The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 574 - A god of what?

"You insolent brat... how dare you challenge a god like me?" The furious bellow of the war god reverberated across the sky, filled with sheer, unadulterated rage.

His fiery red hair appeared ablaze, rising with the intense pressure emanating from his form.

Muscles bulged across his frame, and his massive axe flew back into his grasp with a resounding thud.

"A god? God of what exactly?" Qingyi smirked with utter disdain. "The god of sexually frustrated cuckolds? Hahaha."

Qingyi felt no surprise at the God of War unleashing his might, his aura surging outward explosively.

Having battled countless overwhelmingly powerful foes, few things could still catch him off guard.

"You..." The god of war stammered on the barb, his eyes turning red with fury.

Throughout his vast existence, no one had ever dared to disrespect him in such a manner.

"I am a god, you whelp! Destruction is my essence, war my domain, and even a thousand deaths won't atone for this insult!" His howl resounded like a savage, blood-hungry creature.

"Oh... no need to fret. Killing you a thousand times won't be necessary; once or twice ought to do." Qingyi chuckled, utterly dismissing the menace.

Amusement lit his features, though it quickly hardened as the god of war began to speak once more.

"I am-"

"That's the third time you've proclaimed your identity." Qingyi cut him off with an irritated huff.

"Are you just going to keep babbling, or will you actually attempt to slay me? Don't tell me you're really the god of yapping and

not war, right?"

Those taunting words at last silenced the god of war.

His gaze steadied as he gazed upon the remnants of his forces.

With two thousand troops at the pinnacle of the astral body realm, he had assaulted Auranys's divine domain.

Yet now, merely three hundred and fifty soldiers lingered.

Every one of those fighters was utterly invaluable, once elite figures from the celestial heavens' heights, but diminished to oblivion after eons.

Though his fiery temper raged on, the god of war masked his wrath.

Aiming his axe toward Qingyi, he proclaimed, "You're unworthy to clash with my weapon."

Then, facing his troops, he commanded, "Eliminate him."

A grin spread across Qingyi's face as the combined presence of three hundred and fifty masters, each rivaling the astral body realm's apex, bore down on him.

Truth be told, every single one likely surpassed typical peak astral body realm cultivators, if only slightly.

As they charged forward, he met them eagerly, unsheathing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.

"Not worthy, am I?" Qingyi's mouth twisted in a sneer while he readied his blade in a guarding posture.

All at once, the world grew hushed.

The sun blazed overhead, yet shadows were absent,

not cast by structures or even the god of war's figure.

All had converged on Qingyi, spiraling like a vortex encircling his sword, bolts of electricity ripping through the mass.

"Ten Thousand Shadows Devouring Art." Qingyi murmured, then slashed his sword in the instant that followed.

The warriors halted in place. Their eyes bulged wide, and then came death.

Swords shattered. Armor followed suit. Just as effortlessly, their

flesh, bones, and guts spilled over the earth.

The god of war shifted his head just barely, narrowly escaping a beheading strike.

In his wake, a deafening blast consumed all. A dark sphere materialized prior to imploding into a devastating blast wave.

The god of war lifted his palm to his throat.

Gazing at his digits, he noted the crimson stain.

Blood.

Had that scum actually drawn his blood?

The cut seared before vanishing amid a misty haze.

"Are you approaching your elder? Or do you await an invitation?" Qingyi grinned, striding across the slain warriors' bodies. The deposed god shut his eyes, steadied his breath, and then lunged ahead.

Both warriors restrained nothing, their forms vanishing in a blur of velocity.

Upon rematerializing, they confronted each other directly, blade against axe

colliding.

The blast from their rapid movements arrived mere moments after the weapons clashed.

One flank erupted in a torrent of thunder. The opposite surged with scarlet infernos,

bisecting the realm.

Across miles, devastation alone persisted, with fire and bolts ravaging the surroundings.

The nearby golden palace endured upright

solely due to the timely regeneration of its golden shield.

It couldn't endure a straight assault, yet it managed to endure

the lingering forces from their confrontations.

This proved fortunate, as each combatant sought to protect the occupant within, though for entirely opposing motives.

"You cursed fool... What boldness drove you to interfere in my matters? No...

how in the heavens did you arrive here?" The god of war snarled, his

weapon locking against Qingyi's.

Anger boiled within him, particularly upon noticing his failure to repel his foe.

Was he faltering in raw power?

No... such a notion was inconceivable.

Among equals, his physical prowess had ever been supreme, possibly eclipsing even Heavenly Father, the originator of all

deities who formerly dominated the celestial heavens, now in ruin.

He rejected the idea of yielding in might to any soul.

The god of war bellowed, channeling every ounce of force before

shoving Qingyi away.

A blast detonated amid them. The god of war staggered back three paces, whereas Qingyi merely retreated one.

"One of my wives summoned me here." Qingyi replied nonchalantly, brandishing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword.

"I vowed to her that I'd claim Auranys as my spouse, allowing them eternal union."

Following a brief pause, he added, "You're merely a pesky insect I must crush en route."