The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 494 - How about a little fun too, girl?

"Damn it!"

A torrent of agony crashed over Qingyi as countless projectiles slammed into him simultaneously.

Those roots called forth by the patriarch slithered like serpents in his direction, pounding his chest with brutal force.

The dark scales held firm against the first assault, yet exhaustion soon crept in.

His teeth ground together fiercely, drawing blood from his gums while he mustered his strength.

In a burst of energy, he released it all, demolishing the incoming barrage across several dozen meters.

"Oh... so you're not merely a common mortal, are you?" The patriarch bellowed with laughter, observing Qingyi's shift in form.

His words had scarcely ended when Qingyi lunged at him, fist sheathed in ebony scales ripping through the atmosphere at maximum force.

The patriarch took the hit square on. His nose crumpled inward, body twisting a full one-eighty before hurtling rearward like a fired shot.

Crashing down, he created a booming impact, violent quakes rippling through the surrounding area.

Qingyi pressed onward, summoning the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, poised to cleave him apart.

Regrettably, the patriarch had bounced back already. Scores of sturdy roots erupted from the earth nearby, ends honed like blades.

"Tell me, boy, what fuels your boldness to end my life?" The

patriarch bellowed, readying his blade.

With a smirk of delight, he observed Qingyi effortlessly slicing past his myriad strikes, the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword carving through all in its path.

Under the fury of his slain priests and stalled schemes, his blood surged hotly. The oppressive aura from Qingyi's bloodline only heightened his thrill.

It had been ages since he'd clashed with a foe that made him break a sweat.

He surged ahead, his form blurring into a savage streak.

"Answer me, what boon did Seraphine bestow upon you? Join my ranks, and I'll grant you tenfold! I'll even turn her into your personal plaything."

The patriarch's sword collided with the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword in a ear-splitting clash. Sparks of metal filled the space between them as the force built swiftly.

"Oh... it's not solely for Seraphine that I'm slaying you, you vile betrayer." Qingyi revealed a true grin.

Forcing the patriarch away, he struck once more, his sword gliding beyond the foe's and clanging against its hilt.

"Ugh... FUCK!"

A yelp of anguish rang out, then precisely three fingers spun free into the air, the patriarch's weapon tumbling from his grasp.

His gaze bulged wide, and he hastily pulled another sword from his spatial ring, clutching it with his leftover digits to block Qingyi's instant killing blow.

How in the world did that fiend possess such raw might?

Trading strikes with him felt like battering an iron barrier.

"Not just for Seraphine? What exactly do you imply?" The patriarch demanded, his features twisted in raw loathing even as a

wide grin stretched across them.

Qingyi chuckled at the query. He flourished the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, the swing flinging blood from its edge in an arc.

"Take a guess. Another of your daughters, discarded and marked for death by a wretched, soiled betrayer like yourself."

As those words resounded, the patriarch's grin vanished entirely.

His domain trembled. Fists balled so tightly that nails pierced his palm skin.

"Elize... so it's over that accursed spawn... I knew she

would spell ruin for my kin!"

The patriarch gnashed his teeth. His speech came out more like a starving animal's snarl, his refined features warping into hideous masks.

"No.... you invited your own ruin! I'm simply the blade that will bring this ruin to your worthless existence." Qingyi set him straight.

The patriarch's crimson eyes blazed with killing rage as he howled.

"Red Death... consume him!"

Of course, RedDeath was thrilled to heed his master's call.

The sting from that earlier strike when Qingyi arrived lingered sharply in his thoughts, as vivid as the humiliation of failing to even flinch.

His razor claws gouged the soil for leverage as his maw gaped wide at Qingyi.

The colossal, near-hundred-ton monster of unyielding scaled hide and sheer brawn

was set to swallow him whole.

Qingyi stood unmoving, a subtle smile tugging at his mouth.

"Care for some playtime too, girl?" he inquired.

The instant after, RedDeath halted abruptly, braking its charge and

attempting to withdraw.

He was a ravenous predator, famed for endless appetite and wild fury, yet no fool among beasts.

RedDeath detected the peril instantly as Qingyi's sword gleamed. A massive head surged upward, joined by a bellow etched into the

dragon's essence.

It was Khaedryss, whose retreat efforts only bared his vulnerable throat to her, her fangs clamping onto his robust red plating.

With a mighty shove, she drove the dragon further back, sensing her teeth pierce the scales, fiery potent blood flooding her mouth.

Red Death thrashed wildly.

His inferno blazed across the vicinity as he twisted his enormous frame, leveraging the twist to shake Khaedryss from his neck. Freed, he pulled back swiftly, barely in time to catch a blast of dark, searing fire to the visage.

Khaedryss offered no mercy.

Ages had passed since she'd savored blood this potent or enjoyed a brawl this fierce. She refused to squander it. "Khaedryss..." Next to Qingyi, the patriarch whispered, fighting to mask his astonishment.

Was his vision deceiving him? Could that really be Khaedryss?

He trembled, battling to rein in his venom.

He recalled vividly his youth, powerless yet brash, that idiotic bid to claim Khaedryss as mount.

He'd only kept his arm thanks to his father's timely rescue.

Still, his pride lay in ruins forever, trousers drenched in fear's release as he wailed in terror before the elite youths of his era.