The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 684 - I'll be coming after him soon

Chen Wei drove his spear forward with an imposing might.

The gleaming silver blade cut through the air with a piercing whistle, narrowly missing the collapsing form of Young Master Luo, who threw himself down to evade the brutal strike.

However, the disciple positioned behind him met a far grimier fate. The sharp point impaled him directly through the chest, his lungs erupting in a sickeningly wet sound as blood surged up his throat.

With the unfortunate disciple still skewered on the weapon, Chen Wei swung it violently to the side, using the impaled body as a flail against five other disciples.

A sharp, sickening crack reverberated through the arena, and the wounded forms were sent flying, unable to withstand the immense crushing force behind the maneuver.

He retracted the spear, twirling it around his body in a single, smooth motion before slamming it into the ground with a deafening impact. A thick plume of dust billowed upwards, carrying invisible pressure that blasted the six struck men clear out of the arena.

In a mere three moves, the twenty opponents had been whittled down to fourteen.

Even the stunning beauty at Chen Wei's side, who had known him for mere weeks and sparred with him countless times, couldn't mask the astonishment on her face.

Since when had he become this devastatingly powerful?

Chen Wei offered a smile, his frigid gaze fixed upon the cowering Young Master Luo.

"You will be the last. Prepare yourself for utter despair."

The instant Young Master Chen's voice faded, his form vanished. The spear blade then tore through the air with terrifying swiftness, aimed at Young Master Luo's lackeys, who were provided by none other than Guo Tianhao himself.

Cries of anguish filled the air as Young Master Chen delivered savage, yet non-fatal, blows, severing limbs, shattering internal organs, and with every sweep of his spear, painting the marble floor beneath his feet in vivid crimson.

He did not kill them; after all, they were fellow disciples, and outright slaughtering so many in plain sight of numerous onlookers would lead to insurmountable complications.

When the final henchman crumpled to the ground and Young Master Luo found himself utterly alone against Chen Wei, a crushing despair seized his mind.

He understood that this 'bastard' had stumbled upon some immense good fortune and, propelled by it, had transformed into a veritable monster.

But how, in heavens name, could the chasm in their strength have widened so drastically?

Young Master Luo cast a desperate glance towards the instructor presiding over the fight, and then towards the inner disciple, also a subordinate of Guo Tianhao, who accompanied him.

"S-save me!" He extended a trembling hand, his voice fracturing into a scream laden with pure desperation.

Chen Wei's blade sliced through the air, and a pained shriek echoed through the arena as Young Master Luo's hand detached, falling to the ground amidst a scarlet downpour.

"Enough!" The inner disciple bellowed, unleashing his potent aura and palpable authority, the oppressive pressure seeming to crush the very air around him. "The competition concludes now! Lower your weapon immediately!"

Chen Wei completely disregarded him.

The spear plunged into Young Master Luo's chest, and he twisted it with savage force, rending flesh and organs until only a gaping, bloody hole remained in the center of his torso.

The inner disciple roared with a mixture of fury and arrogance, projecting the aura of the Celestial Ascension Realm's pinnacle.

Chen Wei's knees weakened, but he remained standing, his face resolute as the inner disciple advanced with swift, enraged strides.

"I commanded you to cease the match. Why did you persist? Do you truly believe the authority of an inner disciple can be dismissed so casually? You accursed junior!"

"My master always instructed me never to forgive those who covet my women. If you intend to address me in such a manner, you should have kissed his feet first!" Chen Wei retorted to the senior disciple, his words stunning everyone present.

Had he completely lost his sanity?

That senior disciple would surely end him!

Qingyi, who had observed the entire spectacle in silence, merely gave a slight shake of his head, a faint smile gracing his lips.

Since when had he imparted such teachings?

Ultimately, witnessing the inner disciple's sword gleaming with palpable killing intent, Qingyi decided it was time to step in.

"Watch out!" The beauty cried out to Chen Wei, poised to unleash her own Qi and aid him in the impending conflict. Fortunately, her intervention proved unnecessary. The moment the disciple's blade was about to be drawn, he froze, a powerful hand clamping onto his wrist like an unyielding iron shackle. "If my junior brother has caused you some offense, you shall settle the matter with me. From inner disciple to inner disciple." Qingyi's voice, cold and commanding, echoed through the arena, causing the inner disciple to hastily turn his face, his eyes wide with trepidation as he stared at the young man beside him.

"S-Senior Brother Qingyi!" Chen Wei's eyes nearly brimmed with relief, but Qingyi simply gestured with a shake of his head.

"We shall discuss this later. Tend to your woman first."

Without a moment's hesitation upon hearing the plea, Chen Wei dashed towards the blushing beauty and placed a healing pill between her lips.

"You scoundrel, how dare you interfere in my business? Do you believe that just because you experienced a sliver of good fortune with that pretty face in the Cosmic Void Sect, you can get away with it here too?" The inner disciple bellowed, unleashing his killing intent with his full might.

"You can try your luck," Qingyi responded with a gentle smile.

That fellow didn't even possess a bloodline.

Even if his cultivation base was superior, Qingyi did not deem him a worthy adversary.

In that very instant, the inner disciple succumbed to his rage, launching a punch towards Qingyi's chest before recoiling, preparing to draw his sword and bring the confrontation to an immediate end.

However, at that precise moment, he became aware.

A searing agony surged through his right arm, and he roared, gazing at his limb in utter horror.

It was shattered in ten different locations, with every joint and bone pulverized into fine dust beneath the skin.

The pain was excruciating, yet far outmatched by the agony of Qingyi's boots connecting with his teeth, sending him hurtling out of the arena, not only missing teeth but with his jaw completely fractured.

"Make sure Guo Tianhao knows that I will be seeking him out soon as well," Qingyi growled, barely sparing the inner disciple a glance as the latter slammed onto the ground in helpless fury.

He spat out blood mixed with fragments of teeth, his eyes blazing with hatred as he firmly planted his feet, burning his own origin essence. Such intense rage consumed him; he simply could not restrain himself.

His body propelled forward with the speed of lightning, but with a single, brutal kick, he was sent spiraling like a cannonball, tearing through the earth for hundreds of meters and gouging out a deep crater in a massive rock in the distance.