Guan stared at Ye Fan's eyes, and his eyes became colder and colder.
"Sword Saint..." Guan Zai gritted his teeth and said, "Just because he is the Sword Saint of Da Xia, can you ignore his life or death? Just because he is a Sword Saint... can you force him to die?"
"I didn't push him."
"fart!"
Guan Zai cursed, "Ye Fan, don't I know you? You certainly won't force him to go directly, but you will tell him how many people will die if he doesn't go, and what Daxia will lose, so that he will feel that he has to go...
You are taking advantage of his innocence and kindness and making him the sword of the entire Daxia!
What's the difference between your behavior and those who bullied him before?!"
Ye Fan's body trembled slightly.
He was silent for a long time, then slowly spoke:
"This is the duty of the human ceiling."
“Duty? Hahaha…” Guan Zai sneered, “Sword Saint, the ceiling of mankind, the duty to protect Daxia… Ye Fan, you will always be the one standing on the moral high ground!
If it weren't for you, Zhou Ping would never have taken this path!
Zhou Ping!
He is just a kid who has been bullied since he was young, likes martial arts stories and dreams of becoming a hero!
Why do you insist on making him shoulder the responsibility of the ceiling of humanity, making him become a sword master, and making him protect this world that once left him bruised and battered?
What you asked him to carry is too heavy!
He should have lived a good life in that local restaurant, grown up well, read the books he liked, and spent his life peacefully and happily...
He shouldn't have taken this path!"
Guan Zai's breathing became heavier, his eyes red with anger, he grabbed Ye Fan by the collar,
“I tell you Ye Fan, Zhou Ping never owes the world anything, but the world... owes him too much!
You, Ye Fan, are indeed guarding this country. You are great, you are noble, and you deserve everyone in this country, but...
you,
I’m sorry Zhou Ping.”
Ye Fan's lips trembled uncontrollably. He took a deep breath and grabbed the wrist that was holding his collar with his right hand like lightning!
He spoke hoarsely:
"I admit that I owe Zhou Ping a lot, but do you think I really want to bet everything on a child?
If I could have his talent, if I could have his strength, I wouldn't even blink even if I had to die!
But, not everyone is Zhou Ping!
With foreign gods surrounding them and the Great Xia God falling into a deep sleep, Great Xia has nowhere to go.
If I want to turn the tables in a desperate situation, if I want to defeat the gods with the power of a mortal, I can only take this gamble!
If we lose this round, the entire Daxia will become prey to anyone's slaughter!
besides,
I never took advantage of him.
Although Zhou Ping is simple, he is not stupid..."
Ye Fan paused for a moment, then spoke hoarsely again: "He is a good boy..."
silence.
The pair of bloodshot eyes stared at Ye Fan intently.
After an unknown amount of time, he snorted coldly and let go of Ye Fan's collar.
"If anything really happens to Zhou Ping, I will kill you with my own hands." Guan Zai said in a cold voice.
Ye Fan straightened his collar and said calmly:
"When the time comes, you won't have to do anything.
I will give him back the life I owe him...”
Boom!
A dull sound came from the distant clouds, and the sky darkened at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Ye Fan turned his head and saw that the originally calm sea surface was rolling violently. Huge black waves rose from the sea surface, like a huge curtain covering the sky, rushing towards here.
Brilliant divine light shone through the clouds in the distance. Four figures, carrying terrifying divine power, parted the clouds and mist, stepped on the void, and slowly walked towards them.
The four Egyptian gods join forces.
Their divine might was unleashed without reservation, turning the sea surface beneath their feet upside down. A huge catastrophe was brewing on earth under their divine might.
"We can't defeat this kind of battle..."
When Master Chen saw the four figures, he sighed helplessly.
"Even if I can't win, I have to fight." Ye Fan put his hand on the hilt of the knife at his waist and glanced at the city behind him. The dark red cloak fluttered rapidly with the violent sea breeze.
"We can't let them enter the city limits. We have to stop them at sea."
"Do we have reinforcements?" Lu Wuwei asked.
"There are only five human ceilings in total, where will the reinforcements come from?" Guan Zai shook his head and looked at Ye Fan, "Ye Fan, you said you are sure to win this game, is that true?"
"Um."
"Okay." Guan Zai turned around, looked at the four figures on the sea, and slowly pressed down his cap.
"Then... fight them."
Ode to praise, praise to praise——!!
Beside the coastline, four human ceilings shot out like arrows, across the turbulent sea, and rushed straight towards the four gods in the sky!
The earth is shaking!
…
Fog.
By the stove, Lu Yu glanced at the sword master who was sitting with his eyes closed and silent not far away, and worry appeared in his eyes.
"Senior Chen Han, why do I feel that... the Sword Saint's complexion is getting uglier and uglier?"
Beside him, Chen Han shook his head.
“I don’t know either. I touched his hand before and sensed the situation inside his body. His injuries were much more serious than it looked… Two different divine powers were raging in his body. In just a moment, they tore my mental strength apart.
So, I don’t know the specific situation.”
"Two kinds of divine powers?" Lu Yu was stunned. "Isn't there only one Wind God?"
"more than."
"Can't the Forbidden Ruins of the Seniors save him?"
Chen Han smiled bitterly, "You think too highly of me. His injuries are simply not something that I can treat at my level."
"What should we do now? Is there nothing we can do?" Lu Yu said worriedly, "I'm afraid... if the Sword Master closes his eyes again, he won't wake up..."
"What are you talking about? Shut up." Chen Han glared at him fiercely.
Lu Yu shut his mouth obediently.
Chen Han hesitated for a moment, stood up, whispered a few words to the three children next to him, and then walked towards Zhou Ping together.
"Senior Sword Saint." Chen Han called him softly.
Zhou Ping closed his eyes and did not wake up.
"Senior Sword Saint?" Chen Han's voice was a little higher.
Zhou Ping slowly opened his eyes, thick bloodshot veins clinging to his eyes, his lips were bloodless, and he looked extremely haggard.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
Chen Han smiled, took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to Zhou Ping.
"I don't smoke." Zhou Ping shook his head.
"Senior Sword Saint, this smoke will be good for your current situation..."
"I don't smoke." Zhou Ping repeated, then pointed to the three children next to him, "Besides, there are children here, so you can't smoke either."