The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 467 This battle ends now.

Blood welled up in Qingyi's throat as he felt Lucien's blade pierce through his internal organs, causing his eyes to stretch wide in shock.

In a desperate bid to survive, he manifested black scales across his skin, shoving Lucien back while struggling to redirect the force of his own incoming strike.

His efforts were in vain. While his own technique slammed uselessly into the earth between them, Xuetian's blood spear found its mark, piercing the black scales protecting his chest.

A sudden, heavy silence fell over the battlefield.

The resulting detonation ripped through the floor, causing the ground to cave in. They plummeted downward together, as if falling into a bottomless pit of eternal shadows.

With his vision blurring and eyes half-lidded, Qingyi could barely make out Xuetian flinging himself toward Lucien.

Although the black scales had remained intact, the sheer force of the impact had left his internal organs severely damaged.

The demonic cultist had also been caught in the brunt of the blast; despite avoiding a direct strike, he was now critically wounded.

Qingyi’s mind was too clouded to comprehend the cultist's intentions. It wasn't until his back slammed into the floor of the deep abyss after a minute-long descent that his consciousness finally jolted awake.

With a pained groan, he forced himself up and wrenched Lucien's sword from his ribs. When he turned his head to survey his surroundings, his gaze froze in utter horror at the sight before him.

Lucien’s mouth was stretched open at a gruesome, impossible angle.

In a revolting display, Xuetian’s body began to liquefy like jelly, sliding into Lucien’s maw. It took only a heartbeat for the cultist to vanish completely down the young hero’s throat.

"Ugh..."

Lucien’s eyes snapped open, their color shifting into a vibrant, predatory crimson as he rose to his feet.

Even his mana heart had been overtaken. No—it had fused entirely with Lucien's own!

"You certainly did a number on this body, brat... however..." Xuetian remarked, examining his new hands. A wide, mocking grin spread across Lucien’s stolen face. "Luckily for us, our fight isn't over yet."

"No," Qingyi countered, shaking his head. "This battle concludes right here."

"Oh? And how exactly do you—"

Xuetian’s taunt died in his throat the moment he sensed the shift in Qingyi's Qi.

He was aware that the youth possessed multiple types of Qi, but witnessing them simultaneously left him paralyzed with shock.

Fire, lightning, and the essence of the sword.

All three energies converged into the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.

The heat radiating from the blade surged with terrifying speed. From dozens of meters away, Xuetian could feel the skin on his face beginning to sear.

"This is the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash!

Consider it an honor to fall before such power!" Qingyi bellowed, bringing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword down in a massive arc.

Xuetian attempted to dodge, but escape was impossible. The space surrounding him began to fracture, as if Qingyi’s blade possessed the power to sever the very fabric of existence.

The primordial laws of the world crumbled in the wake of the strike. A massive rift tore through the air, and Lucien’s physical form was sliced perfectly in half at the waist.

He tried to flee the vessel, but there was no time to reclaim his mana heart.

Even abandoning Lucien’s body provided no sanctuary; the explosion triggered by the collapsing laws of reality nearly obliterated his essence entirely.

Qingyi watched as the mangled remains hit the dirt. He felt the Qi beginning to leak into the atmosphere before the dissipation suddenly halted.

"Is this bastard still clinging to life?" Qingyi growled, preparing a follow-up strike to reduce the remains to ash.

However, he paused when he saw the Qi around the corpse surge upward, the limbs of the body twisting with sickening cracks.

The cadaver rose slowly from the ground.

It dawned on Qingyi in an instant: Xuetian was truly dead. Whatever was now animating that husk was something far more sinister.

The corpse’s jaw unhinged as it spoke.

"You see... my siblings... they never... never..." The voice trailed off into a long silence, punctuated by the sound of grinding bones. "They never recognized the potential beneath the... t-t-t-the heavenly sky..."

The entity jerked its head to the side, its teeth clicking together in a frantic, irritated rhythm.

It appeared to be trapped in a state of agony and hopelessness.

Its speech was distorted and halting, as if the very act of vocalization was a monumental struggle.

From the jagged wound in its midsection, entrails spilled onto the earth, the creature's hands too weak to hold them in. Gastric fluids from its ruptured stomach coated its skin.

Qingyi could see the parched aorta and the exposed muscles of the back. The entire upper torso was held upright by nothing more than a mangled spinal column.

The creature locked eyes with Qingyi once more and smiled.

"This vessel is... unsuitable... it is... flawed... i-i-i-incomplete..." The sounds emerging from the corpse's mouth no longer resembled a human tongue.

The voice was a grating, rasping sound—simultaneously male and female, oozing with sickness, malice, and suffering.

"That's enough..." The corpse continued to writhe.

"If this pathetic display is all you can manage, I won't need much effort to erase you," Qingyi said coldly, leveling the Thunder Sword.

Though he intended to end it, he held back momentarily, needing to glean more information.

"HAHAHAHAHAHA!"

A bout of manic laughter echoed through the cavern. The corpse's eyes rolled into its head as its neck snapped into unnatural positions.

For the first time since the possession began, the voice became smooth and coherent.

"I observed you once before... in that wretched little place... filled with pathetic people... blood of my blood."

The entity seemed to catch a scent in the air.

"You carry that aroma... the scent of my lineage... weak and tainted... lacking my true power... but she is there... a girl? I shall claim her..."

A shiver ran through Qingyi, born not of trepidation, but of pure, unadulterated rage.

He lunged forward, his hands clamping tightly around the corpse's throat.

He felt the creature’s skeletal hands grip his wrists in return, the jagged bone-tips digging deep into his skin.

A look of twisted delight crossed the corpse’s face. "We... shall encounter one another again... the thousand seeds... the thousand and one demon seeds... the perfect vessel..."

As the final syllable left its lips, the body crumbled into a pile of fine dust.

Qingyi stood in the silence, his mind racing over those parting words.

Demon seeds... were these the same seeds embedded within the fox tribe?

But there had only been a single seed in that instance.

"Ruxue... what are the odds that this individual is the Celestial Demon?"

Qingyi asked aloud, and a seductive form materialized at his side.

"It is highly likely," Ruxue replied. "The true question is what that filth desires with the Immortal Heaven."

"Tch..." Qingyi clenched his jaw, noticing Lucien’s labored breathing nearby.

He moved toward the fallen youth.

There were still far too many unanswered questions.

Kneeling beside him, Qingyi placed a hand over Lucien's chest, right where the mana heart had been altered.

Immediately, a jolt of shock raced through his arm as he made a startling discovery.

Lucien’s mana heart was thrashing violently within his chest, as if it were trying to break free from his body.