Seeing Muria's sword, imbued with the Laws of Death, the Sun God was fully focused, standing ready for battle, yet he seemed effortlessly unwavering on the surface.
"If this sword had been wielded by the Emperor of old, I would definitely have avoided it by miles, but you are not up to par."
The cry of the Divine Bird echoed behind the Sun God, where, from a massive golden Fireball, ten Divine Birds with wingspans over a thousand meters each emerged.
Capable of emitting crisp cries, they then flew directly towards Muria's Sword Qi, like moths to a flame, and forcibly extinguished Muria's attack.
"Positions like the Death God, what suitability is there to question? The first time might feel unfamiliar, but by the second it already feels nearly natural, and as you continue, it becomes more proficient."
Muria completely ignored the Sun God's nonsensical talk, without a hint of agitation in his heart, "Don't believe it? Just watch."