The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 552 - So today is the day I die... huh?

Jianming clutched his saber with fierce intensity, his gaze filled with rage as a red aura enveloped his figure.

Which cursed demons had the audacity to slaughter the empire's citizens in such a brutal way?

He glanced over his shoulder, observing his son-in-law and the marquis, together with the scores of other guardians assigned to the five-color pavilion, all already drawing their weapons.

"Hm... I was enjoying such a fine day..." Jianming muttered, positioning his saber for battle.

His attention locked onto one demon in the astral body realm, who was slaying thousands of ordinary folk with each devastating swing.

In an instant, his form blurred into motion, the atmosphere behind him bursting apart as he vanished from sight.

He materialized right before the demon, his saber slicing through the wind with terrifying force, aimed straight at the monster's throat.

Much to his shock, the demon made no attempt to evade. Far from it.

The creature remained motionless, allowing the edge to bite into its pale blue hide at the neck, carving deep until it halted midway.

"It withstood my strike? Unbelievable!" Jianming's eyes bulged in disbelief.

This had merely been a testing slash to gauge the demon's strength, yet that changed nothing.

It was a strike powerful enough to behead any astral realm cultivator caught off guard.

The demon paused briefly, red blood trickling from where its neck met Jianming's blade.

Its mouth twisted upward, stretching as if ready to split, its red eyes blazing with lethal hatred.

In its grasp, a blade materialized, resembling Jianming's own but forged completely from blood.

At once, the elder pulled back, the demon's weapon whistling past his face by mere inches and shearing off the end of his beard.

His locks whipped wildly as he withdrew, only to detect five additional demons closing in from his rear, each hailing from the ancestral emperor realm.

"Cursed fiends..." Jianming gnashed his teeth, his eyes reddened with fury as he soared upward. "I'll show you why they call me the Crimson Eclipse Saber!"

His saber gleamed once more, shining brighter than before, its scarlet aura swiftly cloaking his whole frame as he braced himself.

All six demons lunged forward together, blood blades clutched in their hands.

"Fall of the Red Moon!"

As Jianming's shout echoed, he merged seamlessly with his saber, the keen edge whirling around him, his presence surging until his figure vanished entirely.

The demons scarcely noticed the assault, pressing their wild charge onward.

They craved only to slay that mighty warrior and claim his Qi for themselves.

The lead demon neared within a meter of Jianming, thrusting out its limb to impale him with its blade.

Yet before the edge could touch him, the beast's arm was already lopped off, countless tiny gashes erupting over its form.

The remaining five suffered the same doom, rushing desperately toward Jianming's position, only to get instantly diced by the myriad slashes he unleashed around them each moment.

He resembled a relentless shredder, manifesting as a crimson moon descending gradually onto the land.

Abruptly, Jianming halted his rotation, his frame steadying as the red aura faded, while he observed the demons' corpses plummeting down, sliced into countless fragments.

Initial triumph lit his features, but that glee vanished swiftly.

The civilians' blood pooling on the ground stirred at once, drawn irresistibly to the mangled remains, merging severed parts into a grotesque mass of blood, meat, and entrails.

A cold shiver raced along Jianming's back, his veins turning to ice.

That... that couldn't be real, could it?

That strike hadn't just rent the flesh; it had inflicted severe harm to the

soul.

Even if those monsters could mend their forms, their souls wouldn't

emerge intact...

Jianming clenched his jaw, seizing his saber with desperate force, then hurled himself at the slowly reforming corpses.

With his present cultivation level, he could perceive the life force of nearly every inhabitant in the city by concentrating his senses.

By rough count, he realized at least five million had perished already, though powerhouses beyond the ancient emperor realm continued mounting fierce opposition against the demons.

Worse still, he had no clue about the empire's other regions.

What if more cities faced similar assaults?

Jianming swung again, flattening dozens of nearby structures as his saber ripped endlessly through the space ahead, unleashing waves of Qi that repeatedly mangled the demons and halted their regeneration.

"Die, you—" Jianming scarcely completed his words.

His gaze widened as he twisted away, a surge of blood Qi in blade form hurtling toward him.

He barely deflected it from his core by the slimmest margin, though it still carved into his shoulder before detonating.

"Father-in-law!"

"Ugh... you scum!"

The shouts from Jin Hao and Jianming overlapped in the chaos.

The elder staggered back, pressing his wounded shoulder as the saber tumbled from his grasp.

His right arm went numb instantly, crimson spilling without end.

Hastily, he tallied the demons encircling them, their ranks swelling rapidly.

Before long, over twenty hemmed them in, three among them at the astral body realm.

"Ah..." Jianming's breaths grew labored, his eyes icy with bloodlust as he reached out with his left hand.

His saber flew back into his hold, and he bared a wide grin.

'So this is the day I meet my end... is it?'

The elder's mouth hooked upward, exposing spotless teeth ground so fiercely that his gums wept blood.

He had spent his existence in service to the empire, safeguarding it and its people.

What end could suit him better than falling in its defense?

A wail of torment pierced Jianming's hearing as the marquis, battling beside Jin Hao, fell victim to a rear assault.

The fiend ripped open his dantian, shattering his frame.

The cries of a cultivator at such a stage, as his soul and Qi were devoured from within, made for a gruesome spectacle to endure.