#2035 Ancestor of the Dead (3)
"Meet my king!"
The deafening roar echoed over the arena, and all the undead put on the most pious gestures.
The ancestor of the dead!
The undisputed master of the Howling Abyss!
Shen Yanxiao carefully observed the appearance of the ancestor of the undead.
The undead's characteristic gray skin, and the resolute and handsome facial features are extraordinarily cold. 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 in front of the undead with a blank face, but it seemed that he was sweeping the earth with ice buried deep in the bottom of the sea.
Xiu's coldness is like an iceberg that will not melt for thousands of years, people are in awe and dare not approach it.
The cooling of the ancestor of the undead is like the most piercing cold wind in the cold winter, with a creepy breath, almost morbidly beautiful face, those eyes without a trace of emotion, like the scythe of death, gently sweep, can erase the soul of a person.
From the beauty of death.
The years did not leave any traces on the face of the ancestor of the undead, if Shen Yanxiao knew that this overlord of the undead existed tens of thousands of years ago, she would probably regard him as Ming Ye's elder brother.
That face is five points similar to Ming Ye's, but has a king's arrogance that Ming Ye can't match.
There is no trace of emotion, nor the slightest fluctuation, just like a cold machine.
The ancestor of the undead slowly walked towards the main stand. On 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 reverently and in awe: "Father."
The ancestor of the undead did not linger on Ming Ye for a moment, he sat down gracefully, and looked coldly at the playing field.
Ming Ye got up after a while, and stood respectfully behind the ancestor of the dead. If he didn't know that Ming Ye was the son of the ancestor of the dead, no one would believe it. This is the way a father and son get along.
Indifferent, without a trace of communication.
"The match schedule for the quarterfinals is all ready, please check it out." Ming Ye handed the prepared match schedule to the ancestor of the undead.
The ancestor of the undead just glanced lightly, without saying a word.
Ming Ye, however, seemed to have gotten used to his father's attitude, so he took a step forward, stood in front of the grandstand, and said loudly, "The quarter-finals, the official start, the first group of teams enter the arena as soon as possible."
The undead teenagers who were stunned below started to act nervously.
From the beginning to the end, the ancestor of the undead did not say a word. His slender legs were crossed, leaning on the back of the chair, resting his chin with one hand, watching everything in the arena with those cold eyes.
"This is the ancestor of the undead?" Taotie used a spiritual link to talk to Shen Yanxiao. As a dark-type beast, he is very sensitive to the death energy in the ancestor of the undead. This powerful force is almost the same as that of the dragon god. , even stronger than the current Dragon God.
"En." Shen Yanxiao's mood fluctuated a little, she had imagined various appearances of the ancestor of the dead, but none of them could overlap with the ancestor of the dead in front of her.
The real ancestor of the undead always gave Shen Yanxiao an illusion, as if when she saw the original Xiu, she was indifferent to everything, as if everything in this world had nothing to do with him, including his own biological son.
When I first met Xiu, Xiu was also like this, indifferent to ruthless.