burrowing into the ground, disappearing from sight.

It knew if it didn’t flee, it would likely perish here.

Sheathing his saber, Wang Xuan understood that in the Hell Realm, talking about reason, morality, or law was pointless; those concepts belonged solely to human civilization.

When distanced from human civilization, without protection or restraint, everything depends solely on one’s own strength.

In such an environment, how is it not akin to returning to the primitive era? Survival fundamentally relies on violence and slaughter.

“Slaughter and violence are the most primitive and instinctual forces life can muster for survival, during darkness, they are life forms’ most potent, even sole, reliant power.”

Wang Xuan’s fervor gradually subsided, living on the Mother Star as if bathed in light, requiring not just primitive strength for maintaining social order; such primitive power even needs restraint.

If misused, not only destroying others but also oneself.

“From the primitive to civilization, the road is long.”

Individual survival requires violence and slaughter, but life demands wisdom, order, stability, and many, many more things.

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