Whetstone? Is Your Blade Hard Enough?

Entering Mochara Heaven went exceptionally smoothly.

The Rakshasa Race identification provided by Xie Xiaofei easily passed the inspection of the Devil Race patrols.

At the same time, the Devil Race specially sent someone to escort Shen Lin and Yuwen Fengxian into Mochara Heaven.

"Are you going to start the next round of the Life-and-Death Arena immediately, or rest for a while?"

The one leading Shen Lin and Yuwen Fengxian was a young Devil Race soldier.

Although he was young, the aura fluctuations emanating from him showed that he was an Integration Realm cultivator.

Yuwen Fengxian could sense that although they were both in the Integration Realm, if he fought the other man, he might be defeated in less than ten breaths.

One had to know that he could kill ordinary Saint Realm cultivators while fighting above his level, and could even be called a prodigy in the Chaos Sea.

Yet now, even a young man casually dispatched by the Devil Race was actually stronger than him.

For the first time, he gained a direct understanding of the foundations of these great races.

Shen Lin, however, remained calm.

Yuwen Fengxian was actually overthinking things.

This young man from the Devil Race was a rare existence even among the great races.

He was probably equivalent to the True Inheritance Disciples of the Two Forms Holy Land of the Immortal Race.

"Preferably as soon as possible."

Hearing Shen Lin's answer, the young Devil Race man's eyes immediately lit up. He licked his lips and said, "Then, the nearest round of the Life-and-Death Arena will begin tomorrow. Shall I go register you first?"

"All right, thank you!"

The young Devil Race man gave Shen Lin a meaningful look, then pointed toward a building ahead. "You can rest here tonight. Tomorrow morning, someone will take