Qian Daoliu's eyes moved away from Ning Liu and fell on his granddaughter Qian Renxue.
At that moment, all the gloom, unwillingness, and resentment in his eyes turned into incomparable pride and complacency.
It is a kind of certainty that you have staked everything and firmly believe that you will win.
Unprecedented in ancient times. "
"Inheriting the divine throne is her destined destiny. Her future is the stars, the sea, and the world of gods!"
These words are not so much an answer to Ning Liu as a declaration and a reminder to Ning Liu.
Angel God, first-level deity.
This is his Qiandaoliu, the Spirit Hall, the real confidence to stand on the top of the continent.
Qian Renxue stood there quietly. When she heard her grandfather's words, there was no wave in her beautiful golden eyes.
That supreme divine position is something within her grasp.
Ning Liu looked at the pair of confident grandparents, and the smile on his face became even stronger.
He did not refute or argue.
He just leaned back on the chair peacefully, and then, gently, released a trace of his own breath.
A kind of indescribable coldness and deathly silence enveloped everyone's hearts.
It was not a drop in temperature, but a shiver originating from the depths of the soul.
The air seemed to be filled with a faint smell of blood.
It is more like a metaphysical "concept".
Killing, judgment, order, supreme.
The sanctity and nobility on Qian Renxue's face solidified at this moment.
She took a step back uncontrollably, her pretty face turned pale, her golden pupils shrank violently, and she stared at the young man who was still calm and calm.
And Qian Daoliu's reaction was even more unbearable than hers.
This ninety-nine-level Peerless Douluo, the pinnacle of the mainland, felt the breath, his legs softened, and he sat back on the chair.
His old wrinkled face had lost all its color, leaving only a deathly gray color.
His lips were trembling, and his deep eyes were no longer solemn or fearful, but filled with an extreme, subversive horror.
He squeezed out two words through his teeth.
As the guardian of the angel god, he knows the rank gap between the gods better than anyone else.
Angel God, a first-level deity, is already an extremely powerful existence in the God Realm.
But there are a few existences that are above all the first-level gods.
They are the law enforcers of the divine realm, the makers of rules, and the true supreme gods.
The five great...god kings!
And God Shura is the divine king in charge of killing and judgment!
At this moment, all the confusing clues in Qian Daoliu's mind were connected in an instant.
Tang Chen!
That man who is as famous as him, and even slightly superior to him, had the opportunity to accept the assessment of God Shura back then!
No wonder!
No wonder Tang Chen, a man as amazing and talented as him, would willingly follow Ning Liu!
That’s it!
It turns out that this seemingly young leader of the Liulitian Sect is the real successor chosen by God Shura...!
Bibi Dong's choice and Tang Chen's following, all of this has the most reasonable explanation.
Qian Daoliu's brain was buzzing and going blank.
He originally thought that his biggest trump card was Qian Renxue, the future angel god.
But now, a cruel fact was before him.
Even if Qian Renxue successfully becomes a god, how can a newly promoted first-level god compete with a Shura god who holds the power of a god king?
Qian Daoliu slumped on the chair, his eyes wandering, as if all his energy had been drained away in an instant.
The room was filled with deathly silence.
Ning Liu took back his breath, and the light and temperature in the room returned to normal instantly.
The murderous intention just now that was enough to make the gods tremble was just an illusion.
He looked at Qian Daoliu who was in despair, and then at Qian Renxue who was pale and biting her lips. He picked up the tea cup and took another sip.
Time passes by minute by minute.
I don’t know how long it took, Qian Daoliu’s distracted eyes began to focus again.
He took a deep, deep breath, and then slowly exhaled it.
He looked at Ning Liu again, his eyes completely changed.
There is no longer any hostility, warning or scrutiny.
Instead, there was an extremely complicated expression, mixed with awe, helplessness, and... a hint of desperate fanaticism.
He suddenly straightened his slightly messy golden robe and sat up straight again.
That old face squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
He looked at Ning Liu up and down with burning eyes. From his appearance to his temperament, he became more and more satisfied as he looked at her, nodding his head frequently.
"Sect Master Ning..."
His title changed as soon as he opened his mouth.
"He is really a dragon among men, a peerless talent that will never be seen in the ages."
This sudden compliment made Ning Liu stunned for a moment.
This old man was so stimulated that he went crazy?
Qian Daoliu didn't seem to notice Ning Liu's expression, and continued to speak in a sincere tone:
"A person like Sect Master Ning must have countless confidantes around him. But..."
He changed the topic and glanced at his granddaughter behind him without trace.
"I wonder if Sect Master Ning...has ever been married?"