The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 560 Final Confrontation (01)

The shock was impossible for the Heavenly Demon to conceal as he lifted his blood sword into a guarding position.

For him, though, nothing had the power to halt the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash.

The Heaven-Defying thunder sword ripped across the sky, slicing space apart like parting waves in the sea, exposing an infinite void of shadow.

When it clashed against the Heavenly Demon's sword, there came no opposition, just a sharp metallic ring, then a thunderous blast.

A violent tremor surged through the Heavenly Demon's frame, weakening his hold on the weapon.

The sword flew from his grasp, while a mighty blast erupted from where the blades met.

In the air, Qingyi retreated two steps, breathing hard.

Meanwhile, the Heavenly Demon shot forward like a fired projectile, slamming into a distant mountain's side with a booming impact.

Qingyi observed the peak crumbling down onto his foe, disappointment etching across his features.

"Is that all?" The striking youth's words hung for just an instant before a shiver gripped him.

Through the gaps in the tumbled boulders, a red glow seeped out, followed by a fearsome presence that billowed forth.

"Very good!" A bellow resounded, powerful enough to shatter ordinary ears from miles around.

"You truly impress me, heir to the dragon god of corruption! You live up to your ancestor's legacy!"

With those declarations, the whole mountain burst apart, hurling house-sized boulders skyward before they plummeted back down.

In the midst of the chaos rose the Heavenly Demon, completely unharmed. Not a trace of dirt marred his garments.

Though struggling to channel his Qi, he remained a horrifying force.

Qingyi's mouth opened, yet no sound escaped before his rival closed the distance, a fresh blood sword materializing in his grip.

The Heavenly Demon struck without pause, swinging down in a slash so effortless it felt like swatting a bug rather than slaying Qingyi.

In a rush, Qingyi blocked the blow, angling his sword against the enemy's.

Right away, he wished he'd evaded instead. Breath exploded from his chest as he plummeted earthward.

Dust billowed up while his form buried into the area's stony terrain. The force of the strike scattered outward, carving twin fissures deep into the soil.

The earth seemed cleaved in quarters, Qingyi embedded at the heart, plunged hundreds of meters underground.

Already, he sensed the warmth from a magma layer just scores of meters deeper.

This rugged terrain boasted intense volcanic activity, after all.

His gaze hardened, and he drove a fist downward, gathering all that force into one spot.

The Heavenly Demon, who had sneered at the rift until that point, failed to mask his astonishment.

His arms lifted on reflex as vapor poured from the fissures, bearing infernal warmth, and then molten rock.

Surrounded by stone liquefied in blazing fury, Qingyi ascended. A twist in space engulfed his figure, depositing him at the Heavenly Demon's rear.

"Fast!" The Heavenly Demon's eyes bulged.

He spun just in time, clashing his sword with

Qingyi's.

The Heavenly Demon avoided being bisected, but the strike landed anyway, the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword burying into his

shoulder.

Neither warrior yielded ground.

With no escape, the power locked in their weapons burst into the atmosphere, devouring every bit of air nearby in the blast and forming a void that imploded swiftly.

"You... filthy brat!" Fury laced the Heavenly Demon's tone beyond restraint.

He shoved Qingyi away in haste and pulled back, grasping his wounded shoulder.

It seared like the underworld, yet that pain was only part of it.

The gash wouldn't heal!

What sort of accursed Qi caused this?

After several breaths to steady himself, the Heavenly Demon guided his Qi with caution, at last sealing the tear.

In quiet standoff, the pair hovered in the heavens, skimming mere meters above ground, eyes locked.

"Ah... You're quite the unusual youth, aren't you?" A wry grin crossed the Heavenly Demon's lips as he sidestepped further clashes. "Can't you just perish in silence? I'd pick death over enduring your repulsive voice for one more instant." An angry pulse throbbed on the Heavenly Demon's brow, though he

soon composed himself.

He had started the taunts toward Qingyi. It'd be shameful to let the dynamic flip.

"You know... the Corruption dragon god was ancient, far older than I am. Likely ancient enough to have crossed paths with the founder who shaped the heavens and toppled the ancient gods' reign."

The Heavenly Demon offered a soft smile, gesturing with his hands in a relaxed wave.

A modest jar brimming with spirits materialized in his hold, and he drank deeply

with relish.

"He was once an esteemed master among those self-righteous swine. A fellow devoted to just one woman, hoarding his strength for

himself...

Aren't you curious about how I altered that?"

"You?" Qingyi's expression twisted in astonishment.

Even Ruxue, within the mental realm, appeared puzzled.

What exactly did the Heavenly Demon imply?

She knew tales of how the dragon god of corruption had earned admiration and awe, but following his wife's passing and his sole daughter's vanishing, he surrendered utterly to his might.

He disseminated corruption among countless devotees and loosed a frenzy

of pleasure demons that slaughtered and violated billions.

But how in the world did the Heavenly Demon connect to any of that?

Following a quick mental chat with Ruxue, Qingyi grinned.

No matter the details, it mattered to him and her alike.

In truth, like it or not, their destinies intertwined tightly with the Heavenly Demon's, and deeper knowledge of him could only help.

"Your lame trick to stall succeeded. Go on."