The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 620 This has to be a joke...

"How much did Young Master Guo pay you to kill me?" Qingyi inquired, his voice carrying a trace of weary curiosity.

Little remained of Young Li now.

An eye had been viciously gouged from his socket, both arms and legs severed clean; his flesh lay riddled with brutal, gaping wounds.

"F-fuck you, you-" Young Li's words choked off unfinished.

Hope flared in his lone remaining eye as a surge of potent Qi barreled toward them from afar.

The Ma family, rulers of this territory, had clearly detected their minor clash.

"Here! Here! Help me!" Young Li's frantic cries rang out desperately, only to halt abruptly as Qingyi's fist exploded his jaw with a vicious snap.

"Shut your trap, you pig," Qingyi commanded, rising to his feet while flicking blood from his fist, eyes fixed on the approaching Ma family guards on the distant horizon.

Ten guards in all, the feeblest among them boasting Heavenly Origin Realm strength.

Clad in striking blue attire, elegant silver sabers hung securely at their waists.

"May I inquire what transpires here?" demanded the guard captain, a Cosmic Domination Realm powerhouse, his icy gaze flicking between Qingyi and the mangled Young Li.

"Greetings, Senior." Qingyi cupped his fists in deference, pulling a coiled scroll from his robes. "This junior, Long Qingyi, serves as an outer disciple of the Cosmic Dawn Sect. I've come to complete a sect-assigned mission."

The scroll passed into the guard's hands, who scanned it briefly before giving an affirming nod.

"You make the fourth this year." Returning the scroll, the guard eyed Qingyi with keen scrutiny. "Think you can fare better? I personally hauled back the last one's body."

"Yes, I am confident." Qingyi grinned, noting how the guards' stares drifted to the strewn corpses nearby.

"These were assassins dispatched by Guo Tianhao. I slew them defending myself."

"Tianhao?" The captain arched a brow, a raspy chuckle rumbling from his chest. "You've kicked a truly perilous hornet's nest, eh? Hahaha."

"N-no... that's false! He ambushed us! We... we..." Young Li wailed, writhing on the dirt, utterly dismissed by all.

The guard's eyes lifted to the majestic golden pavilion looming on the horizon, a heavy sigh escaping him.

"Proceed inside and commence the secret realm trial." He clapped Qingyi's shoulder firmly. "We'll handle the mess and ensure your vessel awaits unharmed upon your return."

Young Li's screams devolved into pitiful sobs, pleading for clemency.

Finally, his racket provoked a guard, who crushed his skull beneath a brutal stomp.

A sickening, damp crack resounded as brains splattered across the earth.

No pity spared for assassins, least of all one betraying his own sect brethren.

Qingyi offered the guards a parting nod before striding toward the golden pavilion.

Sealing the grand double doors shut behind him, an ancient sigh reverberated through the woods.

From the treeline shadows, a frail elder materialized.

He teetered on death's edge, resembling a century-old husk, though his true years spanned far beyond.

Loose skin draped his skeletal frame, yet his time-faded eyes burned with ominous profundity.

"Master!" The guards dropped to their knees at once.

For all his frailty, this elder remained a horrifyingly potent cultivator.

"What a fascinating young dragon..." he rasped softly, gnarled fingers caressing his snowy beard while surveying the bloodied remains littering the ground.

Such savage slaughter from youth was uncommon, evoking memories of his own ferocious past.

Gazing at the golden pavilion, a faint smile curved his lips.

His lifespan ebbed away. Whether this youth could claim the life-saving Elixir was uncertain, but should he succeed...

Eternal indebtedness would follow.

Oblivious to the hidden observer who'd witnessed his brutal fray, Qingyi soon stood isolated in pitch blackness.

No... not quite pitch.

Darkness he could dispel with a conjured flame, yet even that failed to pierce the void around him.

His vision stood utterly nullified.

Advancing a single step, regret hit instantly.

Myriad tiny auras erupted as his sole dipped, mechanisms whirring to life in unison.

He'd triggered a trap unleashing a barrage of thousands of darts.

Arms shielding vitals, Qingyi armored himself in ebony scales.

A relentless cascade of metallic pings rang out as darts splintered harmlessly against the unyielding barrier.

"So this is their idea of testing Qi control and perception?" Qingyi muttered once the final dart clattered down.

No grave threat, yet those darts existed to sap Qi relentlessly—fatal for typical cultivators. "No... it won't be so straightforward. Deeper perils await." He refused to budge further.

Eyes shut, he extended his awareness, dispatching delicate Qi pulses every which way.

Each rebounded uniquely in angle, force, and delay, despite uniform dispatch.

Thus, Qingyi sketched the enclosing walls. Yet traps eluded detection still.

Testing ahead, his foot sank once more.

A colossal log, weighing hundreds of tons and fired from a Qi cannon at blistering velocity, hurtled down toward his crown, exploding on collision.

"Fuck..." Qingyi snarled, a thin crimson rivulet tracing his brow as fury simmered.

An average cultivator would've been pulverized instantly.

This time, he traced the Qi currents meticulously, pinpointing the safest route, and advanced cautiously.

Footfall triggered another pitfall; a spear erupted from beneath, barely missing his prized dragonhood.

Qingyi retreated in the nick of time, only to blunder into fresh peril—a deluge of scalding fluid cascading over him entirely.

It mimicked water, yet seethed at volcanic magma's fury.

"Don't toy with me... This can't be real..." Qingyi hissed through the steam, drenched and blistering, as lethal killing intent began leaking from his form.