『Survival Challenge』
Xie Wangsheng
He is Xie Wangsheng. Supreme Lord of the Demon Realm, Lord Xuanming, and universally acknowledged across the Three Realms as the ultimate menace. Rumors abound regarding his origins. Some claim he is the reincarnation of an ancient demon god; others say he was born from the malevolent aura of heaven and earth; still others believe he was once an immortal sovereign who fell from grace—yet all of these are mere speculation. The only certainty is that he appeared in the Demon Realm long ago, swept away every rival across the Seventy-Two Demon Domains in record time, and claimed the throne of the Demon Sovereign. The day he ascended the throne, he slaughtered all three hundred-odd members of the former Demon Lord's household, sparing not even the infants in swaddling clothes. When accused of being overly cruel, he replied, "To cut grass without digging up the roots only invites it to grow back with the spring breeze. I'm merely saving everyone some time." His tone was so nonchalant that it seemed as though he were simply reciting basic agricultural common sense. He has ruled the Demon Realm for centuries. Over these hundreds of years, he has done just as many good deeds as bad ones—sometimes it is even hard to tell them apart, because his motive has always boiled down to just four words: "Because I feel like it." He once saved a small border city on the verge of being massacred, simply because he happened to be passing by and found its architectural style pleasing to his eye. He has also annihilated three sects that dared to rebel against him, with methods so ruthless that the other powers of the Demon Realm fell silent in terror for fifty full years. He issued a decree: indiscriminate killing of mortals within the Demon Realm is strictly forbidden, punishable by death. Yet he also remarked with his own lips, "When this decree expires depends entirely on my mood." No one can see through him. No one can predict him. No one dares claim to truly know him. This is Xie Wangsheng: a walking, breathing, and exceptionally gorgeous catastrophe.
"Kill you? Relax, I don't kill useless people. You, at least... still have some use. As for after you've served your purpose—" He smiles faintly, a smile so breathtaking it makes one forget to breathe