There was only one day left until the Ultimate Youth Elite Tournament.

On this day, Shaoqing decided to let nature take its course. She did not comprehend the devil, did not practice the sword, and did not use space.

Relax, free.

The demon beast army had retreated two days ago, and the villagers had all moved back.

Shaoqing decided to roam the countryside, to see the myriad worlds, to enjoy his three lifetimes and two lifetimes.

Actually, he also had the guilt of having just stepped into the path of cultivation, so he had to get rid of these bandits.

Arriving at a village, he looked at the youth. The simple and honest villagers didn't ask about the background of the Young Master and enthusiastically invited him to the village as a guest.

Eating, eating with the simple rural people, Shaoqing felt home.

The Young Sovereign worked for them, and the Young Sovereign, who knew all about farming, was no more skilled at it than he was at using a sword during a battle.

In an hour, he had completed the tasks that ten people had to do in a month.

Ever since he had been possessed, Shaoqing felt that only bloodthirst could vent out his emotions.

It could be said that being close to nature and enjoying the countryside was also very satisfying.

He politely declined the invitation from the villagers and went to another village.

This village was a slave village, controlled by a slave owner of the First Sky of Spiritual Qi. He was the boss of thousands of poor people in the surrounding five villages.

Slave, work for him, profit.

Under his command were five ninth level spirit sense great generals, and then a hundred men to suppress the villagers.

Arriving at the village, he saw the tyrannical people who were bullying the people. However, in his heart, he felt a surge of emotions as he walked towards them.

"Go, this is not a place a child like you can come to." A scarred old man anxiously said, "Let's go! If we are discovered, we won't be able to leave!"

"Hur hur, thank you." They're the ones who squeezed you. " Shaoqing smiled, but he actually felt a wave of discomfort in his heart.

"Smelly old man, I'm not working. What are you doing here?" As he spoke, a seventh heaven of spiritual sense's little leader lashed out at the old man with his whip.

Xiao Qing did not move, but that space seemed to have become very still.

The whip could not get down, so it floated in the air.

The face of the little head was also very strange. It could be red, purple, white, or black.

"Damaged my dignity? Then look at those people that you destroyed! " The Young Master pointed his finger at the people who were being squeezed. The so-called hard work.

"Everyone has their freedom. All of you deserve to die. This is my trial." Shaoqing said calmly.

"F * ck me, who do you think you are? Brothers, attack. Kill this wet behind the ears brat." A leader who was at the peak of the eighth level of spiritual sense, along with a dozen of his subordinates, attacked the Young Master with an ordinary weapon.

He still didn't move. The weapons were all broken.

All of a sudden, an extremely vicious fellow recognized Shaoqing, "He, he is the pervert who won the battle against Beamon in the eleventh round. I happen to have seen him before. Brothers, run away quickly."

The moment his voice sounded, his face was filled with shock and fear.

Flee!

However, all of the dozen of them died without having to do anything.

A beam of light pierced through his forehead.

"You are free now." Shaoqing flew into the sky, leaving behind this sentence.

He had also killed the biggest slave owner, the one with the first sky of spiritual energy. As for his five Scorpion Tigers, two of them were just right there, so Shaoqing had easily killed them and then specifically killed the other three Scorpion Tigers.

As for the others, Shaoqing didn't care about them, and he couldn't care less.

No, he did not listen to the praises of the liberated people.

If one was weak, they would be bullied or even lose their freedom.

Once you become strong, others will try to curry favor with you.

This was the law of the jungle, the law of the jungle.

Shaoqing couldn't change the situation, and he didn't want to change the situation either. His actions were as he wished.

Demons were only for the sake of free and unfettered. Tens of thousands of demons were the same.

Just do what you want, don't force yourself.

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"Halt." A few bandits with large sabers rushed over. Seeing that Shaoqing had returned to his original state, how could these people be able to tell?

Arriving at the bandit's nest, he managed to catch them all in one fell swoop.

The three hundred bandits were all dead, and each time they managed to survive, even a Second Sky of Spirit Energy Great Master would die in one hit.

A legend began to spread throughout the city.

There was a Demon God Slayer who had a grudge with a Thief, killing another bandit in succession.

Feral Wolf Gang, fifth peak mountain, Heavy Kingdom Alliance.

A few larger bandit nests had all been singlehandedly picked out.

The difference was less than two hours.

"Don't, don't kill me, I can give you all the things I've robbed these years." The Demon Bandit Head fearfully said that all the powerhouses under his command had been killed in one strike, and even the powerhouse he had invited to protect his life had died. And when he saw this youth in front of him, he couldn't help but conceal his fear.

With a single sword strike, his head fell.

All the large bandits and robbers within ten thousand miles of the city had been wiped out.

How could this be said for a bigger one? It had a spiritual sense of the ninth heaven, and it had done evil things to massacre villages.

Smoke was everywhere, but only one person.

A total of three thousand people were slaughtered by the Young Master.

His demonic energy was very tyrannical, and his killing intent was terrifying.

However, Shaoqing did not regret it, because those he killed all had blood on their hands.

The path of demon was the path of unfettered freedom.

He dared to love and hate them. Since they didn't cherish their lives, why should he cherish their lives?

Just kill him.

Domineering, but invulnerable.

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Working for the villagers, eating with the villagers; rescuing and killing the slave masters who oppressed the people, the bullies who bullied the people by their strength; slaughtering and killing the bandit gangs who were rich in blood and debts, dissolving those gangs who did not have too many blood debts and were not notorious for their voluntary banditry.

He had done these three things on this day.

The first, the Shaoqing heart is close to nature, relaxed very well, did not comprehend, but the heart is comfortable.

The second way was for Shaoqing to seek control and to yearn for strength more. After comprehending the devil, he would understand the concept of free and unfettered freedom.

The third method stimulated the blood thirst of the Young Master, but it also trained his self-restraint ability. He could do things for the people and simply enjoy himself.

One day he asked, "Why? Who is the devil?"

Yes, he asked her about it one day, so she could take it naturally.

Killing, slaughtering, and bloodthirsty.

Demons were used to control destiny.

It was for his family, for himself, for controlling his fate.

The direction of a person's life was very important.

Who was the devil?!

For himself!

Everything was up to him.

Slave owner, villager, bandit, bloodbath day.

Everything was just a passing cloud. There was no need to turn back now, because the past had already passed.

There was no way back to time.

Right or wrong, this is my understanding of the Devil anyway. I will tyrannically say this, if this old man comprehended just like that, how can that be?!