The Laid-Back God of Slaughter: One Casual Remark from Me Becomes Heaven's Will

I transmigrated into the weakest assassin, with no strength to hurt a fly and barely able to hold a knife?

No problem. I have the absolute Prophecy of the Heavenly Dao!

A casual quip, and a thunderbolt strikes down a high-ranking official;

a flick of a pebble, and a swarm of poisonous bees takes out a top assassin;

I say someone will go bald, and the emperor can't sleep all night;

I say the villain is doomed, and the wicked are wiped out overnight!

The icy female assassin is obsessed with me, imagining all sorts of things;

the Martial Saint Pavilion Master deifies me and kneels in humble worship;

the world's Sword Saint concedes defeat of his own accord and questions his whole life.

The whole world thinks I'm an invincible Heavenly Dao God of Assassins,

while only Wang Yusu helplessly spreads his hands: Stop hyping me up! I'm really just a good-for-nothing!