I Was Learning To Kill Gods in a Mental Hospital

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Chapter 542: Please, Great Xia Sword Saint, Slay the God

“I don’t smoke, I don’t smoke.” Chen Han repeatedly waved his hands.

Lu Yu had just walked down beside Chen Han and Zhou Ping when the three children huddled by the stove, gently tugging at his clothing.

“What’s wrong?” Lu Yu looked at the child named Wang Jiaqi.

“I… I’m a bit scared.” Wang Jiaqi glanced at the dead silence around them, his small face turning pale.

In the entire underground parking lot, apart from the three children, only three adults were still awake—one with a stern face and another covered in blood, eyes closed and unmoving. So the children instinctively began to approach the young and seemingly more approachable Lu Yu.

“You’re a boy, how can you be so timid?” Li Ruodie said, hands on her hips.

Wang Jiaqi shrank his neck, “But everyone else is asleep, and the sky outside is so strange, the road is so eerie… It feels like a monster will jump out at any moment.”

“Don’t worry, we’re here to kill monsters.” Lu Yu smiled.

“Monsters are really powerful!”

“No matter how powerful they are, we’re not afraid.” Chen Han glanced at Zhou Ping, who was about to close his eyes again, and said, “Do you see this Sword Saint brother? Not to mention monsters, even gods, he can drive them away.”

“Is he really that powerful?”

The children’s mouths dropped open in shock.

Zhou Ping, hearing them discuss him again, opened his eyes slightly.

“Hmph, the Sword Saint is already very powerful, okay?” Chen Nan, who had been silent, spoke up.

“Sword Saint brother, besides you, are there other Sword Saints in the world?” Li Ruodie asked curiously.

Zhou Ping answered honestly, “No, just me.”

“Then aren’t you the most powerful person in the world?” The little girl’s eyes began to shine.

Zhou Ping was taken aback.

He thought seriously for a moment, “There shouldn’t be anyone more powerful than me, but there are four others who are about the same level.”

“Will they come to save us?”

“…No.”

“Why not?”

“Because they have more people to save.”

“Oh…”

Seeing Li Ruodie looking a bit dejected, Chen Nan became unhappy, “Why do we need others to save us? Having the most powerful Sword Saint in the world is enough; he will definitely protect us and bring us home safely!”

“Sword Saint brother, how did you become so powerful? I want to be a Sword Saint too!” Wang Jiaqi suddenly spoke up, “If I become a Sword Saint, my parents will definitely be very happy.”

Hearing this, Zhou Ping’s eyes trembled slightly.

“A coward can’t become a Sword Saint!” Chen Nan shot him a disdainful glance.

“Sword Saint brother, you’re so powerful; don’t your family feel proud of you?”

Zhou Ping was silent for a moment, “I… besides my third uncle, I shouldn’t have any other family.”

As soon as he finished speaking, it seemed he thought of something, and the corners of his mouth lifted slightly, “But I have a few students, and they are quite proud of me.”

“Sword Saint brother’s students! Are they also very powerful?”

“Yeah, they’re very powerful; they are the Fifth Reserve Team.” Zhou Ping paused, looking up at the narrow sky, “Perhaps they are already the Fifth Special Team now…”

Although the children didn’t understand what a reserve team and a special team were, it didn’t hinder their understanding of the term “very powerful.”

“Will they come to save us?” Wang Jiaqi asked.

Zhou Ping opened his mouth, instinctively wanting to say no, but he froze in place.

Familiar faces flashed through his mind in an instant.

He could be sure that the other human powerhouses wouldn’t come because they had their own responsibilities and couldn’t cross the mist to get here.

But Lin Qiye and the others…

“They won’t.” After hesitating for a while, he still said, “Because they shouldn’t come.”

Yes, they shouldn’t come.

They were just a group of young people with average strength at the “Sea” level. Not to mention coming here, they wouldn’t last a few steps in the mist before meeting their demise.

They were the seeds of Daxia, the reserve team of the special squad; they couldn’t, and had no reason to take such a huge risk to cross the mist and come here…

What would they come here for?

To save people? Or to save themselves?

As this thought suddenly appeared in his mind, Zhou Ping shook his head, denying it.

He had only taught them for a while and traveled a short distance with them.

Really… it was just self-indulgence.

He didn’t know why he was always so easily self-indulgent, and the consequence of that was… disappointment again and again, followed by numbness.

Crack—!!

A fierce thunderbolt streaked across the sky, the explosive thunder deafening, echoing in the pitch-black city, startling everyone in the underground garage.

Zhou Ping, who had been drowsy, suddenly raised his head.

He looked at the sky outside the garage, the fatigue in his eyes completely gone, replaced by an unprecedented vigilance.

His expression was extremely serious.

“Why is the thunder so loud?” Lu Yu, holding the pale-faced Wang Jiaqi, frowned and asked.

Although Li Ruodie and Chen Nan were also quite frightened, they were much braver than Wang Jiaqi, especially Li Ruodie. Instead of retreating, she took two steps forward, arriving at the entrance of the garage.

She looked up at the sky.

“There are three people standing in the sky!” she exclaimed in surprise.

In the dim sky, the clouds within a radius of several dozen kilometers were stirred into a massive whirlpool, and three distinctly different figures stood on the cloud, looking down at the city below. Although their faces were not visible, the overwhelming pressure filled the entire sky.

The young Li Ruodie stared blankly at this scene, the three world-destroying figures clearly reflected in her eyes, imprinted in her heart…

Chen Han, hearing this, was first taken aback, then his expression changed drastically.

He quickly walked to the side of the garage and looked up at the sky.

This was the mist; how could there be people in the sky?

Recalling the Wind God who had just been repelled by the Sword Saint, Chen Han seemed to realize something and turned to look at Zhou Ping, who was pale beside the stove, his expression extremely grave.

Those were… gods.

Moreover, there were three gods!

Even if the Sword Saint could confront one god head-on, facing three gods together, even the Daxia Sword Saint would have no chance of winning!

Despair appeared in Chen Han’s eyes.

This time… it was likely to be a dire situation.

Boom—!!

The three gods standing in the sky struck simultaneously, their world-destroying attacks falling upon the dim sky, shaking the laws of Fengdu, causing the entire city to tremble violently!

A low rumble echoed between heaven and earth, the dim sky shook violently, teetering on the brink of collapse.

In the crumbling city, due to the earthquake, one building after another collapsed with a thunderous roar, billowing dust spreading through the air like a tidal wave.

Dust fell from above, the stove in the garage was completely knocked over, and blinding flames flickered on the ground. Lu Yu managed to catch the three children in time, their faces as pale as death.

“Is that… a god?” Li Ruodie, cradled in Lu Yu’s arms, murmured, “So scary…”

In the corner of the underground garage,

Before the flickering remnants of the fire,

A figure slowly stood up.

The crimson flames cast his silhouette against the white wall behind him, gently swaying, resembling a black giant, a… giant bearing the sky.

Zhou Ping, bloodied in a black shirt, calmly walked to the entrance of the underground garage. He reached out and gently touched Li Ruodie’s head in Lu Yu’s arms.

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here.”

On that ordinary yet somewhat gloomy face, a rare faint smile appeared.

He turned around and walked alone toward the garage exit.

The others stared blankly at his retreating figure, gradually disappearing into the swirling dust,

Suddenly,

A voice rang out from behind him:

“Night Watchman Chen Han, please Daxia Sword Saint… slay the gods!”

Chen Han gazed at Zhou Ping’s back, his eyes filled with unprecedented determination.

Slaying the gods did not merely mean having the Sword Saint kill the gods, but as Zhou Ping had said before…

Slay the gods, and then, take you all home.

Together, home.

Lu Yu was taken aback, feeling a surge of warmth rise in his heart, and then he shouted: