The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 399: 399 - Blue Sea Kingdom (03)

The king lowered his head, his youthful face turned toward the floor, his long golden hair falling over his eyes.

Crowned worm... Was that really what Qingyi had just called him?

He had never been humiliated like this, not even when he was nothing more than the third prince, far from the crown and competing with his older brother for his father’s attention.

But what could he say? Should he fight Qingyi? Order every soldier to throw themselves at him like a meat grinder?

One of his True Immortals was dead with a single blow. The other, for sure, didn’t seem too excited about the idea of fighting.

He still remembered Qingyi from the time when he was still known as the noble third prince and not the king of this nation.

Even back then, Qingyi was difficult to deal with.

The fact was that the king had made a mistake, from the moment he heard Tianshi’s suggestion to the moment he declared his decision on the matter for all in the capital to hear.

The king shifted his gaze to Tianshi. The young son of the gold king was still completely frozen in shock, his face filled with a mixture of anger and frustration as his eyes shifted from Qingyi to Jin Meilin.

The king gritted his teeth and punched the floor. The powerful marble cracked with the impact, his entire body sinking an inch into the floor.

He had respect for Qingyi and Jin Meilin, but now, after losing so much, he couldn’t help but feel the deepest bitterness in his heart.

To make matters worse, he was sure that Tianshi, the one who lied to him and made him fall into this trap, would get away completely unscathed.

Qingyi wouldn’t be willing to do anything to a son of the gold king, right?

With an angry grunt, the king raised his face with resignation, his eyes meeting Qingyi’s.

"I lost. Tell me, young hero Qingyi, what do you want from me?" He finally spoke.

Qingyi grinned at those words, his lips curving into nothing but contempt.

He could just behead that insect right there.

But if he did, it would make it much easier for Tianshi to break off his engagement to that pile of fat and hair in the shape of a woman he called his wife.

"Speaking of the devil..."

Qingyi heard the heavy footsteps and that hoarse, deep, irritating voice approaching on the horizon. She ran towards Tianshi, the ground shaking with every step.

The son of the Gold King even tried to get away. Unfortunately, he had a lower cultivation than his own wife and could only let himself be crushed by that pile of smelly lard.

’This punishment suits him well, thousands of years alongside that pig.

Qingyi shook his head, gripping the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword a little tighter.

With a smooth motion, he slashed. The blade turned into nothing but a blur, passing through the king’s arm.

Flesh was torn, bones broken, and meridians shattered. The cut was so fast that it took a full second for the scream of pain and despair to echo through the royal palace.

Everyone watched in shock and horror as the king clutched his severed arm, unable to stop the bleeding.

"Make sure those two are well married, and preferably don’t meddle in my affairs anymore."

Qingyi spoke before kicking, his boots hitting the king’s face with a bang, forcing him to spit out a handful of teeth and blood.

Naturally, such a major event would spread throughout the kingdom, and soon, there would not be a single person who did not know Qingyi’s name, nor the humiliation he had caused the king of the Blue Sea Kingdom to suffer.

Qingyi honestly didn’t care about that, shifting his gaze to Tianshi, who trembled.

He pushed his wife away and took a step back, but Qingyi was already upon him.

"What, did you really think you would get away with this without any consequences? You are a disgusting worm, a disgrace to your own father’s balls." Qingyi growled, not a shred of respect in his voice.

With a smooth movement, he punched Tianshi’s abdomen, focusing on his Dantian.

Qingyi didn’t want to destroy his cultivation, just cripple him enough so that he would never make a breakthrough in his entire life and so that he could live for all the thousands of years that his cultivation allowed him to live, unable to surpass the cultivation of his wife and escape from her.

Tianshi’s eyes filled with tears and a heartbreaking cry escaped his lips as he fell to the ground, agonizing in pain, just like the king.

Qingyi simply ignored them, returning to Meilin’s side.

"Satisfied?" he asked, depositing a kiss on her lips.

"Hm-mm." Meilin replied with a cute, high-pitched nasal sound, turning her flushed face away.

Taking one last look at her little brother who was now crying on the ground, being comforted by his whale-wife, she simply followed Qingyi to his flying ship.

There was nothing left for her there, nothing but the fortune the king owed her, obviously.

Qingyi landed on a small side opening, reaching out his hand and pulling Meilin into his embrace before the opening closed behind them.

His hands wrapped around her slim, delicate waist, going straight to her buttocks, hitting the plump, perfectly round cheeks of her ass with a thud.

"Nghnn~~ G-gentler, husband..." Meilin moaned, clinging to Qingyi’s robes, her noble and delicate face flushed a vibrant red.

"You didn’t seem very interested in your gentle husband last night..."

Qingyi chuckled, massaging Meilin’s ass. His fingers slid under her dress, squeezing and pinching, feeling every inch of her soft porcelain skin.

"So... which husband do you want now? The gentle one or the ruthless one?" Qingyi asked provocatively.

Getting rid of damn insects always stirred his desire.

Meilin looked away, blushing even more, her whole body trembling.

Did Qingyi really need to do things in such a embarrassing way?

It wasn’t something she was particularly proud of, but in the end, just watching Qingyi’s gaze was enough to make her melt.

Her lips parted as she grabbed the skirt of her dress, lifting it up to reveal her already soaked pussy, hidden in a puffy mound formed by the soft, fat, pale lips of her vulva.

"Please, hubby... be gentle with Meilin’s plump, tight little pussy..." She begged, her noble features contorting into a lewd expression.