Then, that pure and extreme killing intent shrouded the entire living space in a faint crimson hue.
Di Tian, prostrate on the ground, stared intently at Ning Liu with his blood-red dragon eyes. He wasn't looking at a person, but at an irreconcilable enemy.
The image of the Dragon God being slain has haunted him like a nightmare for countless ages, and the aura before him is the source of that nightmare.
The space was eerily silent.
Just as Di Tian's suppressed killing intent was about to explode, Ning Liu spoke.
"That's right."
He met the Silver Dragon King's gaze, which seemed to pierce through his soul, and spoke calmly as if stating a perfectly ordinary fact.
"I am the successor to the position of the God of Asura."
Upon hearing this, Di Tian let out a suppressed growl from deep within his throat, his massive dragon body muscles tensing.
If it weren't for the Lord's command still echoing deep within his soul, he would have already torn this human before him to shreds.
However, unexpectedly, the beautiful silver phantom in mid-air slowly shook its head after a brief moment of staring.
"No."
Her voice was clear and cold, carrying an undeniable certainty.
"What you hold is not the Asura Demon Sword."
Di Tian was taken aback.
Ning Liu's eyelids twitched slightly.
Xiao Wu hid behind Ning Liu and muttered to herself:
"Isn't it? But this sword looks really scary..."
The Silver Dragon King's gaze fell on the blood-red longsword in Ning Liu's hand, and a trace of reminiscence and scrutiny was revealed in his silver eyes that contained the stars and the sea.
"The true Asura Demon Sword is a super artifact, formed from the most fundamental killing laws of the God Realm's core."
"When the sword is drawn, all laws are extinguished, and the soul withers. The divine blood stained on it is more than the stars you have ever seen."
Her voice paused, as if she were recalling that brutal war of gods.
"Your sword, though it has form and intent, possesses a complex and impure power of laws, more like..."
"It was pieced together later and then forcibly catalyzed by divine sense."
"It seems to be still growing and has developed its own life, but it is still a long way from becoming a true Asura Demon Sword."
The Silver Dragon King's assessment was precise and harsh: "At best, he has only just stepped into the threshold of becoming a divine artifact."
These words calmed the turmoil in Di Tian's heart slightly, but what followed was a deeper confusion.
It's not true?
What is this divine power?
What on earth is this human doing?
Upon hearing this, Ning Liu felt no embarrassment at being exposed; instead, he smiled calmly.
"Your Highness, the Silver Dragon King, has discerning eyes."
With a flick of his wrist, the Asura Demon Sword vanished, and the suffocating aura of slaughter dissipated as well.
"This is definitely not the original Asura Demon Sword."
"It was created by me through a chance encounter, based on another semi-divine artifact, and evolved by fusing the divine will and killing intent of the Asura God."
He raised his head and stared directly at the phantom of the Silver Dragon King, the blood-red mark between his brows still clearly visible.
“But my lineage is absolutely genuine. Otherwise, where would this Asura God Seal come from? And how could this divine power be faked?”
He didn't give the other party a chance to continue asking questions. He changed the subject and glanced at Di Tian, who was still glaring at him angrily.
"As for what Senior Di Tian said about the Asura Divine Sword slaying the Dragon God..."
A perfectly timed look of surprise appeared on Ning Liu's face.
“This passage is not in my inherited memory. Today is the first time I have heard of it.”
His expression turned serious, and his voice became deep and resonant.
"The Asura God is the Asura God, and I am me."
"My name is Ning Liu."
"My actions are solely based on my own conscience and have nothing to do with grudges from ancient times!"
These words, spoken with resounding force, echoed in this secluded space.
Xiao Wu looked up at Ning Liu's profile, her big eyes sparkling with admiration.
But Di Tian seemed to have heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Nonsense!"
He could no longer contain himself and roared out.
"You inherited his divine position and took his divine artifacts, but now you want to sever ties?"
"There's no such thing as a free lunch!"
"You humans are the most cunning! This is just yet another lie you've fabricated to gain the Lord's trust!"
Di Tian's golden dragon eyes were once again filled with rage and hatred.
Do you think we'd believe that?!
His massive dragon head abruptly turned towards the phantom of the Silver Dragon King, and he said urgently:
"My lord, please don't be fooled by him!"
"This person is malicious and absolutely cannot be trusted! He and the Asura God must be birds of a feather!"
The atmosphere in the entire space plummeted to freezing point once again.
Ning Liu did not offer any further explanation.
He stood quietly, looking calmly at the Silver Dragon King.
He knew that the decision was in her hands.
In mid-air, the silver phantom fell silent.
Her gaze lingered on Ning Liu's face for a very long time, as if she were examining his soul, or as if she were looking through him and seeing through the ages.
for a long time.
Just as Di Tian was getting anxious, thinking that his master would order the human to be killed on the spot, the Silver Dragon King's cold voice rang out again.
There are only four characters.
"Emperor Tian, do not be hasty."
Di Tian's anger and anxiety were instantly extinguished by this voice.
He lay prostrate on the ground, his enormous dragon head bowing resentfully, emitting a muffled sob of confusion from his throat.
The Silver Dragon King's gaze never left Ning Liu from beginning to end.
A complex emotion flashed across those all-seeing silver eyes.
Finally, she spoke a sentence to the resentful Di Tian and the calm Ning Liu.
"I believe him."
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