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Translator : Raz P., White Sky
“Do you recognize it?” The Ancestor of the Undead narrowed his eyes at Shen Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao hurriedly gasped for breath, trying to squeeze out a few words from her teeth.
“No… Don’t… Recognize… ” Although Shen Yanxiao was lled with pain that almost made her want to die, she could vaguely feel a familiar force that was slowly blending into her own body. The source of this force was the
sword hanging high.
The Ancestor of the Undead slightly raised an eyebrow, apparently not satised with Shen Yanxiao’s answer.
“Then I’ll tell you what this sword is called.” The Ancestor of the Undead slightly paused before saying with a smile, “It’s called the Asura’s Blade. It’s the divine weapon of the rst War God of God Race.”
Shen Yanxiao’s heart shook.
The word ‘Asura’ exploded in her mind like a bomb.
“It’s strange, you don’t recognize the Asura’s Blade, but why do you have the smell of the War God on you?” The Ancestor of the Undead lowered his head and snied at Shen Yanxiao’s neck.
“When Mingye came back, I thought it was strange. Why does my son’s body have the smell of a god, and this smell was also very familiar. Hasn’t the War God been frozen for a long time? It wasn’t until Satan found me and told me that the War God had returned, and that he’s living in a human’s experimental body.
This experimental body has the characteristics of several races, with the faint aura of a god. You are the container where the War God lives.” The Ancestor of the Undead let out a low laugh from his throat. As early as Mingye’s return, the Ancestor of the Undead had noticed that he had a trace of divine
aura on his body, which evoked a profound memory in the Ancestor of the Undead.
On that battleeld of the distant past, the owner of this aura once brought the Ancestor of the Undead close to destruction, memories he could not forget in his whole life. Having contact with it once again made the inner emotions of the Ancestor of the Undead explode completely. Doubts and shock wove together. Until Satan reappeared, and all the answers were revealed to him.
Shen Yanxiao stared at the Ancestor of the Undead incredulously. Satan had really met with him already. Moreover, the intelligence of the Ancestor of the Undead was far beyond Shen Yanxiao’s expectations. With only a few clues, he unmasked the truth of the whole matter.
The intelligence of the Ancestor of the Undead was absolutely the highest among all the rulers Shen Yanxiao had ever met. Unfortunately, now she had no mind to praise the other party’s IQ. Her body hurt so much it felt
like it was going to explode, and the attitude of the Ancestor of the Undead… Made Shen Yanxiao feel she was totally screwed!
“Where is the War God? Let him out, or I don’t mind dismembering you and digging him out myself.” The voice of the Ancestor of the Undead was soft and creepy. Shen Yanxiao sucked in a breath of cold air.
“What? You would really rather not let him come out on your own? Then I have to do it myself.” With a chuckle, the Ancestor of the Undead extended his hand to Shen Yanxiao’s chest. His slender ve ngers brutally pierced the esh in the middle of her chest.
The pain of having her skin and esh pierced made Shen Yanxiao desperately want to die. She wanted to pass out several times, but the Ancestor of the Undead poured his death energy into her body constantly, forcing her to stay awake. Her willpower was awakened and tormented; even Shen Yanxiao could not bear it.
Just when Shen Yanxiao thought she was going to be torn apart alive… A loud noise rang outside of the door, and the Asura’s Blade, hanging high in mid-air, issued a shrill sound at this moment!
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