The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 619 - Will you come forward, or shall I come to you?
Chapter 619 – Will you come forward, or shall I come to you?
Young Li’s expression hardened as he stared at Qingyi, his eyes filled with cold rage.
Eight men followed him, all outer disciples in the early stages of the Astral Blood Realm.
None of them had a lineage, but they were still a formidable force, especially against a single cultivator in the second stage of the Astral Blood Realm.
“Do you really think you’re going to get out of here alive? No matter what trick you pull, we’re here to kill you!” Young Li roared, a silver spear materializing in his fist with a metallic snap.
His followers did the same, drawing their weapons and preparing for combat.
They had all been hired and paid generously, with the added promise of earning Young Master Guo’s favor, so there wasn’t a second’s hesitation.
When Young Li gave the order to advance, they charged forward, surrounding Qingyi on all sides.
“This is going to be troublesome…” Qingyi whispered, his lips curving into an excited smile.
It was nice to have the chance to draw a little blood in a real fight.
One of the opponents managed to reach his back quickly, roaring as he channeled his Qi, shrouded in a greenish, poisonous energy.
Qingyi barely reacted, taking a single step to the side and twisting his body.
The attacker froze, shifting his trajectory just enough to avoid his own decapitation.
A small drop of blood trickled down his neck where the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword had grazed his skin.
The shockwave from their movement, which had broken the sound barrier, still echoed through the air when four others were already upon Qingyi, each attacking from a different direction.
A fifth was closing in to block his escape route from above.
There was nowhere to run.
Unfortunately for them, there was one thing they didn’t know about Qingyi: he had spatial spiritual roots.
“He’s mine, I’m going to get the kill!” one of them roared, his blade reaching Qingyi’s chest.
The joy, however, lasted only a second.
Qingyi became a blur, and by the time the attacker realized it, the blade was cutting through empty air.
His eyes widened, and before he could react, Qingyi’s sword was already piercing his back, tearing through his heart.
The tip of the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword emerged from the assassin’s chest, engulfed by thunderous bolts that consumed his entire body, destroying his meridians and even his soul.
The smell of burnt flesh filled the air.
“Spatial spiritual root?” Young Li’s eyes widened.
He had heard of this type of spiritual root before, but it was the first time he had seen it with his own eyes.
He took a deep breath, calming his mind as the charred body of one of his men collapsed to the ground with a dull thud.
This complicated matters, especially since he had no spatial formation or artifact to block it.
“For a proud black dragon to use such cowardly combat methods…
you truly are a disgrace to your race!” Young Li roared, raising the golden spear and aiming it at Qingyi’s chest.
The handsome young man froze for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“You’re wrong about my pride, but you’re right about one thing… Qingyi’s eyes grew cold. “I am a black dragon.”
The moment the words fell, the air around them grew so heavy it was hard to breathe.
The black horns on his head grew. His skin was covered in black, gleaming scales, and on his back, a pair of obsidian-like wings slowly unfolded, cutting through the wind with a deep, rumbling sound.
Qingyi fixed his gaze on the nearest assassin and vanished, transformed into a darkened shadow.
Overcome by terror, the opponent tried to defend himself, raising his sword with both hands. That attempt was of little use.
Qingyi’s sharp claws closed around his arm, and a sharp crack echoed
through the air as bones were crushed and reduced to dust in a
single squeeze.
Before the enemy even had time to scream, his neck had already been
torn open, hot blood spurting non stop.
“Seven left.” Qingyi smiled coldly, a smile that sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.
That bastard had just crushed the Qi-enhanced arm of a cultivator at the same stage with such ease it looked like he was snapping a dry
twig.
What absurd physical strength!
Qingyi felt a slight sense of pride in himself.
His physical strength had at least doubled with draconization, with
his speed and Qi power increasing considerably as well.
Overall, despite being only an Ethereal-grade lineage, his power was
only slightly inferior to lineages two grades above. “Attack all at once!” Young Li roared, and following his orders, everyone charged forward, unleashing the most powerful techniques
they possessed.
Dozens of explosions echoed, the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword parrying the blows incessantly, each defended attack followed by two more right behind it. The clang of metal against metal filled the air, mixed with the smell of blood and the smoke from the Qi explosions. “Ah… you guys are annoying, aren’t you?” Qingyi growled, kicking out.
With his sword, he pierced one assassin’s chest, and with his claws, he ripped open another’s belly, the guts and organs spilling to the ground with a wet, nauseating thud.
A blade sliced through his back, piercing the scales and puncturing one of Qingyi’s lungs.
The pain burned like embers, and he felt the taste of iron flood his
throat.
Before his opponent could channel Qi to destroy his internal organs, Qingyi spun abruptly, swinging the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword and activating the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash.
The silver and purple blade tore through the air, charged with all kinds of Qi Qingyi had, so sharp it seemed not of this world. The space ahead was cleaved open by a slash that continued for dozens of meters, mowing down two others before dissipating. All that remained of the sword that had pierced Qingyi’s back was a bloodied hand on the ground.
“Ah… cough… cough…” Qingyi coughed up large gulps of blood, yanking the sword from his own back and throwing it to the ground.
“Three left…” he said coldly. “Will you come forward, or shall I come to
you?”
