The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 432 Sapphire

[Name: Sapphire Age: 25

Corruption: 0/100

Chastity: Intact

Lust: 2%

Talent: Great Genius

Reward: Extremely high

Spiritual roots: None/Immortal Level Mana Heart

Mana Manipulation: Ninth Ring

Traits: Faithful, Child of Prophecy, Daughter of Water, Milf Mommy in the Making, Imperial Bastard.]

Qingyi gave Sapphire’s status window only a fleeting glance.

A moment later, Lucien’s roar reached his ears, followed immediately by the heavy thud of a fist slamming into his face.

“Bastard! Don’t you dare ignore me!”

The impact echoed through the air. Qingyi was forced back a step, his torso twisting slightly from the force as a thin line of blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Even without the use of mana, the sheer power behind Lucien’s strike triggered a shockwave that sent a minor tremor through the area.

Sapphire’s hands flew to her dress as the resulting wind whipped the fabric upward.

The movement caused her breasts to sway, and her plunging neckline, which dipped low enough to tease a glimpse of her belly, spread open just a bit further.

“The dragon will win...” Aeryn murmured. Her voice was so soft that only Sapphire could catch it, leaving the blue-haired beauty looking bewildered.

“The dragon?” Sapphire asked, her confusion evident.

After a brief hesitation, she cast her most potent identification spell on Qingyi.

The magic wasn't very effective; since he didn't utilize mana, the spell—designed specifically to analyze such casters—struggled to find a mark.

Nevertheless, it revealed enough. Her striking blue eyes widened and a sharp gasp escaped her, a stark contrast to her typical mature, sultry, and slow-paced way of speaking.

Qingyi felt the magical scan wash over him, but he dismissed it entirely, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor.

“Now it’s my turn, right?”

A broad grin stretched across his face. Bracing his feet firmly against the tiles, he let his twisted torso snap back with explosive momentum as he launched a counter-punch.

‘Shit...’ Lucien realized the peril and threw up both arms in defense, but his reaction was too slow.

Qingyi’s fist drove straight through the gap between Lucien’s forearms, forcing his guard open. It exposed the hero’s youthful, aristocratic face, his eyes squeezed shut just before the blow landed.

To Lucien, it felt as though he had been gored by a demonic bull. No... the force was perhaps even greater than that.

He was sent flying backward like a projectile from a cannon. A cloud of dust billowed for a split second before a quick spell from Sapphire cleared the air.

The Bishop tapped the floor with his staff, manifesting a shimmering golden barrier around the pair.

Lucien slammed into the barrier with a violent crash. His eyes narrowed in pain as blood filled his mouth.

His complexion was flushed red and his nose was clearly shattered. As he coughed, two teeth tumbled onto the floor.

How could this bastard possess such terrifying physical strength? Was his hand forged from steel?

Lucien was unaware that at Qingyi’s current level of Cultivation, his skin was likely more durable than many grades of magical steel. His skeleton was even more resilient.

Qingyi was upon him before Lucien could even attempt to recover.

The young hero was forced to scramble to the side, barely avoiding a kick from Qingyi that struck the golden barrier with a resounding boom.

“Are you certain you won’t stand down?” Qingyi questioned, pulling back his leg to advance once more. “I’ll even permit you to use mana if you wish.”

“I will never bow my head to a lustful son of a bitch like you!” Lucien screamed, retreating localized in a desperate scramble.

Every one of Qingyi’s punches whistled past his face by mere inches, the wind from the strikes tossing his golden hair about.

“A lustful son of a bitch, you say? You aren’t entirely wrong,” Qingyi whispered, aiming a low kick at Lucien’s legs.

“But tell me,” Qingyi added, watching as Lucien’s attempt to evade the strike failed miserably.

The heel of his boot connected with the young hero’s knee, sending him collapsing to the floor.

“Is such foul language appropriate for a man representing the Goddess?” Qingyi asked.

The instant Lucien’s back hit the tiles, Qingyi’s fist hammered into his face.

The floor beneath them shattered. The pristine white marble was pulverized into dust by the sheer impact, causing Lucien’s head to be driven ten centimeters deep into the ground.

“You harbored desire for one of my women.”

A second punch followed. Qingyi’s hand came back coated in blood as Lucien’s head was buried another five centimeters deeper.

“You looked down on me, challenged me to this duel, and had the gall to call me a sinner.”

By the third strike, Lucien feebly raised his hands to protect himself, but the gesture was futile.

“Even now, you haven't purged this malice from your soul... Are you quite sure that I am the one committing a sin?”

As Qingyi wound up for a fourth blow, the Bishop’s voice cut through the air.

“Enough.”

With a simple wave of the Bishop’s hand, the golden dome surrounding them dissolved.

He walked toward the fallen Lucien, kneeling to pour a restorative potion down his throat. The injuries began to knit back together instantly.

“Your H-Holiness,” Lucien managed to mutter weakly.

“Do not cast these lessons aside, Lucien. You shall enter seclusion and remain there until your heart has been purified,” the Bishop declared, his tone laced with stern irritation.

In truth, this was likely the most peculiar assembly of heroes Auranys had ever gathered.

There was a heretical elf who only gave her devotion to nature spirits, and a mage whose convictions, like all of her kind, were rooted purely in personal gain.

And now, there was an outsider from a far-off land who barely gave the Goddess a thought and held a grudge against the church’s primary chosen hero.

Even that hero was now harborning sin within his heart.

It seemed that only the young woman chosen as the party’s healer possessed a truly righteous heart.

“Long Qingyi, follow me. I shall begin your initiation. If you intend to withdraw, this is your final opportunity.

Claiming that pendant has tied your fate to being a hero of light, but I won't compel you to accept this burden.”

“I have no intention of backing out,” Qingyi answered, casting a side-long look at the two beautiful women.

He was well aware that all this talk of destiny was nonsense. If fate were a real force, a relic like that would never have ended up with an Orc Warlord.

But his gaze drifted over Aeryn’s powerful, shapely thighs and then to Sapphire’s massive, pale, and soft breasts.

An elf and a stunning, voluptuous mage.

How could he, the future Dragon God of Corruption, possibly turn that down?

His reputation would be ruined for ten generations if he failed to honor his bloodline like that.