The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 523 - Xu Jianming (02)

The Gold King's secretive private arena, familiar to scarcely more than a few dozen individuals in the capital, hid deep within the heart of his opulent palace.

Spanning roughly ten square kilometers, this vast space had its ceiling upheld by four enormous pillars, filled with Qi so concentrated it shimmered visibly to the bare eye.

However, that thick Qi vanished right away as soon as the defensive arrays encircling the arena sprang to life.

"Don't hold back at all, you brat. I need to check if you're really deserving of my dear Meilin!"

With a fierce growl, the elderly man strode toward the far end of the arena.

"If you're not up to it, I'll at least make sure you lose some teeth!" He bellowed, while a mighty crimson Qi enveloped his form.

Qingyi ignored the taunt entirely, merely observing the old man with an intrigued gaze.

Meilin had never mentioned him before, so Qingyi had assumed their bond as granddaughter and grandfather was chilly and remote.

Yet the affection in the old man's words about her made Qingyi question that assumption.

After drawing in a steadying breath to compose himself, he advanced at last.

His sword hit the ground as he discarded it.

If the elder aimed to shatter teeth, so be it. A bare-knuckled brawl it would be.

Jianming felt stunned when Qingyi's silhouette vanished from sight.

He struggled to track the youth's movements... but what was the reason?

His gaze swept across the whole arena until a sharp warning of peril surged from his right flank.

The elder lifted his fists, guarding his face by clenching them tightly before him.

A thunderous explosion resounded, akin to a dragon's mighty roar, as the shockwave rattled the entire structure.

"Damn it!" The elder bellowed while getting hurled back, slamming into a pillar with a resounding thud.

The framework of steel, marble, and concrete quaked as the Qi arrays fought to shield it from the force.

Jianming dropped to his knees, gasping for air, with bits of white marble crumbling down around his feet.

That strike packed real power...

Lifting his gaze, he eyed Qingyi, who stayed utterly serene and unruffled.

As though unleashing such force meant nothing to him at all.

A torrent of feelings crossed the elder's features, yet ultimately, just one lingered: thrill!

"Hah... It's clear my granddaughter picks her suitors wisely!"

Now Qingyi found himself caught off guard as the elder bridged the gap between them in a flash.

Each unleashed a punch, their fists colliding and briefly shattering the spiritual arrays nearby, enough time for the earth beneath them to split wide, carving out a profound pit.

The clash sent both flying apart, with Qingyi steadying after precisely five paces.

In contrast, the elder staggered back over a dozen steps. "Youngster..." Wiping his damp lips with his robe's sleeve, the old man spoke.

"Do you realize the vast gap in bodily prowess between the Ancestral Emperor Realm and the Astral Body Realm? Even your draconic heritage shouldn't bridge that kind of disparity!"

Qingyi offered no answer to the remarks, deeming them unworthy of one.

Challenging Qingyi in raw physical might, of all challenges, proved unlucky for the elder.

He might stand a shot against him in Qi manipulation or skill mastery. But pure brawn? Never.

With a heavy sigh, the elder returned to his spot in the arena, hoisting his fists once more.

Though he was merely a sack of weary old bones, he refused to yield to any youth!

***

In a distant location, within one of the Five Colors Pavilion's premier and lavish healing halls, a figure stood vigil over a youth reclining on a cot.

This youth lacked any trousers.

His thighs parted wide, his intimate region shielded solely by a plain white diaper.

He was the Third Young Master, the Gold King's haughty heir and a formidable True Immortal Realm powerhouse.

Still, here he lay, clad in diapers, lids shut fast.

For a cultivator of his stature, the strike from Meilin to such a vulnerable spot

proved utterly lethal.

Fortune favored him that the injury spared his Dantian. Sadly, his father's healers failed to mend his

groin completely.

Without ascending to the Astral Body Realm for bodily rebirth, he'd face the indignity of feminine elimination for

eternity.

Though powerhouses like him rarely required such functions anyway.

Those beyond the Golden Core Realm never had to void their wastes, no matter their intake.

The figure at the Third Young Master's side was naturally the Gold King, who stood up as a shadowy presence materialized nearby.

"What's the matter? Has my wife arrived?" Jin Hao inquired, stretching his spine. "Indeed, lord, but there's more. Master Jianming has come too, and right now, it appears he's sparring with Qingyi in the private

arena."

Jin Hao's composed expression twisted upon the shadow's report.

"Ugh... When my wife gets here, fill her in on all of it! I'm heading to observe

them." Proclaimed the Gold King, his form blurring into motion and

abandoning the shadow in place.

Shortly after his departure, a new silhouette slipped into the chamber.

She was a graceful, lithe lady boasting flowing golden locks and features of

ethereal allure.

"My precious boy!"

In an instant, she dashed to the Third Young Master's side,

where he lingered in oblivion.

Her hands cradled his cheeks as she planted a kiss on his brow.

"Who dared this? Speak up!" She commanded, whirling to face the shadow

lingering in the room's shadows.

"Milady, I think the Gold King wishes for you to..."

"Right now!"

A piercing shriek interrupted the shadow's plea, sharp enough to rupture mortal ears.

The shadow glanced aside as a healer stepped inside.

"What's happening?" the healer questioned, met with a murderous stare from the Third Young Master's mother.

"Who hurt my child? Tell me immediately!"

Swiveling to the healer, she realized pressing the shadow was pointless.

"It was Miss Meilin!" The healer answered with reluctance.

"Meilin..."

She echoed the name, her tone resembling a fiend's snarl from infernal depths.

"Where's that wretched girl?"