Deafening roars echoed in the sky above the competition ground, and all the undead assumed the most pious postures.
The ancestor of the undead!
The unquestioning master of the Howling Abyss!
Shen Yanxiao carefully observed the appearance of the ancestor of the undead.
The undead's iconic gray skin and resolute and handsome facial features are particularly cold and hard. Shen Yanxiao has seen many beautiful faces, but he has never seen any face that can have such a cold aura as the ancestor of the undead.
He just stood expressionless in front of the undead, but it was as if he was sweeping the earth with ice buried deep in the sea.
Xiu is so cold, like an iceberg that has never melted for thousands of years, that people are in awe and dare not approach it.
The cooling of the Ancestor of the Undead is like the most biting cold wind in the cold winter, with a creepy aura, almost morbidly beautiful face, and those eyes without a trace of emotion, like the sickle of the god of death, with a gentle sweep, It can erase the human soul.
The beauty that comes from death.
Time has not left any traces on the face of the ancestor of the undead. If Shen Yanxiao had not known that this undead overlord had existed tens of thousands of years ago, she might have regarded him as Ming Ye's brother.
That face was very similar to Ming Ye, but it had a kingly domineering look that Ming Ye could not match.
There is no emotion or fluctuation at all, just like a cold machine.
The ancestor of the undead slowly walked towards the main stand. Above the main stand, Ming Ye had been waiting for a long time. The moment the ancestor of the undead landed, Ming Ye knelt down on one knee and said piously and in awe: "Father."
The ancestor of the undead's eyes did not stay on Ming Ye for even a moment. He sat down gracefully and looked at the competition venue with cold eyes.
Ming Ye stood up after a moment and stood respectfully behind the ancestor of the undead. If he hadn't known that Ming Ye was the son of the ancestor of the undead, no one would have believed that this was how a father and son got along.
Indifferent, no communication at all.
"The competition arrangements for the top eight are all ready. Please check it, father." Ming Ye handed the prepared competition arrangements to the ancestor of the undead.
The ancestor of the undead just glanced at it lightly and did not say a word.
But Ming Ye seemed to have gotten used to his father's attitude. He took a step forward, stood in front of the main stand, and said loudly: "The quarterfinals have officially begun. The first group of teams will enter as soon as possible."
The undead teenagers who were stunned below began to move nervously.
From the beginning to the end, the ancestor of the undead did not say a word. He crossed his slender legs, leaned on the back of the chair, supported his chin with one hand, and watched everything in the field with his cold eyes.
"Is this the ancestor of the undead?" Taotie used a spiritual link to talk to Shen Yanxiao. As a dark monster, he is very sensitive to the death energy in the body of the ancestor of the undead. This powerful force is almost the same as that of the Dragon God, and even , and even stronger than the current Dragon God.
"Yeah." Shen Yanxiao's mood fluctuated a bit. She had imagined various appearances of the ancestor of the undead, but none of them could overlap with the ancestor of the undead in front of her.
The true ancestor of the undead always gave Shen Yanxiao an illusion, as if she had seen the first Xiu, so indifferent and supercilious, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him, including his own biological son.
When I first met Xiu, Xiu was also like this, indifferent to the point of being heartless.