Saint Slayer

In the end, Shen Lin still chose to refuse.

It was true that after becoming the Devil Race's patriarch, he would gain access to more resources and be able to observe countless cultivation techniques.

Even the efficiency of collecting Demon Lifespans would increase by who knew how many times.

The Devil Race was, after all, one of the most top-tier races in the entire Chaos Sea.

Once he became the Devil Race's patriarch, with a single command, he could have countless Devil Race experts scour the Chaos Sea for and capture members of the Demon Race.

If he were ruthless enough, he could even sacrifice the several wicked races under the Devil Race's command to the system, one entire race at a time.

But first, Shen Lin did not want to walk the same path as the Cold Snow Saber Venerable. Second, he had grown accustomed to his own freedom.

The Devil Race's patriarch sounded exceedingly impressive.

But in the end, he would still be working for the Demon Venerable.

Not only that, as the head of a race, it was impossible for him to simply leave such a huge race unattended, right?

Too much trouble.

He still wanted to build his own business and be his own boss.

Outside Mochara Heaven, Shen Lin had finally managed to escape after talking and pleading, and he looked rather bedraggled.

Behind him, the Demon Princess's resentful gaze nearly pierced through his back.

Only after he had flown far away did he let out a long sigh of relief.

He glanced around before flying toward the place he had previously agreed on with Yuwen Fengxian.

However, the moment he arrived nearby, he froze.

Sure enough, Yuwen Fengxian was waiting for him up ahead.

But he was not alone.

A bearded man with a