Kitchen Knife

Inside the lodgings provided by the Devil Race, Shen Lin and Yuwen Fengxian sat facing each other, dividing up their spoils.

The people in the betting hall had ultimately not let them down.

Even after so many of their companions had vanished, someone had still set their sights on Yuwen Fengxian by the time he left.

It was also possible that those people had been brimming with confidence in their own strength.

After all, someone in the group that had targeted Yuwen Fengxian was in the Venerable Realm.

Only...

Yuwen Fengxian looked at Shen Lin with an odd expression. Whenever he recalled how Shen Lin had blasted that Venerable Realm expert apart with a single emotionless punch, he found the whole thing absurd.

Even though he had already guessed that Shen Lin's current cultivation was definitely above the Venerable Realm,

he had never imagined that one of the Chaos Sea's top-tier Third Step experts would be no different from anyone else before Shen Lin.

"Nearly twenty billion Spirit Nurturing Pearls... Not bad, I suppose."

Shen Lin roughly counted the gains they had made during this period. After thinking it over, he took some more from his Summoning Ring and handed them all to Yuwen Fengxian.

"There's a total of one hundred billion Spirit Nurturing Pearls here."

"Take them for now. Leave Mochara Heaven ahead of schedule today and wait for me outside!"

"If I haven't come looking for you after two days, go straight back to Great Wei. I'll find you later. You're in the Rakshasa Race's territory, right?"

Originally, Shen Lin had planned to keep Yuwen Fengxian with him and head straight to Great Wei after this matter was over.

But now, he had changed his mind.

Logically speaking, winning the Life-and-Death Arena and challenging the Cold Snow Saber