The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 562 What makes you think you have that much time?

Magnitude 7 quakes ravaged even the fringes of the Auranys divine kingdom, hundreds of kilometers distant from the capital, causing the land under the heavens to plunge into chaos.

Far away in the Valemont kingdom, doomsayers proclaimed the apocalypse with the heavens staining crimson, the identical spectacle unfolding throughout the immortal firmament.

Not one powerhouse escaped the grip of anxiety, sensing those immense surges of power.

It resembled hundreds—no, thousands—of astral realm masters clashing all at once, on the verge of splintering the entire realm.

In the heart of that devastation, two silhouettes confronted each other with swords clamped tight, metal bursting into sparks and crimson as both strained to shove the opponent away.

"These flames..." The Heavenly Demon's eyes bulged, shudders racing through his frame as he fell back a mere inch.

The blaze cloaking Qingyi's sword differed from any he'd witnessed before, a profound gray so scorching that it didn't merely appear to, but truly could swallow all in its grasp.

Though he'd never laid eyes on it prior, the Heavenly Demon identified it instantly.

He originated from primordial chaos after all, spawned in a blasphemous ritual, devoid of parents.

Primordial chaos formed his roots, and he grasped it thoroughly; those blazes belonged to primordial chaos.

A might he'd forever yearned for in visions, yet never believed attainable.

"How do you possess them? ANSWER ME!" The Heavenly Demon bellowed, his tone deranged.

For a split second, his power slipped from control, and a rush of Qi and Mana shredded his left leg, though he ignored the agony.

He detected the primordial chaos flames starting to consume his blade, propagating via blood Qi and Mana, obliterating all they encountered.

It represented a horrifying force, one he craved as intensely as the Aether.

The primordial chaos flames barely trailed the Aether in might, and chaos itself predated the creator, existing prior to all things and souls.

"You don't deserve to know." Qingyi shot back icily, his condition hardly superior to his rival's.

The overwhelming force had crushed his innards, his flesh riddled with savage gashes, compelling him to struggle simply to contain his spilling viscera.

With all efforts locked in that confrontation, he'd lacked the chance to shield himself.

"Then I'll tear it from you by brute force! I'll force upon you visions of a realm where you never drew breath, untouched by the torment of my existence!"

The Heavenly Demon's howls intensified into madness, his might swiftly unraveling beyond restraint.

Beneath their duel, the ground yawned wide, as if the region's crustal slabs had crumbled beneath the strain, ancient laws failing to uphold the realm's integrity.

"You talk too much!" Qingyi fired back with a shout, at last invoking his bloodline projection.

The bellow of that ebony-scaled monster and the crushing impact of its razor talons embedding in the seething lava inflicted on the Heavenly Demon

as much harm as the primordial chaos flames did.

Qingyi sensed the foe's sword quaking, and a wide grin split his features.

"Wait for me in the heavenly skies; I'll slay you over and over as needed, pig!" Qingyi surged forward, draining the final vestiges of his vigor.

And at last, a noise pierced the din.

It echoed the familiar snap of metal fracturing, splintering like brittle glass, shards of the blood blade hurtling aloft.

The Heavenly Demon stared in stunned silence as Qingyi's sword pierced

his torso, the primordial chaos flames at last embracing him.

For the first instance, his visage betrayed more than fury, scorn, and unyielding assurance.

Despair.

Powerhouses typically resorted to avatar arts only for settling affairs in the lower

heavens for good reason.

The soul fragments dispatched into such avatars faced destruction, wreaking havoc on the core soul.

Certainly, in a domain like immortal heaven, soul annihilation proved impossible, so worries stayed minimal.

Regrettably for the Heavenly Demon, primordial chaos flames now wreathed his form in that instant.

They disregarded power hierarchies or forms of being. They engulfed the vital and the lifeless without distinction.

As the pair parted, a detonation erupted, flinging the amassed energies outward in every direction.

The blood shrouds veiling the firmament tore asunder, driven back

thousands of kilometers, exposing a stunning cerulean sky.

The lava commenced swift solidification amid a tranquil drizzle from the cloudless heavens.

The Heavenly Demon's ruined, gray-flame-devoured corpse sprawled across the cooling magma, eyes riveted to Qingyi. "Where is your arrogance now...?" Qingyi queried, choking back the blood surging to his mouth while striving to suppress the primordial chaos flames.

Dealing severe blows to the Heavenly Demon's primary form proved satisfying, but wouldn't that blind him to these occurrences?

Qingyi intended for him to etch deeply the identity of his impending executioner.

"F-fuck you!" The Heavenly Demon thundered, only to be muted by Qingyi's boot grinding into his face, shattering several teeth.

The striking youth hoisted the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword, set to conclude everything then and there.

Yet ultimately, he paused. He dropped his sword and lingered until a silhouette materialized at his side.

Pale complexion, amethyst eyes, raven tresses bound in a flawless ponytail.

Ruxue.

"Oh... have you come to behold me one final time? Hahahaha!" The Heavenly Demon cackled, then halted, hacking up copious blood.

"It won't be long before I reclaim that woman's form... her soul remains perfectly

preserved, don't worry, I'll,"

Ruxue cut him short.

Snatching the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword from Qingyi's grip, she drove it deep into the Heavenly Demon's chest.

Rage-fueled tears traced her exquisite features as she channeled her

lightning Qi to annihilate the adversary's remains.

"What makes you believe you have such time?" She snarled,

beholding the Heavenly Demon's soul abandon the husk and streak toward the firmament.

It had ended, at least for the moment, it had ended.