The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 561 - Final confrontation (02)

"Pathetic? Young man, my technique is flawless, hahaha!" The Heavenly Demon burst into booming laughter.

"You should see her, the most perfect woman in the world... It was delightful watching her plead for her daughter's life as I sliced her throat."

The Heavenly Demon's eyes rolled back in ecstasy. Just picturing that moment seemed to push him over the edge into bliss.

[Disgusting!] Ruxue yelled inside Qingyi's mind, and he gave a firm nod.

He might be a pervert, sure, but the Heavenly Demon? He was an utter, revolting freak.

A loathsome creature who didn't even merit the breath he took.

"His daughter, where is she?" Qingyi demanded in an icy tone, a blazing rage surging up from the core of his being.

It stemmed from his own fury too, but the main trigger was his bloodline, howling and demanding the end of that cursed fiend.

"Oh... I'd spill the details if we were up in the celestial realms, but..." The Heavenly Demon's gaze turned lethally frigid. "You're not surviving this day regardless."

As soon as the words escaped, the whole world shifted dramatically, far unlike anything before.

That was...

Qingyi's eyes bulged wide, and he lifted one hand upward.

Liquid plummeted from above, yet it wasn't ordinary rain. What pooled in his open palm was blood—crimson, vivid, and searing hot.

Qingyi squeezed his fist shut with force.

The blood that contacted him evaporated instantly, not even a chance to taint his garments.

His gaze dropped down, locking onto the landscape beneath.

Merely moments of this blood rain had passed, yet it sufficed to create an ocean stretching to the horizon, swallowing all in boundless scarlet.

"Ah... Can you sense the splendor?" The Heavenly Demon extended his limbs leisurely.

"This is my domain, the endless blood sea, forged from the lifeblood of billions of foes."

"And you'll join it shortly."

Right after those words landed, he charged ahead, and it wasn't just him alone.

The vast blood sea surged in tandem with his advance. Billows morphed into scarlet lances and monstrous forms that soared skyward, all zeroing in on Qingyi.

"Irritating..." The striking youth clenched his jaw, soaring upward as far as possible.

Beneath, a blood serpent bared its maw lined with deadly fangs, its massive coiled form rising hundreds of meters over the waves.

Qingyi halted mid-air and struck with a punch, unleashing air pressure to shatter the beast.

He scarcely caught a breath when he noticed: the Heavenly Demon had vanished from sight.

His vision swept across the surroundings until it settled on the crumbling serpent's remains, where a silhouette burst forth, sword already thrusting toward Qingyi's torso.

The striking youth evaded, twisted his form, and

struck back fiercely.

The whole sea trembled violently, the blood parting in massive swells as the impact rippled outward.

The pair hovered there briefly, locked in a stare-down, their mighty frames contending for dominance in that raw power struggle.

"Did I mention how hideous you look this close?" Qingyi mocked with a grin stained red, sensing fresh wounds stirring inside.

"Oh... says the one speaking!" The Heavenly Demon shoved Qingyi away before unleashing a bellow.

"Time to finish this for good, you whelp! I haven't got forever to waste on your worthless existence!"

He tried hard to conceal it, but deep down, desperation clawed at him.

His Qi teetered on the brink of exhaustion.

To avoid perishing there and squandering millennia of schemes, he had to wrap this up immediately.

He required swift recovery and absorption of his Dantian's foundation

as fast as he could manage.

With a furious snarl, the celestial demon created maximum distance from Qingyi.

He'd been dodging her strongest moves, but now he saw that restraint would spell his doom.

Qingyi, holding back himself, couldn't argue against that push.

After all, his wounds were piling up inside, and his vast stores of mana and Qi depleted swiftly with every clash.

The duo eyed one another for a split second before launching into action.

The Heavenly Demon pulled back his arm and discarded the sword

in his grip.

He drew in a long breath, released it with a heavy sigh, then called up a new sword, its edge a touch broader than the last.

His stare hardened. He murmured an incantation silently, and a blood shield materialized around him, drawing in the surrounding sea

without mercy.

Oddly, despite devouring endless blood, the shield stayed the same size—it simply intensified in strength.

Meanwhile, Qingyi conjured a fiery lance, channeling the Art of the Nine Spears of Heavenly Fire.

Without pause, he hurled the initial spear, which smashed against the

shield with a thunderous crash.

It failed to even rattle it, but Qingyi paid no mind,

summoning a follow-up spear.

Observing the sea's surface sink visibly, he launched the second, followed by the third, fourth, fifth, sixth, seventh, and eighth.

In no time, the seabed emerged, dotted with lingering crimson pools, while the shield bore only faint fissures. "Boy... I'll force you to rue your very birth!" A thunderous cry rang out as the blood shield shattered, swirling around the Heavenly Demon's sword like raging infernos.

They flickered wildly and quivered, yet brimmed with terrifying might.

Qingyi unleashed the final spear at last before seizing the thunder sword that defies the heavens, bracing for the ultimate showdown. He channeled every bit of his Qi into the edge and observed as the Heavenly Demon shattered the ninth spear effortlessly, pressing on without mercy. The blood sword carved a scarlet path in its wake, resembling a serpent trailing

its arc.

Just prior to striking Qingyi, the striking youth unleashed the Heaven-shattering Divine Slash once more, though this instance carried a twist.

He skipped the usual fire infusion into his weapon. Instead, he poured in the raw flames of primordial chaos.

The blades collided, and silence descended.

It held for a fleeting instant, barely noticeable, before an unimaginable blast consumed both their forms.

Bones snapped, arms were severed, skin shredded, and meridians

torn asunder.

Yet neither yielded, the primordial chaos flames relentlessly consuming all in their path.