The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 537 - What name would you choose for yourself?
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
Gradually, the white mist dissipated, uncovering the woman's form amid an ocean of infernal flames.
She trembled slightly. No harm had come to her; the shield had blocked all the harm from touching her. Yet, that was of no concern to her at this moment.
Her gaze fixed on the earth below her, taking in the devastation and the lifeless forms.
A creature, a bit more robust than the rest, had just managed to survive from the edge of Qingyi's strike.
The beast dragged itself along, bellowing in agony as its limbs reduced to cinders. It fought on for a short while before it fell still.
"What is that?" she inquired, her tone filled with pure wonder. Her palms moved to her bosom. It felt weighted, more so than before.
"Death." A crisp, icy response echoed from behind her, resembling the snarl of a deathly sovereign. "Don't fret, you'll join it shortly."
She had no time to respond before another hit landed on her.
The Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword sliced through the atmosphere with immense force, unleashing a fierce downward strike on the barrier.
The demonic spawn was hurled toward the earth. The shield enveloping her form soaked up every bit of the harm, from the cut and the crash.
Qingyi showed no response, merely observing as the surroundings cracked open from the force of the demonic spawn's fall.
A plume of debris and scorching vapor erupted from the terrain, engulfing a ten-kilometer area in utter ruin. "But... I don't want to die..."
A shiver ran through Qingyi at the sound of that melodic, harmonious voice, his dragon-like eyes spotting the demonic spawn unscathed amid the debris and haze.
In an instant, before Qingyi could register it, a sword pressed against his throat.
He twisted his head, armoring himself with dark scales, yet the strike wasn't halted, the metal ringing out as his scales cracked apart.
The safeguard spared him from losing his head, but his neck was gashed, compelling him to cough up blood.
"But... I need to die to fulfill the master's wish... right?" She echoed, resting her palm on her chest once more.
It weighed even more now. Her eyes quivered, her frame shaking along with them.
[Don't let your guard down. She is the outcome of over twenty thousand years drawing in the essence from the Tree of Life. She is adapting, and swiftly.]
Ruxue's words resounded in Qingyi's thoughts, and he gave a frosty nod.
It was fortunate he hadn't let Lingxue remain near him; protecting her would have been impossible.
"Ah... I should have arrived sooner," Qingyi snarled, readying the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.
He ought to have fetched Lingxue earlier. He should have reached the Astral Body Realm and elevated his bloodline and physique to their peak.
Had he overlooked the teaching from his clash with Qingxue's sibling during the core disciple trials of the Burning Dragon Sect?
The sole secure method to handle a foe was through overwhelming, ruthless might.
That demonic core had become far too powerful.
"Ah..." He breathed out, shut his eyes, and pressed forward.
The demonic spawn lifted a hand, bolstering the shield before her, the blade of the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword
resounding with a clash as it met her, propelling her backward once more.
She clenched her jaw. A lone tear formed in her gaze as she directed her palms toward Qingyi. Scores of blades materialized and hurtled explosively at the youth.
Qingyi didn't remain idle and promptly called forth the fourth stance of the Storm Monarch Sword Art.
Myriad thunder-infused edges encircled his figure, charging against the crimson swords as bolts illuminated the heavens.
His domain descended over the realm. Vast expanses of fire and molten rock overtook all. Bolts crashed down wildly, obliterating whatever they struck.
Qingyi sensed his stores of Qi and mana draining from him at an alarming rate. Every ounce of his strength converged on one spot: the edge of his weapon.
He drew in a breath, sealed his eyes, steadied his thoughts, and moved ahead.
The landscape before him split wide from his sword's swing. Ancient principles crumbled, and the core of that domain quaked.
Beyond, scores of kilometers distant, the escaping fox maidens sensed the Tree of Life quiver, a colossal force overtaking its roots and the territory it shielded.
"Die." The youth rumbled, eyeing the last looks on the demonic spawn's features.
On reflex, she unleashed hundreds of crimson edges, directing them all at Qingyi in a final, instinctive bid for survival.
Qingyi experienced those edges ripping into his skin. His vital organs failed, and his form drenched in crimson, yet he pressed on.
The noise of shattering crystal filled his hearing as the shield at last gave way, the demonic spawn's body struck with unrestrained power.
"Ugh... damn it!" He spewed blood. An immense wave of ease washed over him as his frame weakened, scarcely holding him upright.
He had poured all into that final strike; his Qi and Mana levels hovered under 1%.
With a wry grin, he pivoted to depart, set to summon Lingxue, but paused at a faint, suffering cry from afar.
"I'm cold... so cold..." The demonic spawn sobbed, pressing her hand to her left breast, now torn away, her form marred by grievous injuries, and her innards strewn across the soil.
"What is this?" She questioned, probing her own gashes.
"It's pain... The same pain you would inflict on those women if I allowed you to survive," Qingyi answered, his voice still chill.
"But... I don't like this... I don't want to hurt..." Tears poured from her
eyes ceaselessly. Her frame shook as she struggled to grasp
what befell her.
"Does it hurt?" She gestured to the injuries blanketing Qingyi, the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword poised beneath her bosom.
"Yes," Qingyi admitted, yet he refrained from driving the blade deeper, a quiver seizing his gaze.
Why the delay? Why did his heart weigh so much?
'Finish it, damn it!' He berated himself inwardly, but he was unable.
"I... I'm sorry... I don't want to hurt..." She clasped the sword's edge.
Her expression held feelings Qingyi failed to interpret.
"I don't want to die... I don't want to feel this..." Her gaze shifted to the
blade at her chest. Her slender, fragile fingers gripped the keen metal, and crimson flowed without end.
"Can you make it stop?" she pleaded sincerely, imploring. "Please..."
Qingyi's grip finally slackened, and the Thunder Sword dropped to the earth. He steeled his determination, tuning out Ruxue's voice in his head.
"Tell me... if you weren't a creation, if you weren't merely a vessel of power for your master... what name would you pick for yourself?"
[NT: Her art will be revealed soon, as I don't think the time is right yet. I know this chapter raises many questions, but don't worry, the reason why she is so different from the other demon seeds will also be explained soon.]