Godslayer: I am the agent of King of Glory heroes

In the silence, a figure draped in a gray cloak appeared in the sky, standing out from nowhere.

He lowered his head, gazing at the figure beneath the stone tablet, and slowly drew the [Yi Yuan] from his waist.

"brush--!"

The arc-shaped, snow-white blade wound was as fast as lightning. Isis below didn't even have time to resist before she lost her ability to move and her body went limp.

In the wind and snow, Wang Mian slowly withdrew the knife from his hand, turned around, and quietly gazed at Jiang Shiyuan.

Jiang Shiyuan was stunned by Wang Mian's impressive move. After a few seconds of eye contact, she waved to him and said, "Hi, Senior Wang, it's been a long time."

"So it was you?" Wang Mian was still wondering who this person was when the beckoning gesture, like that of a lucky cat, made him realize who it was. After recognizing the person, he asked in confusion, "What are you doing?"

It's no wonder Wang Mian found it strange. After all, Jiang Shiyuan was completely unrecognizable in her dark blue armor, and more importantly, the fact that she was dressed so sturdily yet making a flamboyant orchid finger gesture was really an eyesore...

"What am I doing?" Jiang Shiyuan looked down at herself, oblivious to everything, and then fell silent instantly, her lips twitching.

She silently withdrew her delicate hand gestures, her voice carrying a subtle embarrassment as it came through the mask, "Don't worry about these details, you should hurry up and save Lin Qiye."

Wang shook his head, then stabbed Isis, who was shattered beyond recognition but still stubbornly trying to get back up, and explained, "Others have already gone to Lin Qiye's side."

"Oh, that's good then." Jiang Shiyuan breathed a sigh of relief. As they were talking, the time for the [Undying Demon Body] skill expired, and the demonic armor on her body slowly dissipated, revealing a face that looked like it had been bombarded.

"Thanks to you for stopping them this time. I'm sorry we're late." Looking at the face that clearly showed signs of a hard fight, a hint of guilt appeared on Wang's aged face.

Four gods! You can imagine how difficult this battle will be.

Putting aside the fact that Jiang Shiyuan saved the "Masked" from the closed loop, just considering that Jiang Shiyuan, as his junior, has only been on this path for a few years and is still so young with unlimited potential, what if something had happened to him today...

Just as Wang Mian was getting more and more into his thoughts, Jiang Shiyuan stretched his aching muscles and spoke up disapprovingly, "How is it late? I just made up my mind to fight to the death, and you arrived. I didn't even have time to realize my ambitions."

"Huh?" Wang Mian was surprised to hear a hint of regret in those words. He hesitated for a moment, then looked at the somewhat battered but still alive Isis. "If you really feel sorry for her, then that god over there..."

"Ahem!" Jiang Shiyuan was just talking nonsense, but he didn't expect Wang Mian to be so naive and believe him as soon as he said it.

She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead. "Forget it, my adrenaline has gone down, and I can't muster any more ambition now. Let me comfort you in a different way: as long as Qiye is alive, you're not too late."

The topic changed so quickly that Wang Mian, caught off guard and suddenly bombarded with a dose of PDA, asked, "...What does this have to do with Lin Qiye?"

Although Lin Qiye was also a key contributor to this battle, he always felt that Jiang Shiyuan's words sounded strange.

"Is this reason unacceptable? Let me get another official version." Jiang Shiyuan muttered to himself.

She thought for a moment, cleared her throat, and smoothly switched to a stilted broadcasting tone: "Since we were born on this land, it is everyone's responsibility to protect it. As a special squad of night watchmen, the [Nightfall] team has no reason to live under the protection of our predecessors forever. Senior Wang, I know everything you have done. You have done very well. Please don't feel guilty!"

Wang was taken aback and suddenly didn't know what to say.

These words sounded quite official, but Jiang Shiyuan's expression was so serious that he actually felt... rather touched.

Perhaps it's because they felt accepted and understood?

"Senior, stop! I'm just stating the facts. Don't be so sentimental!" Jiang Shiyuan got goosebumps from Wang Mian's expression and quickly stopped him.

"I didn't say anything," Wang chuckled. He had come with a heavy and anxious mood, but now he was surprisingly relaxed.

“You didn’t say anything, but I already understand everything.” Jiang Shiyuan was sure she hadn’t misread it; Wang Mian’s expression just now was like that of a gratified elder.

She couldn't stand that expression. Even if he was the future King, so what? In her heart, he was clearly... not much older than her.

"Alright then, we'll leave it at that. Go find your Lin Qiye." Wang Mian smiled, his tone light and cheerful.

He looked up at the sky, where streaks of light flashed across the heavens, emanating a majestic and awe-inspiring power.

The Great Xia God has returned; the battle should end now.

Jiang Shiyuan silently watched Wang Mian's smiling face. Perhaps because he was in a good mood, his demeanor was much more relaxed. When he smiled, his handsome features were still faintly visible, as if time had only passed over his physical appearance and had not eroded his soul.

"Then I'm leaving." Jiang Shiyuan nodded, activated the [Wings of Love] on her neck, and flew into the air.

Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, then left a message and flew away quickly.

"I think you're in much better shape now than when we last met in the mist, senior. Keep it up!"

"Last time?"

The sun shone brightly on the earth, bringing warmth. Wang watched the pure white figure depart and smiled slightly.

"Come to think of it, I was so caught up in feeling guilty that I forgot to thank you..."

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