The Good for Nothing Seventh Young Lady

Translator : Raz P., White Sky

“War God…” The Dragon God looked at the silent Xiu.

The voice of the Ancestor of the Undead emitted a series of sombre laughter.

Suddenly, Xiu ferociously reached out and clutched the neck of the Ancestor of the Undead, then he lifted him from the ground and placed him against the wall.

His strong and forceful hand cracked the wall behind the Ancestor of the Undead.

“It’s none of my business.” Xiu calmly watched the twisted smile on Yaksha’s face fade away a little bit heavily squeezed throat was about to be broken.

The Ancestor of the Undead who could easily defeat Taotie was powerless in the face of Xiu.

Second, he was always just second.

“War God! Don’t kill him…” Seeing that Xiu was about to strangle Yaksha alive, the Dragon God immediately opened his mouth and shouted.

Xiu didn’t show any hint of loosening his hands. The tighter his grip, the paler Yaksha’s face was. But Yaksha wasn’t struggling a bit either. He just looked at

Xiu with eyes full of sarcasm and laughter.

It was like he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

Shen Yanxiao’s physical condition had recovered to a certain extent. She watched Yaksha’s neck bein pinched to death, and her heart was alarmed!

“Xiu! Don’t kill him!”

Xiu’s action immediately stopped as soon as Shen Yanxiao made a sound. He slowly released his hand and looked at Yaksha coldly.

If Taotie hadn’t notied Vermillion Bird of the danger in the rst instant, they would not have arrived in such a short time. When he thought that Shen

Yanxiao would have died if he had come a little later… he would have liked to turn Yaksha’s bones into ashes very much.

Yaksha sat on the oor, paralyzed against the wall. A great mockery could be seen on his handsome face.

Suddenly, he laughed out loud, and his laughter made one’s hair stand on end.

“Asura, why didn’t you kill me?” Yaksha seemed to have laughed enough, he looked at Xiu with an expression of someone that had suered a crushing defeat.

“I’ve kept the Asura’s Blade for you all this time. You can kill me completely with it. I almost killed the experimental body. Are you not going to kill me? If you don’t kill me, I will lay my hands on her again. Also, the Devil Race will come back to the world; I will continue to take the undead to join the ranks of the Devil Race. But if you kill me now, all of this will be over.” Yaksha leaned against the wall with a distorted smile on his handsome face.

Xiu didn’t look at Yaksha.

Shen Yanxiao stood up with the help of Vermillion Bird. She was surprised by the identity of the Ancestor of the Undead. Although she did not know what the name Yaksha meant…

But the superior god…

Why did the Lord God arrange for a superior god to be the ruler of the Undead?

And why should they want the undead be thoroughly eradicated after that?

“Ancestor of the Undead? Or should I call you Yaksha?” Shen Yanxiao looked calmly at Yaksha who almost killed her just now.

Yaksha pursed his lips coldly and seemed to not pay any attention to Shen Yanxiao.

Shen Yanxiao didn’t care about Yaksha’s silence. She raised her head and looked at the constantly quivering Asura’s Blade.

“You keep this sword in the hope that one day, Xiu can use it to end your ridiculous life. You never thought about hurting Xiu when you knew he was still alive. You thought about borrowing his hand to understand yourself, didn’t you?” Shen Yanxiao had gured out that everything Yaksha had done before was to provoke Xiu, in order for Xiu to kill him.

He wholeheartedly wanted to die, so he didn’t need any reason to do anything