Qian Daoliu shifted his gaze from Ning Liu to his granddaughter, Qian Renxue.
In that instant, all the gloom, resentment, and anger in his eyes transformed into boundless pride and self-satisfaction.
It was a kind of unwavering certainty that came with everything being staked and a firm belief that victory was inevitable.
"good."
He straightened his spine, and the aura of a peerless Douluo returned to him.
"Xue'er is the chosen one of the angels, possessing divine blood and unparalleled talent throughout the ages."
"Inheriting the divine throne is her destined fate. Her future lies in the stars and the sea, in the realm of the gods!"
These words were less a reply to Ning Liu and more a declaration, a reminder to Ning Liu.
Angel God, a first-class deity.
This is the true source of confidence for Qian Daoliu and the Spirit Hall to stand at the pinnacle of the continent.
Qian Renxue stood there quietly, her golden eyes showing no emotion as she listened to her grandfather's words.
That supreme divine position was already within her grasp.
Ning Liu looked at the confident grandmother and grandson, and his smile deepened.
He neither refuted nor argued.
He simply leaned back comfortably in his chair, and then, gently, released a wisp of his own breath.
A chilling and deathly stillness, indescribable in words, enveloped everyone's hearts.
It wasn't a drop in temperature, but a shiver that came from the depths of my soul.
A faint smell of blood seemed to permeate the air.
It's more like a metaphysical "concept".
Slaughter, trial, order, supremacy.
The sacred and noble expression on Qian Renxue's face froze instantly.
She involuntarily took a step back, her pretty face turning deathly pale, her golden pupils contracting sharply as she stared intently at the still calm and collected young man.
Qian Daoliu's reaction was even worse than hers.
This peerless Douluo, a level 99 expert and one of the strongest on the continent, felt his legs go weak the moment he sensed that aura, and he slumped back into his chair.
His wrinkled old face had lost all color, leaving only a deathly gray.
His lips trembled, and his deep eyes were no longer solemn or apprehensive, but filled with an extreme and subversive horror.
"Shura...Shura..."
He squeezed out two words through gritted teeth.
As the guardian of the angels, he understood better than anyone the difference in rank between gods.
Angel God, a first-level deity, is an incomparably powerful being in the divine realm.
However, there are a very few who are above all first-level gods.
They are the enforcers of the divine realm, the rule-makers, and the true supreme gods.
The Five... God Kings!
The Asura God is the god-king who governs slaughter and judgment!
At that moment, all the chaotic clues in Qian Daoliu's mind were instantly connected.
Tang Chen!
The man who was his equal, and even slightly superior, had the opportunity to undergo the test of the God of Asura back then!
No wonder!
No wonder someone as talented as Tang Chen would willingly follow Ning Liu!
I see!
It turns out that this seemingly young sect leader of the Glazed Heaven Sect is actually the true successor chosen by the God of Asura!
Bibi Dong's choice and Tang Chen's following—all of this now has the most reasonable explanation.
Qian Daoliu's mind was buzzing, completely blank.
He originally thought that his biggest trump card was Qian Renxue, the future angel goddess.
But now, a cruel reality is laid out before him.
Even if Qian Renxue successfully becomes a god, how can a newly promoted first-level god contend with an Asura God who holds the power of a god-king?
Qian Daoliu slumped in the chair, his eyes unfocused, as if all his energy had been drained away in an instant.
The room was deathly silent.
Ning Liu withdrew his breath, and the light and temperature in the room instantly returned to normal.
The murderous intent that just now was enough to make even the gods tremble was just an illusion.
He looked at the distraught Qian Daoliu, then at Qian Renxue who was pale and biting her lip, picked up his teacup, and took another sip.
Time passed, second by second.
After an unknown amount of time, Qian Daoliu's unfocused gaze began to refocus.
He took a deep, deep breath, and then slowly exhaled.
He looked at Ning Liu again, his eyes now completely changed.
There was no longer any hostility, warning, or scrutiny there.
Instead, an extremely complex expression appeared, a mixture of awe, helplessness, and... a hint of desperate fervor.
He suddenly straightened his slightly disheveled golden robe and sat up straight again.
On that aged face, a smile that looked more like a grimace was forced out.
He scrutinized Ning Liu from head to toe, his gaze intense, growing more and more satisfied with her appearance and demeanor, nodding repeatedly.
"Sect Master Ning..."
The way he addressed me changed the moment he opened his mouth.
"Truly a dragon among men, a peerless genius unparalleled throughout the ages."
This sudden compliment startled Ning Liu for a moment.
Is this old man driven mad by too much trauma?
Qian Daoliu, however, seemed oblivious to Ning Liu's expression and continued speaking to himself, his tone utterly sincere:
"A figure like Sect Leader Ning must have countless beautiful women around him. However..."
He changed the subject, glancing subtly at his granddaughter behind him.
"I wonder if Sect Leader Ning... is he/she married?"
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