The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 494: 494 - How about a little fun too, girl?

"Damn it!"

Intense pain overwhelmed Qingyi as he was hit by thousands of projectiles at once.

The roots summoned by the patriarch moved like snakes toward him, striking his chest with powerful impacts.

The black scales withstood the initial blow, but soon he felt fatigue setting in.

He gritted his teeth so hard that his gums bled as he gathered his power.

With an explosion, he unleashed everything, shattering all the projectiles for dozens of meters.

"Oh... so you’re not just an ordinary human, huh?" The patriarch laughed loudly, watching Qingyi’s transformation.

He had barely finished his sentence before Qingyi was already upon him, his fist covered in black scales tearing through the air with full power.

The patriarch was struck. His nose sank into his face, his body spinning one hundred and eighty degrees before being thrown backwards like a cannonball.

He hit the ground with a thunderous explosion, powerful tremors engulfing everything around him.

Qingyi advanced toward him again, preparing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, ready to tear him in two.

Unfortunately, the patriarch had already recovered. Dozens of powerful roots shot out of the ground around him, their tips as sharp as razors.

"Tell me, boy, what gives you such confidence to kill me?" The patriarch roared, preparing his own sword.

He watched with amusement as Qingyi easily cut through his countless attacks, the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword slicing through everything around him.

Beneath the anger of having his priests killed and his plans delayed, his blood boiled. The powerful suppression of Qingyi’s lineage only made him more excited.

It had been a long time since he had fought an enemy that forced him to sweat like this.

He charged forward, his body turning into nothing but a violent blur.

"Answer me, what did Seraphine give you? Become my subordinate, and I’ll give you ten times more! I’ll even make her your sex slave."

The patriarch’s blade struck the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword with a deafening crash. Metallic sparks engulfed the air around them as the pressure rapidly increased.

"Oh... it’s not just because of Seraphine that I’m killing you, filthy cuckold." Qingyi flashed a genuine smile.

He pushed the patriarch back before attacking again, his blade sliding past his enemy’s and striking the guard of his sword.

"Ugh... FUCK!"

A pained cry echoed, followed by exactly three severed fingers flying through the air, the patriarch’s sword slipping from his hand.

His eyes widened, and he quickly drew a second sword from his spatial ring, grabbing it with his few remaining fingers and preventing Qingyi from decapitating him at that very moment.

How the hell did that bastard have so much physical strength?

Exchanging blows with him was like hitting a wall of solid steel.

"Not just because of Seraphine? What the hell do you mean by that?" The patriarch questioned, his face filled with pure hatred despite the big smile that dominated it.

Qingyi laughed at the question. He swung the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, the movement wiping the blood from the blade and scattering it around in a crescent shape.

"Try to guess. Another daughter of yours, whom you abandoned and tried to kill like the pathetic, filthy cuckold that you are."

The moment those words echoed, the smile on the patriarch’s face disappeared completely.

His domain shook. His fists clenched hard enough for his nails to tear the skin on his palms.

"Elize... so it’s because of that damned cursed child... I knew it, she would bring doom to my people!"

The patriarch gritted his teeth. His words sounded more like the growl of a hungry beast, his handsome face contorted into grotesque expressions.

"No... you brought your own doom! I am merely the executioner who will deliver this doom to your pathetic little life." Qingyi corrected him.

The patriarch’s red eyes flashed with murderous intent as he roared.

"Red Death... devour him!"

Naturally, RedDeath couldn’t be more excited to fulfill a request from his rider.

The pain from that blow he received upon Qingyi’s arrival was still clear in his mind, as clear as the shame of not even being able to react to such an attack.

His sharp claws tore into the ground for support as his jaws opened toward Qingyi.

The nearly hundred-ton beast of steel-hard scales and pure muscle mass was ready to devour him.

Qingyi didn’t move, the corners of his lips curving gently.

"How about a little fun too, girl?" he asked.

In the next moment, RedDeath froze, stopping its momentum and trying to retreat.

He was a voracious beast, known for his insatiable hunger and uncontrolled violence, but he was not a stupid beast.

RedDeath sensed the danger keenly as Qingyi’s blade flashed. A huge head reared up, accompanied by a roar that was embedded in the dragon’s soul.

It was Khaedryss, RedDeath’s attempts to retreat resulting in nothing more than revealing his unprotected neck to her, her jaws closing around his powerful scarlet scales.

With a powerful thrust, she continued to push the dragon back, feeling her teeth sink into the scales, a burning, powerful blood entering her throat.

Red Death struggled.

His flames engulfed everything around him as he fought to turn his massive body, using that momentum to pull Khaedryss off his neck.

Free, he quickly retreated, just in time to take a breath of black, burning flames in his face.

Khaedryss gave him no respite.

It had been a long time since she had tasted such strong blood and had such a good fight. She would not waste this chance.

"Khaedryss..." Beside Qingyi, the patriarch muttered, struggling to hide his shock.

Were his eyes lying to him? Was that truly Khaedryss?

He shuddered, struggling to control his hatred.

He still remembered well when he was just a young man without power and with a lot of arrogance, his foolish attempt to become Khaedryss’s rider.

He only didn’t lose his arm that day because his father intervened in time.

Even so, his dignity was forever shattered, his pants soaked with urine as he screamed in horror in front of many other talented young men of his generation.