The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 411: 411 - Hubby should kill all those bastards right now!

[You have received a new bloodline skill! ’Draconic Mind, Low Level’]

The moment that notification reached Qingyi, he noticed the change.

A feeling of transcendental lightness took hold of his being, his thoughts clear and quick, regardless of how many things occupied his mind.

Of course, as a cultivator of his level, that was nothing new. Qingyi’s mind was naturally hundreds of times superior to that of any mortal.

But nothing compared to that.

Qingyi stood up, left the room he was in, and flew into the darkened skies.

Raising his blade, he used the fifth form of the Storm Monarch Sword Art.

His body was immediately engulfed by a powerful aura as dozens of swords appeared around him, the number increasing nonstop.

One hundred, two hundred, four hundred, six hundred, one thousand.

Soon, Qingyi had over twelve hundred ethereal, thunderous swords surrounding him like wings of thunder.

Each was subtly connected to his mind by a thread of Qi, each under his absolute control.

He could even summon more, but that amount already consumed enough Qi to make going beyond that inefficient.

Pointing a single finger toward the heavens, Qingyi released them. The thousands of swords gained speed and, in a single moment, broke the sound barrier, flying toward the horizon and then, turning toward the beautiful young man.

He watched them, his draconic eyes glowing as he used them at full power.

As always, the world slowed down. Or, to be more specific, his perception of the world sped up.

His mind worked at full speed as he calculated the trajectory of each of those swords, intentionally avoiding controlling them.

They were all aimed at him, but their trajectories were almost completely random.

Qingyi paused for a brief moment, inhaled, exhaled, and then swung the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, the blade so fast that it became nothing more than a luminous blur surrounded by lightning and flames.

Below him, the inhabitants of the capital, who were still celebrating the end of the siege with a grand banquet in a large square, raised their eyes.

They watched as the thunderous, luminous threads tore through the black sky, turned around, and exploded with even greater speed, converging toward a single point.

And then, they saw it.

In a single moment, dozens, hundreds, thousands of thunderous explosions occurred, each more powerful than the last.

Patterns of lightning spread across the black sky above the capital, painting the dense clouds that looked as if they were about to rain.

"Is that... the new prince?"

One of the peasants asked, watching the spectacle.

"I think so, I saw him fighting Lord Nirm from afar!"

Another replied.

"Oh... he looks like a prince of lightning! No... a king of lightning, a king of storms!"

Qingyi, above everyone else, couldn’t hear, nor did he even have the mind to pay attention to what those below him were thinking.

In just three seconds, he had managed to parry all those twelve hundred blades, but in his mind, he had counted about sixty seconds.

Of course, he wasn’t exactly making time pass more slowly.

His eyes simply perceived the world differently, which, together with his now much faster mind, enabled him to process much more information much more quickly.

That was the basis of the feeling of a slowed-down world caused by his draconic eyes.

If it were his previous self, even with his body having the speed to parry all those blades, he simply couldn’t do it.

His mind wouldn’t be fast enough to coordinate the movement of his arms while calculating the trajectory of so many projectiles.

Qingyi couldn’t be happier with something like this.

With a big smile, he turned toward the royal palace and flew there, landing in the luxurious central courtyard.

He wanted to be greeted by his beautiful wife and a huge pair of tits in his face. And indeed, he was, Isabel’s beautiful figure throwing herself into his arms and pulling him into the deep valley of her chocolatey, creamy mountains.

"Ah... did you miss your husband?" Qingyi smiled, patting Isabel’s butt with one hand while the other flowed down to her long silver hair.

"I always miss smothering my hubby with my huge tits, hehehe~~" Isabel exclaimed, hugging Qingyi a little tighter, pressing her breasts against his face and muffling his voice.

With a defeated sigh, Qingyi simply allowed Isabel to wrap her legs around his waist. Using his Qi senses to guide himself, he went to their bedroom, where he threw her onto the bed.

The kingdom of Valemont may have been made up of conservative followers of Auranys, with premarital sex and even sleeping in the same room being a major taboo.

But in the end, fortunately, after David put that Bishop in his place, no one else disturbed them.

A soft moan escaped Isabel’s lips as Qingyi, with a single movement, tore her robes.

His hands ran over her curves, from her hips to her thin, delicate waist, and then her huge, soft tits, squeezing gently.

Qingyi massaged her breasts for a moment before sinking between them, taking one of her nipples into his lips and sucking voraciously.

His tongue swirled around the pink tip while his hands massaged the sides of the vast flesh, each little squeeze eliciting a sharp, naughty moan from Isabel.

"Ah..." Qingyi exhaled, leaving her nipple.

He gave a final lick at the thin trail of creamy, sweet liquid that ran down the chocolatey orbs before finally moving up, reaching Isabel’s lips.

He kissed her, his hands grabbing her waist as, with a smooth movement, he rolled over on the bed, placing her on top of him.

Her huge tits pressed against his chest while her fat, shapely ass nestled in his lap.

"Nghnn~~ when will father want husband to march?" Isabel asked, leaning a little more against Qingyi, resting the weight of her huge breasts against his chest, feeling his hands run over her curves.

"I don’t know," Qingyi shook his head, patting Isabel’s ass. "The rebel armies are standing still, and for now, as long as they don’t move, we won’t move either."

"Hm..." A discontented grunt escaped Isabel’s lips as she leaned against Qingyi’s chest, lifting her torso before declaring, "Hubby should kill all those bastards right now!"

"Hahaha, I will, love." Qingyi laughed before sinking back into Isabel’s tits.