Subsequently, the pure and extreme killing intent cast a faint blood color over the entire life space.
Di Tian was lying on the ground, his blood-red dragon eyes staring at Ning Liu. He was not looking at a person, but at an sworn enemy.
The image of the Dragon God being beheaded has been haunting him like a nightmare for eternity, and the breath in front of him was the source of that nightmare.
The space is eerily silent.
Just when Ditian's suppressed murderous intent was about to explode completely, Ning Liu spoke.
"That's right."
He met the Silver Dragon King's gaze that could penetrate the soul, and his tone was as calm as if he was stating an ordinary fact.
"I am the successor to the throne of God Shura."
As soon as he said this, Ditian let out a low, suppressed roar from the depths of his throat, and the muscles of the huge dragon body tensed.
Had it not been for the Lord's command still echoing in the depths of his soul, he would have torn the human being in front of him into pieces.
However, unexpectedly, the beautiful silver shadow in mid-air slowly shook its head after a brief gaze.
Her voice was cold, with an unquestionable certainty.
"What you have in your hand is not the Shura Demonic Sword."
Ditian was stunned.
Ning Liu's eyelids also twitched slightly.
Xiao Wu hid behind Ning Liu and whispered:
"Isn't it? But this sword looks so scary..."
The Silver Dragon King's eyes fell on the blood-colored sword in Ning Liu's hand. There was a hint of recollection and scrutiny in his silver eyes that contained the stars and the sea.
"The true Shura Demonic Sword is a super artifact, condensed from the most original killing law at the center of the God Realm."
"When the sword comes out, all methods are extinct, the soul withers, and it is stained with more divine blood than the stars you have ever seen."
Her voice paused, as if she was recalling the tragic battle between gods.
"Although your sword has its own shape and meaning, the power of laws in it is mixed and impure, more like..."
"It is pieced together the day after tomorrow, and then forcibly catalyzed by divine thoughts."
"It seems to be growing and taking on a life of its own, but it is still far away from the real Shura Demonic Sword."
The Silver Dragon King's evaluation was precise and harsh, "At best, it has just stepped into the threshold of the artifact."
These words calmed down the turmoil in Ditian's heart, but what followed was a deeper confusion.
Not true?
Then what is going on with this divine power?
What the hell is this human being doing?
After Ning Liu heard this, instead of feeling embarrassed about being exposed, he smiled calmly.
"His Royal Highness the Silver Dragon King, has a keen eye like a torch."
He flipped his wrist, and the Shura Demon Sword disappeared, and the suffocating killing aura also dissipated.
"This is indeed not the original Shura Demonic Sword."
"It was evolved by me by chance, based on another semi-artifact, integrating the spiritual thoughts and murderous intent of God Shura."
He raised his head and looked directly at the silhouette of the Silver Dragon King, the blood mark between his eyebrows still clear.
"But my inheritance is absolutely true. Otherwise, where did this Shura Divine Seal come from? How can this divine power be faked?"
He did not give the other party a chance to continue questioning. He changed the subject and glanced at Di Tian, who was still glaring at him.
"As for what Senior Di Tian said about the Shura Divine Sword killing the Dragon God..."
Ning Liu's face showed a hint of just the right amount of surprise.
"There is no such paragraph in my inheritance memory. Today, I have heard it for the first time."
His expression became serious and his voice became calm.
"God Shura is God Shura, and I am me."
"My name is Ningliu."
"What I do is based on my heart only, and has nothing to do with the grudges of the past eternity!"
These words are loud and reverberate in this independent space.
Xiao Wu looked up at Ning Liu's profile, her big eyes shining with admiration.
Di Tian seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Inherited his divine throne, took his artifact, and now you want to sever the relationship?"
"How can anything in the world be so cheap!"
"You humans, The most cunning! This is just another lie you fabricated to gain the Lord’s trust!”
Di Tian’s golden dragon eyes were once again filled with anger and hatred,
"Do you think we will believe it?" He lied!"
"This person's intentions are sinister and cannot be trusted! He and God Shura must be of the same species!"
The atmosphere in the entire space dropped to freezing point again.
Ning Liu did not defend himself any further.
He stood quietly, looking at the Silver Dragon King calmly.
He knew that the decision-making power was in her hands.
In midair, the silver shadow became silent.
Her eyes stayed on Ning Liu's face for a long, long time, as if she was examining his soul, and as if she was looking through him and through eternity.
For a long time.
Just when Di Tian was restless and thought that the Lord would order this human being to be killed on the spot, the cold voice of the Silver Dragon King sounded again.
There are only four words.
"Don't be anxious, Emperor Tian."
Ditian's anger and anxiety were instantly extinguished by this voice.
He was lying on the ground, the huge dragon head lowered unwillingly, and a puzzled whimper came from his throat.
Silver Dragon King's eyes never left Ning Liu from the beginning to the end.
Complex emotions flashed through those silver eyes that understood everything.
In the end, she said something to the unwilling Di Tian and to the calm-looking Ning Liu.
“I believe him.”