Qingping Slays the God of Light and Returns to the Primordial Wilderness

Balder shook his head at that and said firmly, "Five hundred thousand!"

"Heh!" Qingping sneered. "Five hundred thousand? Do you think I'm as broke as you?"

"Six hundred thousand. Not a penny more. Otherwise, don't blame me for being rude." Balder's face darkened.

"Oh? Threatening me? Fine, then let's see who's rude first!"

Qingping gave a cold laugh, then charged forward with his sword. As he rushed in, he shouted, "Come on! Let me see what you can do!"

A vicious glint flashed through Balder's eyes. He suddenly channeled his True Essence, and the surrounding space instantly became chaotic. As he raised both arms high, countless dazzling, holy beams of white light burst from around him, converging into a thick, sharp white arrow that shot toward Qingping.

"Whoosh—"

The white light was incredibly fast. In the blink of an eye, it pierced through the void and reached Qingping. Qingping hurriedly swung his sword to block it, but the white light suddenly accelerated. Before he could react, it slammed heavily into him, sending him flying and smashing into the wall of the divine temple.

"Wah—pfft!"

Qingping spat out a mouthful of blood and stared in horror at Balder, who was slowly walking toward him. He cried out, "What terrifying power..."

Balder walked toward him step by step, a faintly mocking smile at the corners of his mouth. He taunted, "How is it? Do you still dare to keep fighting me?"

Qingping wiped the blood from his lips and sneered. "Hmph! Even if I have to give it everything I've got, I'll fight you to the end! Come on! If you're scared, get lost now and save yourself the embarrassment."

Balder stared at Qingping with an uncertain expression. After hesitating for a long while, he ground his teeth and said, "You filthy