The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 575 The final confrontation.
Chapter 575 The final confrontation.
“Take Auranys as your wife?” The god of war repeated, those words overcoming the shock of having lost a contest of strength to Qingyi.
What the hell was that damn brat talking about? Him, a mortal, taking a goddess as his wife?
“Who the hell do you think you are? Arrogant brat!” The god of war growled, readying his axe again.
“Me? I’m just the one who’s about to kill you and then fuck the woman you dream of having” Qingyi flashed a broad smile, one that made the god of war’s heart sink with hatred.
Without another word, he grabbed his axe and vanished.
Qingyi did the same with his heaven-defying thunder sword.
Both were too fast for any human eye to follow, just blurred figures tearing through the air and meeting again and again.
“You’re fast!” Qingyi smiled, meeting the god of war once more, both being forced to retreat more than twenty steps before advancing again.
The shockwaves from their previous encounters still formed around them, hundreds of craters appearing throughout the city, entire neighborhoods reduced to dust.
When they finally stopped to face each other, both were drenched in blood, every small mistake made had turned into a deep wound.
‘This is annoying…! Qingyi stepped back slightly, extinguishing a crimson fire burning his long black robes.
Those flames were only slightly inferior to the flames of primordial chaos, and worse still, they seemed to slow down the healing effect of the seed of life.
With a soft grunt, he stared coldly at the god of war.
There was no longer blind hatred on the enemy’s brutal face. His exposed muscles burned with power, but they also carried a certain amount of self-control.
“I have led armies so large that your mortal mind would not even be able to comprehend them.” The god of war whispered, rising into the sky.
For the first time since arriving in this world, he showed something other than sickening lust and anger.
In his voice, there was power, and also dignity.
“The heavenly father himself gave me control of all his armies when that damned golden demon rose from the depths of hell, a monster with horns like yours!”
Qingyi did not react.
He knew that it was a golden dragon that had destroyed the reign of the ancient gods and forged both the heavens and the primordial laws.
“But this time, I will not be defeated.” The god of war declared arrogantly, raising a single finger.
Suddenly, the sun in the sky trembled. Thousands of small, scorching golden threads appeared, converging toward the tip of his finger.
‘That’s… he’s absorbing the sun’s energy! Qingyi took a single step back and, for the first time since the beginning of that battle, felt real danger.
The orb of golden flames, which looked like a miniature sun, had barely reached the size of a basketball, but it already carried enough terrifying power to freeze Qingyi’s blood.
“Good…” He wasn’t scared. Quite the opposite.
Black scales engulfed his body as he smiled in anticipation.
This would be his last battle in the immortal heavens, the last enemy he would need to defeat before finally ascending.
It couldn’t be too easy, right?
A dragon roared behind him, its sharp black claws tearing at the ground beneath his feet.
“I wonder…” Qingyi looked at his bloodline projection, which had taken physical form beside him. “If I can use you to attack.”
After a moment of hesitation, and seeing the golden fire orb reach over five meters in diameter, Qingyi moved his draconic Qi.
Not toward his eyes, nor his muscles, nor his mind. He moved everything toward the bloodline projection, whose jaw opened, revealing endless rows of sharp teeth.
“I am the god of war, the god of destruction! The god of pride! Today, you demonic son of a bitch, I will kill you, rip out your guts, and then force that filthy whore to suck my cock until her throat tears!”
The moment the god of war’s voice fell, he threw the golden orb of flames toward Qingyi.
The handsome young man did not respond with words, only pointing one of his hands toward his opponent.
From the depths of his lineage projection’s throat, a sea of purple flames surged forth like a death laser, colliding with the golden orb.
The flash of the explosion was bright enough to erase any shadow and blind any animal, mortal or immortal, within a radius of more than
a hundred kilometers.
Qingyi did not stand still either.
He moved the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword in a lunge, quickly being swallowed by the sea of purple flames from the dragon behind
him.
He could feel his body burning just from being close to the golden orb, the pressure enough to collapse his lungs.
With each gust of wind, black scales were torn from his body and his
flesh was ripped apart.
The god of war, in a position not much better, roared with more anger
than ever.
He was close… so close…
Why the hell did that damn brat have to show up?
Why did he have to get in his way like this?
A glimmer of happiness appeared on the god of war’s face when he
saw Qingyi’s body being swallowed by his attack.
But this happiness did not last long.
From the golden orb, Qingyi emerged, his sword finding the god of
war’s chest.
“Die.” A single word sounded, cold and calm.
In the next moment, the god of war was pushed away and engulfed
by purple flames.
When the calm returned, there was not a single building left standing
in the hundreds of kilometers that the city stretched across.
The only exception was the golden palace.
The flying island seemed about to collapse, and on the horizon,
Qingyi saw a figure fall to the ground.
The beautiful young man was already destroyed, his clothes reduced
to dust and his nakedness covered only by what remained of his torn
pants.
The figure on the ground trembled and, for a moment, seemed powerless, but that soon changed.
Golden flames engulfed the body of the god of war as he slowly
floated, his wounds healing rapidly.
[Shit… he wants to burn his own divinity to make a final attack!] Ruxue
shouted in Qingyi’s mind.
No god in his right mind should have the courage to do such a thing.
What the hell was that bastard thinking?
“Oh… I’m sorry.” Qingyi said, slashing with the Heaven-Defying
Thunder Sword and using the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash directly on the enemy’s neck.
“But I don’t have time for this bullshit.”
The head of a fallen god was thrown into the sky, and the world was
enveloped in silence.
