Qingping: So You're the God of War?

Qingping chuckled and raised two fingers in a V, catching Tyr's thrusting spear between them. Then, wave after wave of sword energy hacked wildly at Tyr.

Tyr had no choice but to release his spear and dodge to the side. Qingping grabbed Tyr's spear, spun the tip around, and thrust it at Tyr, taunting, "You call yourself the God of War? You dropped your weapon in one move... This won't do at all."

Tyr chuckled and said, "Kid, don't get cocky. You'll be crying soon enough. Explode." As he spoke, he raised a hand and squeezed. The black spear immediately detonated, blasting Qingping's cyan robes into black robes and blackening his face.

The Power of Creation circulated around Qingping's body. He chuckled and said, "What was it you called yourself, God of War? You've made me angry. Today, I'll let you experience what it means to be hacked into a thousand pieces. Don't worry, every one of my strikes will carry the Power of Creation to keep you alive. If I don't slice all five of your limbs into sashimi, you can count me as having gone easy on you today."

With that, the Power of Creation surged around Qingping, while sword energy crisscrossed in his hand. He pointed a finger and shouted, "Sword energy spans heaven and earth, one sword's radiance chills three thousand realms—Sword Come!" As he spoke, countless streams of sword energy converged into one. He struck with his sword, and it bore down on Tyr.

Behind Qingping, Xuanling curled her lips and thought, My husband has improved quite a lot, but he's become more arrogant too... I just hope he doesn't end up losing. After all, Tyr is known as the God of War. He shouldn't be limited to this level.

Thus, under Xuanling's amused gaze,