The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 633 I'm not afraid to be cruel

"Where did you acquire this technique?" Qingyi demanded, his tone icy cold.

Unorthodox techniques could sometimes be accepted, based on how they were applied.

Demonic techniques, however?

Instant death was the unbreakable law across the entire orthodox realm.

No pity awaited any cultivator who fell prey to demonic techniques.

"A corpse has no need for answers!" The man—more precisely, the transformed female head of Tianhao's minions—bellowed in fury.

"Hmph... wise of you to recognize that."

A smirk tugged at Qingyi's lips as he unleashed the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash in a full circle around himself, his sword carving through the air in a sweeping three-hundred-and-sixty-degree motion.

"Release!" A shout rang out, and the ten demonic auras plunged toward him simultaneously, smashing into the Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash like arrows loosed from one bow.

"Ugh... stronger than anticipated."

Qingyi gritted his teeth with a snarl, his gaze burning with killing intent.

In a furious outburst, the striking young dragon unleashed everything he had.

His dark wings unfurled broadly, empowering the Qi slash encircling him to surge even mightier, briefly overpowering the assault from the ten cultivators.

That fleeting instant was sufficient.

With his dragon eyes activated, time appeared to crawl around him

while he scrutinized the encircling formation.

In a mere blink, he pinpointed more than a hundred vulnerabilities.

Gripping the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword firmly in his right hand, he thrust out his left.

Between his powerful fingers materialized over a hundred silver needles, tiny yet razor-edged like viper teeth.

Biyue had gifted him those needles, each laced with toxin potent enough to slay a Celestial Ascension realm cultivator.

Though Qingyi disliked poisons, Biyue had poured her heart into making them.

Her joy when presenting them was rare, so he couldn't bear not to deploy them.

Channeling Qi into the needles, he hurled them forth, each aimed at a distinct weak spot in the formation.

The minions' eyes, which had lit with savage hope as they felt Qingyi's strike weaken, now widened in horror.

"What is this?" Their leader bellowed.

Even before his shout died away, the needles streaked through the air at sonic speed.

In less than a heartbeat, they grasped the nature of those needles and detected the lethal venom they radiated.

Should that poison breach the formation and touch them...

Death was inevitable. Utterly certain.

Grinding his teeth, the leader hesitated for agonizing moments before shattering the formation.

The ten exploded outward in panic, diving flat to the ground.

The Heaven-Shattering Divine Slash whistled mere inches above their skulls, ripping hair free and inflicting light wounds on even the quickest dodgers, its gale slicing flesh like tissue.

Qingyi recalled the needles and spat a gush of blood.

Internal wounds afflicted him, yet none grave enough

to concern him.

A savage grin spread across his face as his form blinked out of sight.

"Damn it!" The leader howled in wrath, slamming the earth with force enough to shatter rock.

He struggled to rise and activate his final ace, but too late it was.

As he drew a tiny crimson talisman from his spirit ring, a mighty boot stomped his arm with a crisp snap.

His hand flew skyward, bones pulverized to powder.

In that instant, realization dawned.

Within a single second, every ally lay slain.

Limbs shredded, throats savaged, heads wrenched off by raw power alone.

Peng Tao, witnessing the battle in stunned silence, shivered uncontrollably.

Qingyi's ferocity was overwhelming.

Never in his life had he beheld such savage combat, least of all from orthodox cultivators.

It resembled a wild beast's frenzy, akin to a...

Of course. Qingyi was a black dragon. Fighting like one was natural.

"Why?..." The henchmen's leader gasped, eyes blazing crimson with fury.

"Why deny them the honor of falling to your sword?"

"Honor? You believe they merit such?" Qingyi retorted calmly, as if chatting about the breeze. "Your filth isn't fit to blemish my blade."

His kick landed precisely, measured to allow speech.

The final survivor's head snapped back with a heavy thump.

"Reveal the exact source of this technique, and I may grant you a swift end." Qingyi grinned, kneeling to meet the man's gaze.

The wounded foe attempted to spit blood at him, but the crimson drool vaporized mid-air, devoured by the scorching heat of Qingyi's flame

Qi.

"You know, I possess a stunning wife who excels at healing pills. She recently crafted some truly miraculous ones."

They can sustain your life for weeks, even as your body endures

constant destruction."

Qingyi was reluctant to squander Feiyan's valuable pills in such a manner, yet

uncovering the source of that demonic Qi formation remained

crucially important.

He strongly suspected it didn't stem from the Heavenly Demon himself, though it

might trace back to him through some other demon.

Clearly, he wouldn't hurl himself foolishly into danger like that, but intel on its activities would prove immensely useful. "F-fuck you, you..." A brutal punch cut off the henchman leader, snapping his head sideways with savage force.

"Talk now, or you'll lose every tooth. Cruelty holds no fear for me." Qingyi directed one finger straight at the henchman's foot.

A scream of agony erupted next, as lightning Qi shredded through flesh and skin, annihilating meridians alike, while the stench of scorched meat wafted upward.

Thus, beneath the man's horrified stare, Qingyi launched into his interrogation by torment.

He first obliterated every toe on the henchman, and once the pills' restorative power waned, he advanced gradually higher, methodically demolishing chunks of legs and arms without rush. Only as Qingyi arrived at the knees and elbows did the henchman start pleading for death.