Translator : Raz P., White Sky
The competition between the top eight teams was no longer important to Shen Yanxiao.
She thought that for the Ancestor of the Undead to place the final winner of the competition on Mingye’s side, it showed that he cared very much about his son; however, what Shen Yanxiao saw today was totally different.
The Ancestor of the Undead was, in reality, as indifferent to Mingye as he was to a stranger, without half a word of conversation, without paying him any attention; even if Mingye’s attitude were so modest and clever, he could not win even a moment of his attention.
It seemed that the difficulty of changing the thinking of the Ancestor of the Undead through Mingye made this not so great of an idea.
“Taotie, is there the scent of the devils on the Ancestor of the Undead?” Shen Yanxiao did not find any suspicious figures outside the pair of father and son in the main grandstand.
“I don’t know… His own scent is too strong, even if there were, it would be directly covered by his own scent; unless Satan deliberately left his power on the Ancestor of the Undead, I would not be able to perceive it. If it were Lord Xiu… he should be able to sense it.” Taotie was somewhat helpless. Although he was already a Holy Beast, he had not yet grasped the ability to confront the superior gods.
The strength of the Ancestor of the Undead already belonged to the ranks of the superior gods. Taotie simply could not discern from such a distance. A little neglect on his part and he would be discovered by the Ancestor of the Undead instead, so he was also unable to do anything.
“How strong is he, exactly?” Shen Yanxiao was somewhat surprised. Able to let Taotie say such words; presumably, this Ancestor of the Undead could not be weak.
After all, how could a fellow who could transfer nearly a million undead to the Howling Abyss from such a long distance be weak?
“Lord Xiu, Satan and the father of mini dragon… Other than these three, I can’t find a fourth person better than him. Not the Elf King, the Dragon God… is also a little bit worse; after all, there is no real fusion between the soul and the divine body of the Dragon God.” Taotie tried hard to analyze things for his master.
“…” Shen Yanxiao was really shocked by the analysis of Taotie.
She knew that the Ancestor of the Undead was strong, but she didn’t expect him to be so strong.
Even the Elf King and the Dragon God could not surpass him ah!
If the undead and the devils were allowed to ally together again, then they would face two rivals that were difficult to confront.
Last time, the summoning of the Wings of Death had consumed almost all Shen Yanxiao’s power; it almost killed her. Moreover, if it hadn’t been for the cry of the mini dragon that awakened the Wings of Death, Shen Yanxiao’s strength would not have been sufficient to summon the king of the phantom beasts.
Satan was already enough for Xiu to go all out, but on Shen Yanxiao’s side, they could not find a second strong existence that could compete with the Ancestor of the Undead.
In any case, she could not allow the undead and the devils to ally again!
After realizing the strength of the Ancestor of the Undead, Shen Yanxiao’s conviction became more firm.
Even if the possibilities were slim, she had to put her all into the fight!
On the main grandstand, Mingye stood stiffly. Every movement of the Ancestor of the Undead would cause him to be a little nervous.
“Mingye.” A low and magnetic voice sounded behind Mingye.
Mingye was trembling all over as he immediately turned around.
“Father.”
“This is the selection competition?” The Ancestor of the Undead half-squinted his eyes, and one could see a trace of impatience on his face.
The battle on the field bored him to the extreme.
Mingye held his breath, sweating all over.
“Victory is to live, defeat is to die. That’s what I want to see.” The eyes of the Ancestor of the Undead sparkled with absolute coldness.
