The Ancestor! Please Let Me Go!

Xie Xiaofei was cowed.

Just moments ago, he had been thinking about having a true man-to-man 1v1 battle with Shen Lin. But after recognizing Shen Lin's identity and origins, he instantly cast that thought beyond the ninth heaven.

Even the arrangements he had previously made—so that after Shen Lin killed a fellow Human Race member, he would fight him while carrying a grudge—had now become a death warrant for himself.

The person before him was an existence even the Devil Race found troublesome.

And now, he had thrown Shen Lin's fellow Human Race member right in front of him.

Moreover, it was an old acquaintance of Shen Lin's.

Xie Xiaofei could figure out with his butt that, given Shen Lin's strength, he simply would not care about any damn rules.

Kill an old friend of his own race through tears?

Compared with that choice, Xie Xiaofei felt that Shen Lin was more likely to exterminate the Scorpion Race.

Facing such a life-and-death crisis, his mind spun rapidly.

At this point, forcibly intervening to stop the battle was already impossible.

Since Shen Lin had chosen to conceal his name and participate in the Life-and-Death Arena, he naturally had his own purpose.

If Xie Xiaofei made it too obvious and exposed Shen Lin's identity, ruining his plans, who knew what the other man might do in his fury?

Perhaps the threat of death had cleared his thoughts.

He actually found the best solution in an instant.

Change Shen Lin's opponent first, then worry about the rest.

Not far away, the guard who had just followed his orders and brought Yuwen Fengxian over was dumbfounded.

Wait, weren't you the one who told me to...

Just as he puzzled over it and was about to ask, Xie Xiaofei glared at him.

Killing intent seethed