The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 481 Insolent brat!

As Lucios observed the pair, his thin, withered lips curled upward, allowing a massive grin to dominate his aged features.

With a wave of his hands, two spheres of light descended to hover above the two young men.

Qingyi examined his rival with a look of curiosity before stepping into the arena, cracking his knuckles while maintaining a firm grip on the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.

"You have a beautiful sword, stranger. My name is Lux, what is yours?" The youth inquired, reaching out with an open hand.

"Qingyi." Qingyi answered with cold brevity, meeting Lux's handshake.

However, the instant their hands met, a premonition of danger struck him.

His left foot dug slightly into the earth, and his surroundings blurred as he shifted his position in a flash.

Simultaneously, the saber at Lux's hip transformed into a golden streak, his right hand moving with supernatural velocity.

A thunderous crack resounded as a violent slash split the arena floor in two, narrowly missing Qingyi by a hair's breadth.

"Oh... that's powerful, at least for an ant." Qingyi remarked with a mocking smile, noting the shock written across Lux's face.

Twisting his frame, the handsome youth delivered a sharp kick; his boots connected with Lux's face with a heavy thud, launching him backward into the barrier.

"Ugh... son of a bitch." Lux spat out a pained groan as he collapsed to his knees, vomiting blood and several shattered teeth onto the ground.

His nose was visibly mangled and crimson, clearly broken from the impact.

"This is going to be interesting, hehehe..." Old Lucios chuckled, tapping a long, pointed fingernail against the dark steel of his throne.

Lux required only a moment to recover, clutching at his chest before letting out a savage roar.

"You're fast, but don't think speed alone will be enough, foreign pig!" Lux slammed his fist into the floor, his frame erupting with a golden aura as his previous humility was swallowed by sheer arrogance.

He bridged the gap between himself and Qingyi in the blink of an eye.

His blade collided with the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword in a violent impact, his bellows intensifying as he exerted more and more pressure.

Qingyi let out a soft grunt as his feet plowed into the concrete, resisting Lux's heavy momentum.

He did not even bother to circulate his Qi, choosing to rely entirely on his mana and raw physical power.

That was more than sufficient to handle this insect.

Around the combatants, gravity appeared to falter momentarily, causing debris from the shattered arena to drift upward.

The lightning-infused mana of Qingyi and the golden Qi of Lux carved jagged furrows into the stone floor.

"Yield!" Lux screamed, summoning a final surge of strength while manifesting a spell in his left hand—one of the few techniques he had truly perfected.

"I'm sorry, but I've seen enough." Qingyi finally retaliated with his full power, bracing his foot and driving his sword, wreathed in thunder and flame, toward his rival's weapon.

In a heartbeat, steel bit into steel, and droplets of molten metal splashed onto the floor.

Lux's eyes grew wide as Qingyi's blade sliced straight through his own, the weight in his grip suddenly vanishing.

Before he could even process the loss, Qingyi's fist was already whistling through the air toward his face, enveloped in a fierce, blazing aura.

Many onlookers squeezed their eyes shut at the booming sound of Qingyi's punch finding its mark.

Lux was sent spinning through the air, his feet skidding briefly before he was slammed violently against the protective arrays.

Beneath Qingyi's feet, the floor crumbled into dust, and the surrounding formations trembled under the stress.

Even though the arrays were designed to withstand the shockwaves of an Immortal Emperor like Qingyi, they struggled to contain the force, and hairline fractures began to spread across the ground.

The audience was paralyzed by a mixture of conflicting emotions.

Numerous elders and Sect leaders rose from their seats, eyeing the young man with transparent greed.

They felt a desperate urge to claim him as their own champion—to brainwash, train, and forge him into a peerless weapon against their rivals.

However, none dared to speak, waiting instead for the reaction of old Lucios.

Viola, the guard dispatched by Seraphine, felt the same, though her thoughts had shifted in a different direction.

'A man who doesn't seem to be of this world...' Viola mused, her gaze lingering on Lux.

For a second, she wondered if it was due to his looks, but seeing him now—with a shattered jaw and a face reduced to a bloody mess—she quickly discarded the notion.

Her young mistress would never waste her attention on such a person.

Instead, Viola’s focus shifted to Qingyi.

He was far more striking than Lux, possessing unusual attire, strange mannerisms, and a unique gait.

More importantly, he carried himself with overwhelming power.

"Boy..." Lucios' voice boomed out, jolting Viola from her trance.

"I was merely seeking a champion, a combatant to serve my house for eternity and perhaps one day fly a dragon at my side." Lucios stood from his throne, chest puffed out with pride.

Customarily, the selection of champions only occurred after the final duel; those were the established protocols.

But he had no regard for such rules.

Among the draconic elves, even the patriarch bowed to his will.

The other eleven great clans lived in fear of his might.

"But I have had a change of heart. Become my apprentice—no, my godson! If you wish, I will even wed you to one of my granddaughters and name you my successor!" Lucios shouted, spreading his arms wide as if to welcome Qingyi into the family.

These words sent a wave of shock through the seated elites, yet silence reigned as no one dared to protest.

Qingyi paused to consider, scratching his chin before slowly shaking his head.

The grin on Lucios' face vanished instantly, but Qingyi remained unfazed.

"I beg your pardon, senior, but this junior came here with the sole intention of serving Lady Seraphine. I will not accept any invitation that does not come from her faction."

The astonishment sparked by Lucios' offer was nothing compared to the absolute shock caused by Qingyi's blatant rejection.

"What an insolent brat!"

"How dare you refuse Lord Lucios?"

"Do you know who you're talking to?"

Qingyi paid them no mind, his gaze fixed solely upon Viola.