Cold Snow Saber Venerable

How many years had it been since the Life-and-Death Arena had begun?

Most of the Devil Race could no longer remember.

Even the elders still seated on the platform now could not give an exact answer.

But there was one thing they could be certain of.

That was, after so many Life-and-Death Arenas, not one result had ever been like this...

Sloppy?

Or should it be called... sweeping away dead leaves before a mighty wind?

It was not as if there had never been chaotic melees like this one. Some had even been far more disorderly than what was happening now.

But never had one ended so quickly.

Which of the cultivators who made it to the final round of the Life-and-Death Arena was not a battle-hardened, powerful existence?

The gap between them could not have been very large.

Even an existence like the Devil Race's patriarch, at the peak of the Venerable Realm, would have to endure a bitter struggle if caught in a group assault.

But now, with just one saber strike!

Shen Lin had basically swept all his opponents from the arena.

The arena, which had gathered at least hundreds of millions of spectators, had fallen eerily silent.

Countless people stared at the Human Race figure standing in the arena. For a moment, they did not know how to react.

At that moment, Shen Lin's deep voice broke the strange silence.

"Cold Snow Saber Saint! I challenge you!"

The instant those words left his mouth, the silent spectator stands erupted.

Countless people howled excitedly, pounding everything in front of them.

The victor of the final round of the Life-and-Death Arena could choose any member of the Devil Race to challenge.

The victor would obtain everything belonging to their opponent—their status, position, resources, and cultivation techniques.

If the