The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 523 - Xu Jianming (02)
Chapter 523 – Xu Jianming (02)
The current private arena of the Gold King, known to no more than a few dozen people in the capital, was located in the deepest part of his luxurious palace.
It was about ten square kilometers in size, and the ceiling was supported by four huge pillars, containing such a rich density of Qi that it could be seen with the naked eye.
Yet all that density disappeared immediately the moment the protective arrays surrounding the arena were activated.
“No need to hold back, brat. I want to see if you’re truly worthy of my little Meilin!”
The old man growled, walking to the opposite side of the arena.
“If you’re not, at the very least, I’ll leave you toothless!” He roared, as a powerful crimson Qi surrounded his body.
Qingyi did not respond to that provocation, just watching the old man with a curious look.
Since Meilin had never talked about him, Qingyi expected her relationship with her grandfather to be cold and distant.
But from the way the old man spoke of her, Qingyi doubted that was the case.
He took a deep breath, calming himself before finally stepping forward.
He threw his sword on the ground.
If the old man wanted to knock out teeth, fine. They would have a fistfight.
Jianming was taken aback as Qingyi’s figure disappeared.
He couldn’t keep up with him… but why?
His eyes scanned the entire arena until suddenly, an intense sense of danger arose from his right side.
The old man raised his fists, closing them in front of his face.
A powerful boom echoed, like the roar of a dragon, the entire building shaking from the shockwave that followed.
“Damn it!” The old man roared as he was thrown backwards, his body hitting a pillar with a deafening crash.
The steel, marble, and concrete structure trembled as the Qi arrays struggled to protect it from the impact.
Jianming fell to his knees, his breathing heavy, small fragments of white marble falling to the floor beneath his feet.
That was strong…
He raised his head, watching Qingyi, who remained calm and composed.
It was as if such a display of power was nothing to him.
A flood of emotions washed over the old man’s face, but in the end, only one remained: excitement!
“Ah… I can see that my granddaughter has wonderful taste in men!”
This time, it was Qingyi who was surprised as the old man closed the distance between them in the blink of an eye.
They both punched out, and their fists met, causing the spiritual arrays around them to collapse momentarily, just long enough for the ground between them to tear open, forming a deep crater.
The impact threw them both backward, and Qingyi took exactly five steps before stopping.
Meanwhile, the old man was forced to retreat more than ten steps. “Young man…” The old man ran the sleeve of his robe across his moist lips.
“Do you have any idea how great the physical difference is between the Ancestral Emperor Realm and the Astral Body Realm? Your draconic origin shouldn’t be able to compensate for something like that!”
Qingyi did not respond to those words, as he did not think they deserved a reply.
It was just bad luck for the old man to have to compete in physical strength, of all things, against someone like Qingyi.
Perhaps in Qi and techniques he had some chance. But never in physical strength.
Sighing, the old man simply took his place back in the arena, raising his fists again.
He might be just a pile of aged bones, but he would not be defeated by anyone of the younger generation!
***
Far away, in one of the most respected and luxurious medical clinics belonging to the Five Colors Pavilion, a man could be seen watching a young man lying on a bed.
This young man was not wearing pants.
His legs were spread apart, and his private parts were protected by nothing more than a white diaper.
That was the Third Young Master, the proud son of the Gold King and a powerful expert of the True Immortal Realm.
Yet there he was, wearing diapers, his eyes tightly closed.
Even for an expert of his level, a blow like the one delivered by Meilin,
in a totally unprotected area, would be nothing less than deadly.
He was lucky that the damage hadn’t reached his Dantian. Unfortunately for him, his father’s doctors couldn’t fully restore his
groin.
Unless he reached the Astral Body Realm and underwent body reconstruction, he would have to go to the bathroom like a woman for
the rest of his life.
Not that experts of his level truly needed to use the bathroom.
No one above the Golden Core Realm truly needed to relieve themselves, regardless of how much they ate.
The man beside the Third Young Master was, of course, the Gold King, who rose from his chair when a shadow appeared beside him.
“What is it? Is my wife here?” Jin Hao asked, cracking his back. “Yes, my lord, but not only that. Master Jianming is also here, and at this very moment, he seems to be training with Qingyi in his personal
arena.”
Hearing the shadow’s words, Jin Hao’s calm face changed.
“Ugh… if my wife arrives, explain everything to her! I’ll go take a look
at them.” The Gold King declared, his body turning into a blur and
leaving the shadow behind.
A few minutes after he left, another figure entered the room.
It was a slender, elegant woman with long golden hair and a face of
transcendental beauty.
“My baby!”
She immediately rushed to the bedside of the Third Young Master,
who was still unconscious.
She cupped her son’s face, pressing her lips against his forehead.
“Who did this? Tell me!” She demanded, turning toward the shadow
waiting in a corner of the room.
“My lady, I believe the Gold King would like you to…”
“Now!”
The shadow’s words were cut off by a loud scream, shrill enough to
burst the eardrums of mortals.
The shadow turned its head as one of the doctors entered the room.
“What’s going on here?” the doctor asked, receiving a deadly glare from the Third Young Master’s mother.
“Who did this to my baby? Answer me, now!”
The woman turned to the doctor, knowing it was useless to try to get
an answer from the shadow.
“It was Miss Meilin!” The doctor replied hesitantly.
“Meilin…”
The woman repeated the name, her voice sounding like the growl of a
beast from the depths of hell.
“Where is that little bitch?”
