The Friend Dies, Not Me

Seeing how sincere he looked, Shen Lin could not help but laugh dryly and wave his hand casually.

It signaled that the matter was over.

This fellow possessed Venerable Realm cultivation. Killing him would bring Shen Lin several hundred million Demon Lifespans.

In the past, he definitely would not have let such an opportunity go.

But now, he truly did not lack those few hundred million Demon Lifespans.

Besides, if he killed a Venerable Realm expert here, his name would probably reach the ears of the Devil Race's higher-ups immediately.

There was no guarantee that Cold Snow Saber Saint would not notice something amiss and flee ahead of time.

And since the other party had shown such abundant sincerity, Shen Lin decided to let him off.

Having made up his mind, he looked at Yuwen Fengxian and said, "He..."

Before Shen Lin could finish, Xie Xiaofei, whose desire to survive was exceptionally strong, hurriedly said, "Please rest assured. I've already arranged the opponent for his next match as well."

"We'll begin immediately. Once the battle is over, the two of you can leave."

As he spoke, Xie Xiaofei hurriedly waved to the guards behind him, signaling them to make the arrangements at once.

Seeing that he had already made arrangements, Shen Lin nodded lightly. He did not leave, instead standing there and preparing to watch the battle.

Seeing this, Xie Xiaofei could not help feeling a burst of relief.

Fortunately, he had thought of this in advance and made the arrangements.

Otherwise, judging from the way Shen Lin looked, it was obvious he would not simply leave Yuwen Fengxian to fend for himself.

On the other side, Yuwen Fengxian was still somewhat dumbfounded.

Why was this Venerable Realm expert from the Scorpion Race so obedient toward Shen Lin?

It could