The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 554 Ten thousand deaths!
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
Prior to heading back to the empire of the illuminated sky, Qingyi planned to traverse the territory of the cat people and the domain of the dragon people, simply so that Qianyao and Linyue could see their kin.
Regrettably, that plan didn't hold up for much time, and the instant Qingyi reached the entrance of the dragon people's capital city, he halted abruptly.
His gaze locked onto a nearby wall, prompting him to retreat a pace.
The surroundings seemed divided right down the middle, with the sky portion shifting across the earthly section below.
He'd encountered this odd event previously, right after entering the immortal heavens.
A blow strong enough to slice through the fabric of reality.
Back then, its source escaped him entirely, yet now he identified the mastermind of that devastating attack.
"Jianming..." Qingyi trembled.
What could compel a stubborn elder like that cursed geezer to unleash such a devastating blow?
The most dreadful possibility flooded Qingyi's thoughts right away, sending him soaring upward as a rift in space engulfed his form.
He pinpointed the enlightened imperial capital faster than any prior journey, his mind looping the same desperate plea over and over.
He hadn't arrived too late, had he?
No... that was impossible!
As soon as he materialized high over the imperial capital, a heavy dread gripped Qingyi's heart.
The stench of blood assaulted his senses, while the infernal blaze's scorching warmth struck his features.
Everywhere his eyes scanned, only profound shadows and demise met him, with countless spirits wailing in torment.
The demonic seeds had indeed burst forth!
He merely prayed his timing hadn't slipped beyond salvage.
Qingyi steadied his pounding heart, battling the rising panic while his sight zeroed in on the sole structure left unscathed amid the ruins: the five-colored pavilion.
The fiend guarding it remained oblivious to any newcomer, its one foot planted on the chest of Jianming's headless form.
A wide grin spread across the demon's face as it savored the elder's devoured strength surging within its bloodstream.
Its lord would surely delight in this triumph!
Lifting its right arm, the blood nearby swirled and coalesced into a lance clutched in its fist.
Its stare fixed on the white heron, who wept in her spouse's embrace, her eyes glued to her sire's remains.
The demon smirked and hurled the spear.
Yet the barrier remained untouched.
A horrific wail of anguish rang out, and the crimson lance clattered down beside the demon's chopped-off limb.
The monster pulled back swiftly, spinning to clutch the gory remnant.
Its gaze snapped to a striking youth who scarcely acknowledged its presence.
How had that wretched fool sneaked up from behind with such ease?
The demon quaked, its wound mending at a rapid pace.
In truth, Qingyi spared no thought for the demon whatsoever. His focus stayed riveted entirely on Jianming.
He regarded his in-laws, his expression twisted in sorrow.
"I'm sorry... I couldn't get here fast enough." Qingyi clenched his jaw, fury overtaking grief in his tone.
Fury directed inward, not toward the fiend.
He'd grown too overconfident.
He'd known he ought to rush straight back to the capital,
yet he delayed.
This disaster rested squarely on his shoulders. Without that holdup...
Qingyi dropped to his knees, seizing Jianming's detached head and channeling Qi to reattach it to the torso.
It offered little benefit.
The elder's spirit had been utterly devoured. What lingered was merely a vacant husk.
Rising with Jianming cradled in his arms, Qingyi advanced toward the shield.
"Son-in-law, watch out!" Jin Hao yelled.
The demon trailing Qingyi viewed this as an ideal chance and charged at the striking youth, its features alight with manic glee.
Qingyi didn't bother glancing back.
He simply directed the Qi from his rear, shoving it all at the fiend.
That entity possessed real power, but lagged far behind Nianxue and, naturally, trailed even further from Qingyi's present might.
The demon scarcely managed a response before the thunderous Qi shredded its frame into countless fragments.
Qingyi spotted the fiend reforming, yet dismissed it entirely.
He passed through the barrier and at last stood before Jin Hao and the White Heron.
With a heavy exhale, he lowered himself, setting the body down.
"Y-you... curse you!" The white heron spat, though her venom targeted not Qingyi, but her father's lifeless form.
She lunged onto the chilled corpse, tears streaming without restraint.
"Why must you be so pigheaded? Why not simply retreat here and hold out? A bit more time... had you only lingered a touch longer..." She struck her father's torso, weeping bitterly.
Qingyi lifted his head, shutting his eyes in an attempt to soothe his raging spirit.
He botched it terribly, his thoughts overwhelmed by one emotion: An intense loathing, fiercer than any he'd known throughout his existence.
'Heavenly demon...' He gazed skyward. 'I'll slaughter you a thousand—no, ten thousand times!' Qingyi bellowed inwardly before sharpening his focus anew.
"You can shift your palace away from the capital via teleportation, right?" Jin Hao inquired.
"Uh... yeah, but—"
"Do it, immediately." Qingyi commanded.
Sensing the icy rage in his son-in-law's words, Jin Hao wasted no more time.
For the moment, he couldn't afford to cling to his pointless arrogance, not like Jianming had.
Escape was now essential.
In swift strides, he reentered the office, triggering a swarm of spatial arrays encircling the palace.
Confirming every patron and sentinel was secured within, he initiated the relocation.
The distance covered wasn't vast, merely a thousand kilometers distant, yet sufficient to buy them precious moments to flee.
The cost for one activation was outrageous, naturally, but survival trumped wealth when doom loomed.
Qingyi observed the massive palace vanish, his form hovering as he detected every demon's position.
Nearly nine hundred fifty of them swarmed, locked in brutal clashes with the capital's numerous powerhouses.
He drew the sky-defying thunder sword, invoking its fourth state.
Over three thousand ethereal blades orbited his figure, his dragon-like intellect already plotting their paths.
He prepared to unleash the carnage when, yet again, he forced a pause.
His vision shifted to the distant skyline, and he ground his teeth. Would he truly get no respite, not even a fleeting instant?