The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady
chapter-2035

"Greetings, our Lord!"

The deafening roar echoed over the venue; all the undead showed their most pious posture at this moment.

The Ancestor of the Undead!

The one who ruled over the Howling Abyss without any objection!

Shen Yanxiao carefully observed the appearance of the Ancestor of the Undead.

The iconic gray skin of the undead; the strong and handsome facial features that appeared particularly cold and stiff. Shen Yanxiao had seen many peerless and handsome faces, but she had never seen a face with cold breath that was similar to that of the Ancestor of the Undead.

He just stood there in front of all the undead without any expression on his face, but it was as if the ice buried deep in the sea had engulfed the earth.

The coldness of Xiu was like an iceberg that never melted for thousands of years, which left people in awe, and also made them dare not approach.

Meanwhile, the coldness of the Ancestor of the Undead was like the bitterest cold wind in the frosty winter that brought an eerie atmosphere. That face close to a morbid beauty, those eyes without a trace of emotion; like the sickle of the God of Death, they could erase the human soul with a gentle sweep.

It came from the beauty of death.

The years hadn’t left any traces on the face of the Ancestor of the Undead. If Shen Yanxiao had not known that this overlord of an undead had existed tens of thousands of years ago, she feared that she would regard him as Mingye’s older brother.

That face that had five points of similarity to that of Mingye had the tyranny of a ruler that Mingye could only hope to achieve.

Without any emotion, without any fluctuation, precisely like a cold machine.

The Ancestor of the Undead slowly went to the main grandstand, where Mingye had already been waiting for a long time. At the moment when the Ancestor of the Undead landed on the ground, Mingye knelt on one knee and said, with awe and reverence, "Lord Father."

The eyes of the Ancestor of the Undead did not stay half a second on Mingye’s body. He sat down in confidence and with ease, then looked at the competition stage with cold eyes.

After a moment, Mingye rose and stood respectfully behind the Ancestor of the Undead. If one didn’t know that he was the son of the Ancestor, no one would believe it. It seemed that this was how this father and son got along.

Apathy, without a trace of communication.

"The game schedule for the top eight teams are all in place. May Lord Father check." Mingye had prepared the schedule and handed it to the Ancestor of the Undead.

But the Ancestor of the Undead only glanced at it lightly and did not speak a word.

Mingye seemed to be accustomed to his father's attitude; he took a step forward and stood in front of the main grandstand before saying loudly, "The competition between the eight teams officially starts; may the first teams quickly enter."

The undead teenagers, who had been stunned below, acted quite nervously.

From the beginning to the end, the Ancestor of the Undead did not say a word. His slender legs were crossed as he leaned on the back of the chair, supporting his chin with one hand and watching everything in the field with his cold eyes.

"That is the Ancestor of the Undead?" Taotie used their spiritual link to communicate with Shen Yanxiao. As a dark magical beast, he was very sensitive to the death energy in the body of the Ancestor of the Undead. This powerful force was almost the same as the Dragon God’s, even stronger than the present Dragon God.

"Yes." Shen Yanxiao's mood fluctuated a little. She had imagined many forms for the Ancestor of the Undead, but none of them overlapped with the Ancestor in front of her.

The true Ancestor of the Undead left Shen Yanxiao with a certain illusion: as if she had seen the original Xiu in the past, indifferent to everything; as though everything in the world had nothing to do with him, including his own son.

When she first met Xiu, his coldness was almost heartless.