The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 619 - Will you come forward, or shall I come to you?

Young Li's face stiffened as he glared at Qingyi, his gaze brimming with icy fury.

Eight men trailed behind him, each an outer disciple at the initial levels of the Astral Blood Realm.

Lacking any lineage, they still posed a mighty threat, particularly to one cultivator in the second stage of the Astral Blood Realm.

"Do you really think you're going to get out of here alive? No matter what trick you pull, we're here to kill you!" Young Li bellowed, a silver spear appearing in his grasp with a sharp metallic clink.

His subordinates mirrored him, unsheathing their weapons and bracing for battle.

Generously paid for the job and tempted by the prospect of Young Master Guo's approval, they wasted no time hesitating.

At Young Li's command to charge, they surged ahead, encircling Qingyi from every angle.

"This is going to be troublesome..." Qingyi murmured, an eager grin twisting his lips.

Finally, a true battle where he could spill some blood—it felt exhilarating.

One foe darted to his rear in a flash, bellowing as he circulated his Qi, wrapped in a green, venomous aura.

Qingyi scarcely moved, merely sidestepping once and pivoting his frame.

The assailant halted abruptly, veering his path just in time to spare his own head.

A thin rivulet of blood trailed down his neck, where the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword had lightly scraped the flesh.

The sonic boom from their clash lingered in the air, even as four more closed in on Qingyi, striking from distinct directions.

A fifth dove from above, cutting off his path of retreat.

Escape was impossible.

They failed to realize one crucial fact about Qingyi: he possessed spatial spiritual roots.

"He's mine, I'm going to get the kill!" one shouted, his sword thrusting toward Qingyi's chest.

That glee, though, vanished in an instant.

Qingyi turned into a streak, and before the attacker comprehended, the blade sliced through nothing.

His eyes bulged wide, but Qingyi's sword had already stabbed into his back, ripping apart his heart.

The Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword's point protruded from the killer's chest, lightning surges enveloping it and incinerating his body entirely, shattering meridians and soul alike.

Scorching meat's stench saturated the air.

"Spatial spiritual root?" Young Li's eyes flew open wide.

He'd learned of such spiritual roots in stories, but never witnessed one before.

Drawing a steadying breath, he composed himself as his burned subordinate's corpse slumped to the ground with a heavy thump.

This twisted the situation badly, with no spatial formation or tool to seal it off.

"For a proud black dragon to use such cowardly combat methods...

you truly are a disgrace to your race!" Young Li bellowed, hoisting the golden spear and pointing it straight at Qingyi's chest.

The striking youth paused briefly, then exploded into laughter.

"You're wrong about my pride, but you're right about one thing..." Qingyi's eyes turned frigid. "I am a black dragon."

With those words spoken, the air thickened heavily, choking their breaths.

Black horns lengthened on his head. Glossy black scales cloaked his skin, and vast obsidian wings spread from his back, parting the winds with a low, thunderous hum.

Qingyi locked onto the closest assassin and blinked away, becoming a dark shadow.

Terror seized the foe, who lifted his sword in desperate guard—but it proved futile.

Qingyi's razor claws clamped his arm, a crisp snap resounding

through the air as bones shattered into powder from one crushing grip.

Before a cry could escape the enemy, his throat was ripped apart,

hot blood gushing endlessly.

"Seven left." Qingyi's icy smile chilled every onlooker to the bone.

That monster had pulverized a Qi-fortified arm of a peer-stage cultivator like brittle kindling.

What monstrous bodily power!

A flicker of self-satisfaction stirred in Qingyi.

Draconization had doubled his physical might at minimum, boosting speed and Qi output massively too.

All told, his Ethereal-grade lineage rivaled those two tiers higher, just shy.

"Attack all at once!" Young Li bellowed, prompting a full assault with their strongest moves.

Dozens of blasts rang out, the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword deflecting strikes nonstop, each parry met by two more in sequence. Metal clashed fiercely amid blood's tang and Qi blast fumes.

"Ah... you guys are annoying, aren't you?" Qingyi snarled, lashing a kick.

His sword impaled one killer's chest; his claws eviscerated another's gut, entrails slopping out in a sickening splatter.

A sword gashed his back, breaching scales to stab a lung.

Agony flared like fire, iron tang flooding his mouth.

Before the foe could surge Qi to wreck his innards, Qingyi whirled, unleashing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword with Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash.

The silver-purple edge rent the air, laden with every Qi type Qingyi commanded, keen beyond mortal bounds. Space split ahead, the arc carving dozens of meters and felling two more before fading. Nothing remained of the back-stabbing sword but a severed, bloody hand.

"Ah... cough... cough..." Qingyi hacked up gouts of blood, wrenching the blade from his back and discarding it.

"Three left..." he uttered icily. "Will you come forward, or shall I come to

you?"