The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 495 Die in silence... pig...

The deepest humiliation the patriarch had ever endured was finally purged from his existence, as he slaughtered each and every mocker, ripping out their eyes and severing their heads.

Yet, that fear lingered deep within his very core.

Luckily, enlightenment struck him in an instant.

Khaedryss differed greatly from her former self. Her strength now matched that of Red Death at best.

"Is that the extent of your abilities, you insolent whelp? You control this mere remnant of the old Khaedryss and believe you can challenge me?"

The patriarch bellowed, soaring upward into the heavens. Mana surged through his veins with unprecedented force, and he bared a savage, bloodstained grin.

His domain expanded across vast kilometers, swallowing the massive chamber whole. The sclera of his eyes darkened to midnight black, while his horns elongated further.

He tossed aside his fractured saber, riddled with tiny fissures, then drew forth a new armament from his spatial ring.

This new saber resembled the last, yet it dwarfed it in size. Its edge extended nearly two meters long, and his frame expanded accordingly, muscles bulging to grip the hefty blade with ease.

Far off, the booming clashes and scorching blaze from Khaedryss's duel with Red Death echoed relentlessly.

Flames consumed half the chamber, liquefying the rock into searing magma that cascaded over the gashes riddling the creature's hide.

Both the patriarch and Qingyi spared a quick look at the monsters' clash before charging straight at one another.

Their weapons clashed just a single time before they leaped back, their forms

blurring into streaks of motion, as waves of red mana and electric fury

overwhelmed their surroundings.

They unleashed everything they had, blades colliding countless times

in the narrow gap separating them, all within a heartbeat.

The area nearby crumbled to dust, initial protective formations cracking as the conflict raged outward.

One strike pierced a section of the stone barrier unprotected by the full arrays, burrowing almost ten

kilometers into the earth and carving out a vast pit capable of holding an entire city.

The pair poised to lunge once more when something compelled them apart.

A torrent of fire erupted between them—no, it resembled a thick beam of dark plasma more than anything.

Its scorching intensity rivaled only Qingyi's ancient chaos fire, slicing through stone like mere parchment and shattering numerous safeguards.

As Qingyi whipped his head around, he caught sight of Red Death's vicious teeth embedded in Khaedryss's throat while her inferno consumed all in reach.

Her forelimbs gripped Red Death's torso, ripping into his armor of scales as scalding blood poured onto the floor.

With a ferocious bellow, she hurled him away before clamping down fiercely, almost severing one of his limbs entirely.

The beasts halted briefly, locking gazes and snarling, as they kindled flames deep in their gullets.

Each craved an immediate finish.

Qingyi let out a weary breath at the spectacle.

Numerous injuries marred his form. Half his ribcage lay exposed, a lung had caved in, and bone fragments had lacerated his heart.

His survival hinged solely on the boundless life force typical of someone at his cultivation stage.

"This battle needs to conclude now..."

Qingyi summoned the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword. Bolts of lightning, roaring flames, and the sword's edge blended into a stunning, lethal weapon, the air heating up swiftly and compelling even the patriarch to recoil.

What in the world were those accursed fires encircling the blade?

One look revealed the truth: contact with them would spell disaster for him.

Nevertheless, he refused to yield ground, channeling his ultimate technique and funneling every drop of mana into his sword.

"Tremble in awe of my supremacy, you miserable pup!" The patriarch thundered, lunging ahead.

Simultaneously, Qingyi strode forward once, unleashing the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash.

His sweeping strike left a lingering path in its wake.

Not just fire and thunder.

The fabric of space ripped open, fundamental laws severed with such precision that their parting went almost unnoticed, forming a flawless, shadowy arc in its trail.

The patriarch's sword collided with Qingyi's in a clash of raw might, yet it proved futile.

Ultimately, it held out for only a fleeting second before the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword cleaved right through, racing toward its wielder's midsection.

The agonized cry that burst from him sent a chill through even Qingyi, as entrails spilled out with the top half of a once-mighty frame,

crimson rivulets flowing without end.

"Ugh... curse it all! No... this isn't real..."

The patriarch flailed in vain, his gaze overflowing with heightened dread as two silhouettes materialized next to Qingyi.

"I warned you not to injure yourself so badly, foolish husband..." One silhouette murmured, her gentle tone laced with worry as she pressed her lips to

Qingyi's.

"I'm alright, love." Qingyi chuckled, reciprocating Elize's affection. "Truth be told, I've never felt stronger."

His stare shifted to the fading foe, as the pair of stunning women drew near

him.

"Ah... my precious daughters... hahahaha..." The patriarch dragged himself along the ground. "Have you come for your father? Fear not, I bless your union with this fellow—no, more than that, I name him my successor and will reveal the spot where I discarded your mother's ashes, I

swear—"

The patriarch couldn't complete his vow, for Elize seized the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword from Qingyi's grasp and plunged it into her father's torso.

Seraphine acted without delay as well, drawing her blade and, in one fluid arc, lopping off his head.

"Perish quietly... swine..." They uttered together, their stares burning with fury.

In the far reaches, Khaedryss wrapped up her confrontation too, her talons anchoring Red Death to the earth as her fangs pierced his ribcage, claiming his heart in a single gory chomp.

The remainder of the corpse held no interest for her, not at this moment.

More vital sustenance awaited her immediately.

Her gaze locked onto the chamber's far end, and she hauled her wounded frame onward.

The moment had arrived to consume Karlan's heart, restoring her former might—no.

The moment had come to ascend to heights of strength beyond her wildest dreams.

Any transformations to her form that followed, she would embrace fully.