The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 398: 398 - Blue Sea Kingdom (02)

The king listened to Tianshi’s words, reflecting carefully.

On one hand, there was the honor and respect he had for Qingyi and Meilin, without even talking about Margareth’s brave soldiers, who fought alongside him.

On the other hand, his kingdom was bankrupt.

With the enormous interest rates, what he owed to the Burning Red Pavilion was quickly piling up, becoming a debt that seemed increasingly unpayable.

The possibility of getting rid of that debt and, on top of that, having access to more support from the Pavilion to pay for the damage caused by his brother would certainly be welcome.

After all, appeasing the massacred peoples in the north and in the royal domain would not be cheap.

After careful consideration, the king let a long, defeated sigh escape his lips as he stood up.

"Jin Tianshi, I, as the legitimate sovereign of this nation, recognize you as the rightful heir to the Burning Red Pavilion Chamber of Commerce, which was founded and registered in my kingdom."

I hereby grant you command of a thousand royal soldiers to take immediate control of all establishments that were under the direct or indirect control of the late young lady Jin Meilin."

The king’s voice echoed through the throne room, imbued with mana and spreading for kilometers.

The most honorable vassals clicked their tongues in disapproval, while those who could be bought by Tianshi flashed big smiles.

"Thank you very much, Your Majesty! I promise you won’t regret it, hahaha!"

Tianshi laughed loudly, turning his back on the king without even a shred of respect.

He just needed to try a little harder. He just needed to achieve a few more victories. Then his father would recognize him as superior to his sister.

How could the Gold King not recognize Tianshi when he had taken everything from his sister, again and again?

Tianshi could already imagine himself entering his father’s palace. He would be regarded by the many advisors of the incomparable Gold King with as much respect as his sister was.

Tianshi was about to leave the throne room when his footsteps suddenly stopped.

The ground beneath his feet shook violently, and it was not the tremor of his wife’s heavy footsteps, which caused him so much terror.

It was the tremor of a powerful flying ship suddenly stopping in the skies, one whose mana signature he knew well.

His heart sank and he rushed out of the royal palace, immediately raising his gaze.

Behind him, even the king had left his throne, along with all his vassals.

They were all watching the same thing: a huge, luxurious flying ship in the air, faster and more powerful than anything that had ever flown in that kingdom.

That was Jin Meilin’s flying ship, and in front of it, a figure stood, floating in the air.

A young man, tall and powerful. His white robes fluttered in the wind, while his beautiful purple eyes coldly observed those below him.

Beside him stood a woman of delicate and incomparable beauty. Her beautiful dark eyes focused on Tianshi, her brother, her face no different from that of a porcelain doll.

"Third Prince."

Qingyi’s lips parted, his voice filled with murderous intent. His aura fell upon everyone there with full force, a black dragon appearing behind him.

"Or should I call you Your Majesty now? You seem to declare your disrespect for me and my wife with quite a bit of vigor."

The weaker ones fell to their knees. The two True Immortal Realm experts who served the royal family surrounded the king, protecting him with their Qi.

But even for them, it was difficult to breathe.

Qingyi’s cultivation was only at the first stage of the False Immortal Realm, having recently advanced. Yet they felt as if they were dealing with someone of a completely different level.

Qingyi descended from the sky, stopping a few meters away from the king, watching him with deep coldness.

His lips parted, but before he could speak, an angry voice interrupted him.

"Who the hell do you think you are, brat? You’re talking to your king!"

The thunderous voice of a powerful and courageous noble echoed, untouched by the fear Qingyi had instilled in everyone there.

Qingyi turned his face gently, stared at that man, and then smiled.

That was a young noble from a remote region who had not heard much about Qingyi other than legends and rumors. This was his first time in the capital.

Qingyi raised a single hand toward the nobleman, forming a small ball of fire at the tip of his index finger.

The next moment, as he threw it, a brutal explosion echoed.

This was followed by the shrill scream of a noble woman, covered in the blood of that young man, whose head had exploded like a watermelon.

"Kill this bastard, I’ll take care of the king!"

The True Immortal on the king’s right exclaimed to the one on the left, who advanced toward Qingyi.

The air around him boiled as he swung his sword with full power, forcing everyone around him to retreat.

His idea was simple: attack Qingyi with full force and send him far away, where they could fight more freely.

His sword struck Qingyi’s, and in the next moment, the True Immortal expert regretted that move.

The Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword sank into the enemy’s blade as if it were nothing but butter, molten metal falling to the ground.

The expert stomped on the ground hard, trying to retreat, but it was too late.

One slash from Qingyi’s sword, and his head flew off.

In that True Immortal’s mind, that clash lasted for ages. But in reality, it happened in the blink of an eye.

The moment the melted tip of his sword touched the ground, a powerful shockwave echoed for miles, raising dust and fluttering Qingyi’s clothes.

The other True Immortal was about to act when the king stepped forward.

"Qingyi, stop! I am the King of the Blue Sea Kingdom! Do you really want to be stained with the title of regicide?"

Qingyi heard those words, pausing for a brief moment before bursting into laughter full of amusement.

"Ah..." He wiped his eyes, unable to suppress his amusement.

It took only a moment for his voice to regain its usual coldness.

"A king among kings, a king among men, or a king among maggots... Tell me, crowned worm, who do you think you are in front of me?"