“Greetings, my Lord!”

The deafening roar echoed in the stadium, and all the undead put on their most pious posture.

The Undead Lord!

The ruler of the Howling Abyss without any contest!

Shen Yanxiao carefully observed the appearance of the Undead Lord.

The iconic gray skin of an undead; the firm and handsome facial features that seemed particularly cold and stiff. Shen Yanxiao had seen many beautiful faces, but she had never seen any face that could have such a cold aura as the Undead Lord.

He just stood in front of the undeads expressionlessly, but it was as if ice that was buried deep in the sea had engulfed the earth.

Xiu’s coldness was like an iceberg that would not melt for tens of thousands of years. Other than awe, no one dared to approach him.

The coldness of the Undead Lord was like the bone-chilling cold wind in the cold winter that also brought creepy aura. On his almost morbidly beautiful face, those eyes without a trace of emotion were like the sickle of the Death God. His eyes looked as though it could erase the soul of his enemies with a light glance.

From the beauty of death.

Time did not leave any traces on the face of the Undead Lord. If Shen Yanxiao did not know that this overlord of the undead had existed tens of thousands of years ago, she would probably regard him as Mingye’s brother.

That face that was fifty percent similar to Mingye had the domineering aura of a king that Mingye could not hope to possess.

There was no trace of emotion or fluctuation on that face, just like an ice-cold machine.

The Undead Lord slowly walked to the main grandstand. On the main grandstand, Mingye had been waiting for a long time. The moment the Undead Lord landed on the ground, Mingye knelt on one knee and said piously and respectfully, “Father.”

The eyes of the Undead Lord did not stay on Mingye for half a moment. He sat down gracefully and looked coldly at the venue.

Mingye got up a moment later and stood respectfully behind the Undead Lord. If they did not know that Mingye was the son of the Undead Lord, no one would believe that this was the way a father and son should get along.

Indifferent, without a trace of communication.

“The arrangements for the top eight matches are all in place. Father, please check it out.” Mingye handed over the prepared arrangements to the Undead Lord.

The Undead Lord just glanced at the arrangements lightly and said nothing.

However, Mingye seemed to be accustomed to his father’s attitude. He took a step forward, stood in front of the main grandstand, and loudly said, “The top eight matches have officially begun. The first group of teams should enter the venue as soon as possible.”

The undead teenagers, who were stunned below, began to move nervously.

From beginning to end, the Undead Lord did not say a word. He crossed his slender legs and leaned against the back of the chair. He propped his chin with one hand and watched everything with his cold eyes.

“That is Undead Lord?” Taotie spoke to Shen Yanxiao through their spiritual link. As a dark magical beast, he was very sensitive to the death energy in the body of the Undead Lord. This powerful force was almost the same as that of the Dragon God, or even stronger than the current Dragon God.

“Yes.” Shen Yanxiao’s mood fluctuated a little. She had imagined various appearances of the Undead Lord, but none of them overlapped with the one in front of her.

The real Undead Lord always gave Shen Yanxiao an illusion. It was back when she had met Xiu for the first time, indifferent to everything, as if everything in the world had nothing to do with him, including his own son.

When she first met Xiu, he was also like this, cold and heartless.