A Demon Race Clan Chief Who Clearly Rewards and Punishes

"That coward is dead?"

The Demon Race clan chief, Jin Wuya, raised his head in surprise and looked toward the elder who had come to report.

The Demon Race member who had died at Shen Lin's hands thought he had hidden his cultivation realm well, but how could he possibly fool the upper echelons of the Demon Race?

It was just that, in the eyes of the Demon Race's higher-ups, that fellow was clearly already in the Venerable Realm, yet he had holed up in the second-level Life-and-Death Arena. He was a coward through and through.

There was simply no need to pay him much attention.

At this moment, the elder in charge of the life lamps of all Demon Race members above the Saint Realm nodded and answered in a deep voice:

"His life lamp just went out. I sent people to investigate and confirmed that he died in the arena."

"Oh?"

Jin Wuya arched his brows, suddenly intrigued. "Someone in the second-level arena actually managed to kill him?"

"Which race's Venerable Realm expert came looking for fun?"

In his view, that good-for-nothing was timid and cowardly, daring only to run wild in the second-level arena, but he was still a cultivator in the Venerable Realm, after all.

He shouldn't have been butchered by those in the Saint Realm.

As for Venerable Realm experts, even if they came to participate in a life-and-death battle, they would go straight to the final arena.

However, Elder Zhang's reply left him completely stunned.

"He was not in the Venerable Realm."

"It was a human in the Saint Realm."

"And he only used one punch."

Jin Wuya abruptly raised his head, unable to believe it. "A human in the Saint Realm? And he used only one punch?"

Facing his eyes filled with doubt,