The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System

Chapter 632: 632 - I don’t want to hear anyone begging.

"Ah... you’ll see, Senior Brother Qingyi won’t—"

"Shut the fuck up, you fucking little faggot." A sharp crack echoed through the valley as a pair of heavy boots slammed down hard on a young man’s face.

His head snapped back with a horrible crack, his nose broken in an instant, his eyes immediately watering.

He was Peng Tao, Chen Wei’s servant.

The young man was a complete wreck.

His clothes were torn and stained, and a pool of blood continued to grow slowly beneath him.

He had been kidnapped the day before, and, frustrated by Qingyi’s delay, his captors had decided to have a little fun while they waited.

First they broke some of his fingers, one by one. Now, they were arguing animatedly to see who could disfigure him most creatively.

They were sadistic, cruel sons of bitches, demons in cultivator’s robes, without a shred of orthodox honor.

"Ah... let’s just cut off his little stick cock away and let him run naked through the forest. If no beast catches him, we’ll let him live. That coward Qingyi isn’t going to show up anyway."

"Hm..." The group’s leader, a cultivator at the seventh stage of the Astral Blood Realm, fell into thought for a moment, slowly scratching his chin before nodding.

"We’ve already wasted time one way or another. Let’s at least get some fun out of this."

Hearing those words, the outer disciple who had made the suggestion—the weakest of the group at the third stage of the Astral Blood Realm—flashed a crooked, satisfied smile.

There was a reason Guo Tianhao treated those filthy monsters so well: they simply had no heart.

Tianhao had carefully gathered them as soon as he arrived at the sect, and although they were still relatively weak, he intended to turn them into a real fighting force.

Cruel, mindless monsters that would kill and rape at his single command.

This was the group he was specifically molding to deal with enemies like Qingyi, and this was their first mission.

From his spatial ring, the disciple pulled out a small, rusty pocket knife and approached Peng Tao with slow steps.

"D-don’t come any closer! Y-you son of a bitch! No, no!" Despair completely overwhelmed Peng Tao.

Dying was bad, of course. But losing his manhood? Just the thought made his heart sink into a abyss.

No... this couldn’t be happening.

The sadist grabbed Peng Tao’s robes, and just as he was about to strike, he froze suddenly.

A small orb of thundering Qi tore through the air with a sharp whistle, and his eyes widened.

His hand had been torn off, flesh and bone scattering in a wet, bloody spatter.

A ragged scream of pain and rage echoed through the valley, and the henchman leaped away from Peng Tao, convulsively clutching what remained of his wrist, blood gushing between the fingers of his other hand.

"To treat a fellow disciple like this... You clearly don’t think you deserve mercy, do you?" A voice echoed, cold and laden with restrained rage. "I don’t want to hear anyone begging."

Everyone froze suddenly.

Even Peng Tao, who was not the target of the thunderous murderous intent, choked on his own saliva, an icy chill running down his spine.

Slowly, Guo Tianhao’s ten henchmen turned toward the voice.

There, they saw Long Qingyi.

He stood calmly, observing them with a gentle smile on his face. His horns seemed larger, his finger had turned into sharp claws, and on his back, a powerful pair of wings rose gloriously.

His smile was gentle. His eyes, however, were filled with rage.

Studying his opponents, Qingyi shook his head with slight disappointment.

They were mediocre.

None of them even seemed to carry a bloodline, and they looked more like disposable trash meant to handle minor problems than legitimate subordinates.

"So, who will be the first to die?" he asked, releasing the projection of his bloodline.

It was only when the enormous black dragon roared behind Qingyi, that the henchmen overcame their shock and remembered their situation.

It was difficult to move under the suppression of the bloodline, especially when the difference in cultivation was too small to break through it with brute force.

Even so, Tianhao’s henchmen quickly regained their composure, positioning themselves to fight.

They would be well paid for that service, and the young master’s trust in them would grow even further.

None of them were willing to fail.

"Surround him, each on one side! Avoid killing him and remember Young Master Tianhao’s orders. We must only cripple and castrate him!" The group’s leader roared.

But then he felt a searing breeze run between his legs.

By the time he realized what had happened, Qingyi’s hand was already outstretched, as if he’d just thrown a dagger, too fast for his blurred eyes to follow.

After the cut came the pain.

The leader’s pants filled with warm blood, and he let out a scream of agony, clutching his groin as his knees buckled.

"For someone who talks so much about castrating others, you should be more careful with your own balls, shouldn’t you?" Qingyi smiled, leaning his body slightly backward and dodging a blade slashing toward his neck.

The sharp edge grazed his skin, barely leaving a pink mark.

Casually, he kicked the attacker away, his knees landing on the man’s stomach with a dull thud.

"F-fuck... take up the formation we learned! We have to kill this black dragon son of a bitch!" The leader roared, still trying to recover from the pain of being castrated.

Qingyi was genuinely surprised by how quickly the man regained his composure.

He had just been transformed into a woman, yet here he was again, ready to kill.

"Senior Brother Qingyi, be careful!" Peng Tao shouted with what little strength he had left.

Qingyi nodded, gripping the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword firmly and channeling all his Qi, the black dragon’s scales covering his body.

His eyes were cold as he watched the ten henchmen slowly surround him, their swords pointed in his direction.

From the sharp blades, a reddish thread began to emerge, connecting them one by one, and a dense, profane energy began to pulse in the air.

"Demon Qi..." Qingyi’s eyes flashed, and his heart burned with rage.

This was getting dangerous.