The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 411 - Hubby should kill all those bastards right now!

[You have obtained a new bloodline skill! 'Draconic Mind, Low Level']

The transition was instantaneous for Qingyi the moment the notification manifested.

A sensation of divine mental clarity washed over his entire being. His thoughts became incredibly sharp and rapid, effortlessly managing a multitude of complex ideas simultaneously.

Normally, for a cultivator of his profound realm, such mental prowess was expected. Qingyi’s cognitive abilities already surpassed those of any mortal by hundreds of times. However, this new state was on an entirely different level.

Rising to his feet, Qingyi exited his chambers and ascended into the dark expanse of the night sky.

He drew his weapon, executing the fifth form of the Storm Monarch Sword Art.

A violent aura immediately swirled around him as dozens of spectral blades manifested in the air, their numbers multiplying without pause.

One hundred, two hundred, four hundred, six hundred, and finally, one thousand.

In short order, Qingyi was encircled by over twelve hundred thunderous, ethereal swords that fanned out like wings made of lightning.

A thin thread of Qi linked every single blade to his consciousness, granting him absolute dominion over them. Though he possessed the capacity to summon even more, the current amount demanded a level of Qi consumption that made further expansion inefficient.

With a sharp gesture toward the heavens, Qingyi commanded them to strike. The thousands of swords accelerated, shattering the sound barrier in an instant as they streaked toward the horizon before looping back toward the handsome young man.

He tracked their progress, his draconic eyes radiating power as he pushed his abilities to their limit.

The flow of time seemed to stagnate. More accurately, his personal perception of time had accelerated to an extreme degree.

His mind surged at maximum capacity, calculating the flight path of every incoming blade while he deliberately refrained from controlling their movements.

They were all locked onto him, yet their approach was chaotic and unpredictable.

Qingyi took a short breath, centered himself, and then lashed out with the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. His blade moved with such incredible velocity that it transformed into a glowing streak of fire and lightning.

Far below, the citizens of the capital—who were currently marking the end of the siege with a lavish feast in the grand square—looked up at the commotion.

They witnessed streaks of luminous thunder carving through the dark sky, circling back and detonating with even greater intensity as they all converged on a single point.

Then, the spectacle truly began.

In a mere heartbeat, thousands of thunderous blasts erupted, each explosion more massive than the one preceding it.

Webs of lightning stretched across the midnight sky above the city, illuminating the heavy rain clouds. "Is that... the new prince?" a commoner whispered, mesmerized by the display.

"It must be! I caught a glimpse of him battling Lord Nirm from a distance!" another citizen claimed.

"Oh... he looks like a prince of lightning! No... he is a king of lightning, a king of storms!"

High above the crowds, Qingyi was oblivious to their chatter, his focus entirely consumed by his training.

He had successfully parried all twelve hundred blades in just three seconds, though to his quickened mind, it felt as if a full minute had passed. He wasn't literally slowing time; rather, his eyes and his upgraded mind allowed him to process a massive influx of data at lightning speed.

This was the true essence of the "slowed-down world" effect granted by his draconic eyes.

Previously, even if his physical body was fast enough to block every strike, his mind would have failed him. He wouldn't have been able to coordinate his limbs while simultaneously tracking the trajectories of so many projectiles.

Qingyi beamed with satisfaction at this discovery.

With a wide grin, he flew back toward the royal palace, descending into the opulent central courtyard.

He craved the embrace of his stunning wife. True to his desires, Isabel’s beautiful form rushed toward him, pulling him into the deep cleavage of her rich, chocolate-toned breasts.

"Ah... did you miss your husband?" Qingyi asked with a smirk, one hand patting Isabel’s rear while the other stroked her long, silver hair.

"I always miss smothering my hubby with my huge tits, hehehe~~" Isabel chirped, tightening her hug and pressing her chest against his face until his voice was muffled.

With a soft sigh of surrender, Qingyi let Isabel hook her legs around his waist. Guided by his Qi senses, he carried her to their private quarters and laid her upon the bed.

The Valemont Kingdom was populated by traditionalist devotees of Auranys, where things like premarital intimacy or sharing a room were strictly forbidden.

Fortunately, after David had dealt with the Bishop, no one dared to interfere with them anymore.

A delicate moan left Isabel’s lips as Qingyi stripped her robes away with a single, fluid motion.

His palms traced her feminine curves, moving from her hips to her slender waist before reaching her massive, soft tits, which he squeezed gently.

After a moment of massaging her breasts, Qingyi buried his face between them, capturing a nipple between his lips and sucking hungrily. His tongue teased the pink peak while his hands kneaded the sides of her ample flesh, drawing out sharp, lewd moans from the woman beneath him.

"Ah..." Qingyi breathed, pulling away from her chest.

He licked the lingering trail of sweet moisture from her chocolate-colored orbs before moving up to capture Isabel’s lips.

As they kissed, he gripped her waist and rolled over, pulling her on top of him.

Her heavy breasts pressed firmly against his chest, and her shapely, thick ass settled into his lap.

"Nghnn~~ when will father want husband to march?" Isabel questioned, leaning into him and letting her weight rest on his chest while his hands roamed her body.

"I'm not sure," Qingyi replied, giving her backside a playful pat. "The rebel forces are currently stationary. As long as they remain still, we won't make a move either."

"Hm..." Isabel grumbled in dissatisfaction. She sat up slightly, looking down at him before declaring, "Hubby should just go and kill all those bastards right now!"

"Hahaha, I will, my love," Qingyi laughed, before once again burying his face in Isabel’s tits.