Killing.
To humans, it was an unwelcome means of action. But for beasts, slaughter was an instinct carved deep into their bones, born from their souls. The way fierce beasts survived was through killing; this was also the greatest difference between beasts and humans.
Bai Yujun was, in truth, bloodthirsty to the core. From the moment she had broken out of her shell, her life as a snake had been destined to be drenched in blood.
It was an instinct, and in terms of momentum, it surpassed more than a dozen people.
After all, treating killing as a means and treating killing as commonplace were fundamentally different. Humans lacked that savage edge. In battle and slaughter, one had to be ruthless not only toward enemies, but toward oneself. Only the ruthless could win. If one did not even have that fierceness, what battle was there to fight? Better to go home early and enjoy a life of ease.
Beneath the cover of water snakes dancing amid spells that filled the sky, Bai Yujun closed in on one of the monks.
Her entire body tensed as she gathered strength, then she launched another instant burst of speed!
Perhaps the unlucky fellow whose throat had been torn apart earlier had warned the rest. The monk resisted, wielding his Demon Subduing Pestle in retaliation. But what he had not expected was for the White Snake to raise a hand and take it head-on. Of course—demonic beasts possessed powerful physiques and tough scales. Catching a weapon barehanded was no difficult feat.
In an instant, her slender hand struck the Demon Subduing Pestle, Snake Scales appearing as the clash rang out like metal against iron!
He had blocked it! The monk rejoiced. As long as he had stopped the sudden attack, his senior and junior