Chapter 214 Aesthetics of Violence
One demon after another, with flesh and blood tentacles spreading out from their split bodies, the bodies communicated with each other and were gradually pulled together.

Within ten minutes, many demons' bodies were intact and restored to their original appearance.

Wang Xuan stepped on their flesh and blood, and the mighty thunder dragon stabbed down. The thunder power in the sword raged, and the demon under him was electrified and burned.

The sword energy was everywhere, and dozens of demons were instantly turned into countless pieces of flesh, scattered within a radius of hundreds of meters. They were deader than dead, and with their flesh and blood activities, they could not come back to life.

There were corpses all over the ground, and the blood had dyed the earth into a tomato cake. The sticky blood made the already bad smell of hell even more disgusting.

However, if you look from above, the flesh and blood corpses of these demons form a huge picture, which is a blood-red flower of the other shore, so gorgeous that it hurts the eyes.

Wang Xuan stood straight with his hand holding the knife. His strong and sturdy body carried infinite vitality, but it brought death.

The demon, who originally had strong vitality and caused great headaches in fighting, was dominated by him.

If I let you die, you will never be able to live!

Wang Xuan could feel this desire for control growing wildly, making him see how powerful he was.

This kind of desire for violence, destruction, and killing is the most primitive and strongest desire hidden in the human body.

In primitive times, nothing was distributed but obtained through struggle. Primitive people relied on killing and violence to gain a place in nature.

Without violence and killing, no living creature can survive. This is an instinct imprinted in their genes, the fundamental weapon of their existence, and they have mastered the art of hunting and being hunted over billions of years.

Although modern civilization can suppress such desires, they still exist and have vigorous vitality and will never be extinguished.

When people are isolated and their survival is threatened, and they find that they can ignore morality, law, and order, the first thing that emerges is violence and killing. It is this way that allows them to decide who gets the chance to survive.

No matter how beautiful the cloak of civilization is, this desire for violence, destruction and killing will emerge in people at some point as long as human beings exist.

The reason why laws exist is to prevent people from abusing this most primitive and fundamental means.

But it is this most primitive desire that makes people feel the strongest stimulation, violence, lust, appetite, and the pain of avoiding injury. Desire and fear are the source of stimulation for the rapid secretion of hormones in the body.

"Why is it that once someone starts killing, moral laws cannot restrain them? Because they have seen the power of primitive forces and are unwilling to be restrained by something that can be broken with a single poke.

They cannot solve problems, but they can easily solve those who create problems. Although it is primitive and violent, it is quick and efficient. "

Wang Xuan was immersed in his primitive self. The violence and murderous tendencies in his bones were released, allowing him to see clearly what he had possessed since birth.

The urban order restrains him, while primitive killing frees him. The latter allows him to comprehend the fundamental power of living things and the fundamental laws of survival.

"boom!"

A hundred-meter-long dragon suddenly emerged from the ground. It looked like a dragon, but had many bone spurs on its body. It had no dazzling beauty and looked like a pure killing machine.

The bloody smell here awakened it and lured it here, but when it saw that this was a human invasion, the desire to kill and hunt was immediately replaced by reason.

"Humans! Humans who invaded the Hell Realm! They all deserve to die!"

It seemed to be biting towards Wang Xuan with its bloody mouth. Its hard armor-like shell was dark and thick, as if it had been soaked in magma for thousands of years.

Every part of the body is made for killing, made for survival.

In a killing paradise like Hell, death happens anytime and anywhere. The weak are devoured and the strong dominate everything.

In such a harsh natural and species environment as Hell, they have long evolved into killing machines, with the killing instinct imprinted in every inch of their flesh and blood.

But if the hell world does not exist, all food chains here will disappear, and ethnic groups will naturally no longer exist, and individual killing will no longer be meaningless.

Individuals cannot live forever, so we need to consider the population.

Only by expelling the invaders can they survive and continue their race! This is also an instinct imprinted in their flesh and blood.

"Not good!" Lin Xi and Wulin suddenly lost their minds. Even for a cultivator at the second level of Earthly Immortal, it would be difficult to deal with this evil dragon.

Wang Xuan is just a novice earthly immortal, how can he be a match for this evil dragon?
"Zhang Tie, Wang Lin, protect Wang Xuan!" the two shouted, but when they looked again, they found that two more dragons had emerged from the ground and were fighting with Zhang Tie and Wang Lin.

The dragon roared, and its foul-smelling mouth enveloped Wang Xuan, ready to devour him in the next moment.

Wang Xuan put away his sword, stepped on the fangs and put his hand on the upper jaw, stopping the action of biting the dragon off. The two huge teeth clattered, as if they could not withstand the strong pressure.

With one punch, one of the dragon's fangs fell off. The dragon, in pain, spewed flames from its mouth and immediately wreaked havoc in front.

The bloody and sticky ground dried up and turned yellow under the scorching flames, emitting a terrible and unpleasant odor.

At this time, Wang Xuan had already landed on the back of the magic dragon.

"Zhenyue Fist!"

With a loud bang, Wang Xuan roared and punched the dragon's bones, and immediately a crackling sound was heard.

The huge fist mark had a diameter of several meters. The dragon's body suddenly dropped and sank deep into the ground. The back half of its body was numb and difficult to control.

With just one punch, the dragon's bones were broken.

But its recovery ability is strong after all. After just a few breaths, its movements became swift again. It supported the ground with its dragon claws and looked at Wang Xuan vigilantly.

"Are you afraid? Your fear reveals your weakness and incompetence!"

Wang Xuan laughed loudly, drew out his powerful Thunder Dragon Sword, and slashed at the dragon. With the help of his unparalleled strength, a hundred-meter-long sword energy raged away.

"Nine Slashes to Eliminate Demons!"

With a hundred-meter-long sword, where can the dragon hide?
With a full-strength blow, the dragon's claw was cut off, flesh and blood flew everywhere, and blood splattered far away like a waterfall.

The huge dragon claw fell on the ground, like a small hill, and the blood eroded the earth, emitting white smoke.

But this was just one strike. One strike after another, nine strikes fell in succession. Wang Xuan rarely used his fighting skills, squeezing out the power in his flesh and blood.

puff!
The dragon roared, and its other claw was cut off in half. Its tail fell to the ground, and one of its two dragon horns was broken off.

If it weren't for its hard dragon horns, it would probably be dead by now.

Wang Xuan walked over step by step and said indifferently: "The bloodline of the Demon Dragon Clan in the Hell Realm seems to be very mixed. Except for your still strong physique, you have lost a lot of things as a dragon."

"Kill you!"

The evil dragon roared and rushed towards Wang Xuan to strangle him. The sharp bone spurs and hard dragon scales on its body were its natural weapons.

But Wang Xuan's reaction and actions were so fast.
He leaped up, and when he landed, the mighty thunder dragon in his hand pierced straight into the head of the demon dragon, intending to kill it directly.

"Roar!"

The evil dragon roared, and immediately disappeared into the earth, its figure disappearing out of sight.

It knew that if it didn't escape, it would probably die here.

Wang Xuan put away his sword. Talking about reason, morality and law in the hell world is like playing the lute to a cow. These things are meaningless and only belong to human civilization.

When you are far away from human civilization, without shelter and without the need for restraint, and everything depends on your own strength.

How could such an environment not be like a return to primitive times? The most fundamental need for survival is to rely on violence and killing.

"Killing and violence are the most primitive and instinctive forces that living beings can unleash in order to survive. In times of darkness, they are the most powerful and the only forces that living beings can rely on."

Wang Xuan's passion gradually subsided. Being on the mother planet was like being in the light. He did not need to possess only primitive power. In order to maintain social order, this primitive power even needed to be restrained.

Once abused, it will not only destroy others but also oneself.

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

Individual survival requires violence and killing, but life requires wisdom, order, stability, and so many other things.

(End of this chapter)