Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

“But if you hadn’t come here, you wouldn’t have encountered those two gods, and you wouldn’t have gotten hurt. It’s all because of me…” Zhou Ping was still somewhat at a loss.

"Would you blame the people inside just because you got injured while trying to save half the city?" Jiang Shiyuan really felt sorry for Zhou Ping's mentality.

He is always at a loss when faced with the kindness of others, and even finds it difficult to say thank you, as if he rarely experiences such bright and warm moments.

But such a lovely Sword Saint senior deserves all that love and praise.

Zhou Ping naturally wouldn't be angry with anyone else; it was his own choice, but...

“This…this is different.”

“How is it different? You can come to the Misty City alone for half a city, and we can come here to save you.” Jiang Shiyuan was still smiling, and even the mask on her face couldn’t hide her smile.

"In this world, there is no reason why you, as a sword saint, should only give and receive nothing in return."

How could you have thought you were being presumptuous? You're clearly the best person in the world; countless people admire you.

"A lot of people... like me?"

"Of course, Sword Saint Senior, have some confidence! You are the Sword Saint of Great Xia, leading the way for everyone and protecting us." Baili Pangpang's firm voice, braving the strong wind, was like a sharp sword, piercing through the fog in Zhou Ping's heart.

"Your existence is our good fortune. There is no need to blame yourself or doubt yourself. You deserve all the beauty and love in this world."

Zhou Ping stood there, stunned. This was the first time someone had told him that he deserved it.

Does he really deserve it...?

"worth."

Just as if seeing the lingering confusion in Zhou Ping's heart, another firm and powerful voice rang out.

"Your very existence already provides emotional value to everyone!"

"We are happy to be here, even if we can only help you in a little way."

"You deserve it! You're the best!"

One voice after another rang out, like the howling winds all around, gradually dispelling the remaining confusion in Zhou Ping's heart.

Once you know where you're going, any wind is a favorable wind.

As Yuan Gang said, Zhou Ping is a very pure person. He wants to be a great hero and he is willing to shoulder responsibilities.

So after he understood Ye Fan's metaphor, even though he knew what he would encounter upon entering the fog and that no one would come to save him, he still came without hesitation.

But deep down, he still harbored a sliver of hope.

Hopefully... someone will come to save him.

Social anxiety is just a way to protect oneself.

He wasn't born lacking the courage to communicate with others; it was just that his past experiences and deep-seated emotional wounds had caused him to close himself off and minimize his sense of worth.

He was trapped in a vicious cycle of self-doubt, feeling that he was good at nothing except swordsmanship and cleaning. So, while at the military base, he thought every day about running away with his bucket and going back to his third uncle's restaurant to wash his dishes properly.

But now, the regret of not getting it before seems to be made up for in these few words.

Just like the widely circulated saying: people will eventually be trapped by what they cannot obtain in their youth, and they will eventually be able to solve the confusion of their lives by a moment or a scene.

Although he became a sword saint and stood at the pinnacle of human achievement, this strength could not quench his spiritual thirst.

What he always needed were those three words: "You deserve it."

"I deserve it."

Zhou Ping repeated these three words.

He stood atop the somersault cloud, his expression suddenly relaxing, his eyes bright as water, and a radiant smile on his lips.

And within his chest, his crystal-clear heart shone ever brighter.

Until.

In an instant, a crisp sound rang out in Zhou Ping's mind.

As if some shackles had been shattered in an instant, that glass-like heart emitted a dazzling light.

"Lin Qiye!"

Zhou Ping's eyes shone even brighter. He suddenly looked at Lin Qiye and shouted:

"Bring me your sword!"

Lin Qiye was slightly taken aback, then reacted and summoned [Qiyuan] to throw at Zhou Ping.

A surging sword intent swept around them, and Jiang Shiyuan was unable to move under the pressure of this terrifying sword intent, but she stared at Zhou Ping without blinking.

This is a historic moment.

A sincere heart has been clouded; if you want Zhou Ping to break through, you must exchange sincerity for sincerity.

She saw the tip of Zhou Ping's sword slice across the ethereal path, its terrifying sword intent soaring into the sky.

A faint, elusive power of law suddenly descended.

Zhou Ping did it.

He not only broke the shackles of humanity, but he also created the first and only law in history that belongs to humanity.

—The Laws of Swordsmanship.

The moment Zhou Ping grasped the laws of swordsmanship, his aura surged, and a faint divine might emanated from him.

At this moment, he has become a god!

"Sword Saint Senior... he has become a god." How could Jiang Shiyuan not be excited at such a thrilling scene? She grabbed Lin Qiye's hand and felt that her injuries no longer hurt.

"You mean to say that the Sword Saint senior successfully broke through the human ceiling?"

Lin Qiye's eyes were also full of surprise. Yesterday, Yuan Gang told them that Commander Ye believed Zhou Ping was the most likely person to break through the human ceiling. Today, they witnessed this breathtaking scene!

Zhou Ping's tattered clothes fluttered in the strong wind.

"Humanity has reached its limit."

He still had a smile on his face, and under everyone's gaze, he placed his hand on his heart, as if he were feeling something.

"Humans should live in places without ceilings."

Jiang Shiyuan looked at Zhou Ping and suddenly felt a strong sense of anticipation for the day when she would become a god.

Can she become a god?

It should be... possible.

"So, Sword Saint, you're now at the 'God' realm?" Baili Pangpang asked curiously.

Zhou Ping hesitated for a moment, then glanced at the sword in his hand.

"I named it, 'Red Dust Sword Immortal'."

Upon hearing these four words, Jiang Shiyuan sighed. This chilling title had finally arrived...

She leaned close to Baili Pangpang's ear and whispered, "As expected of the Sword Saint, it suits his temperament perfectly, and it also fits my stereotype of him."

"Are you trying to say that Senior Sword Saint is a chuunibyou?" Baili Pangpang whispered.

"You said it, I didn't," Jiang Shiyuan denied.

"It's okay, there's no need to pretend in front of my buddies." Baili Pangpang's voice was even softer. "After all, I think so too."

Zhou Ping: “…”

He thought he had broken through his mental barrier and could calmly face any words, but now he found that he still couldn't.

"Ding--!"

"Huh? Why did Sword Saint Senior leave?" Baili Pangpang asked in confusion.

Lin Qiye looked at Jiang Shiyuan, who seemed a little guilty, and smiled slightly. "He probably went... to slay a god."

Slaying a god—what an exciting phrase!

Jiang Shiyuan was filled with excitement, but she did not forget her mission. Hiding behind Lin Qiye, she began to frantically tap the system panel with her consciousness, calling for spiritual treasures.