The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 701 - Final Duel (02)

"Long Qingyi! You stole my fiancée—and my brother's fiancée too!"

Guo Tianhao's shout ripped through the hall. His face was a mask of rage, not realizing he was publicly announcing his own cuckold status to the entire sect.

"Today, you'll pay for this with your life."

The sword in his hand trembled as he raised it, the tip aimed at Qingyi's chest with the overconfidence of a guaranteed victor.

"Long Qingyi, I challenge you to a duel to the death!"

Tianhao declared, disregarding the displeased frowns of numerous sect elders, and even Li Tianfa himself.

"By the sect's ancient traditions, I condemn your name to a thousand years of shame should you dare refuse me!"

Silence descended upon the arena.

Refusing the duel would be exceptionally difficult. There was no question that Qingyi had severely damaged the honor and dignity of the two brothers, especially concerning Xue Hua, who was already publicly betrothed to the Guo family.

Still, no one appeared to mind the implications.

Every sympathetic glance was directed towards Qingyi, solely because no one doubted his worthiness of those beauties.

Among all those present, he alone wore a smile, his lips curving into a calm that bordered on pure disdain.

"What are you waiting for? Get up and come fight me, you coward!"

Tianhao bellowed, eliciting a hoarse, low chuckle from Qingyi that resonated through the arena.

"And who do you think you are to be worthy of me getting up?" Qingyi inquired with utter arrogance. In the very next instant, every pair of eyes widened in astonishment.

Twenty blades materialized around his body, radiating an unbelievable power. A thunderous aura vibrated the very air surrounding him.

Was this young man, at the peak of the Celestial Ascension Realm, truly going to fight Guo Tianhao, a cultivator at the third stage of the Celestial Origin Realm, while remaining seated?

"Sweetheart, you don't need to do this. Just say the word, and with a snap of my fingers, I'll take care of it for you."

Rouxi leaned in, her enormous, perfect bosom pressing heavily against Qingyi's ribs. Those colossal globes squashed and spread against him, the soft warmth of that flesh molding to her adopted son's form through the flimsy fabric.

"What kind of man hides behind a woman, adoptive mother?"

Qingyi smiled, his hand settling on Rouxi's hips. To the watching crowd, the gesture appeared respectful, as if he intended to gently move her aside.

In reality, his fingers sank into the plush curve of her waist, savoring the warm, pliable flesh beneath the thin silk.

Rouxi nodded. "You…"

Tianhao clenched his teeth so fiercely they seemed on the verge of shattering. "Do you despise me?"

He roared the question, and ten ethereal swords, significantly less imposing than Qingyi's, shimmered into existence behind him.

"Oh… so you still have surprises?"

Qingyi relaxed further back into his cushioned chair. With the slightest mental flick, the twenty swords tore through the air at astonishing speeds, leaving a beautiful trail of lightning in their wake.

Tianhao's eyes widened in alarm. He swung all ten of his own blades simultaneously, in a desperate attempt to shield his body.

It proved to be largely ineffective.

A deafening crash reverberated through the arena as his ten blades fanned out around him, forcing him to defend himself frantically with the sword still clutched in his hand.

Sparks rained down onto the stone floor, and the sharp clang of steel against ethereal swords assailed everyone's ears.

He summoned his bloodline projection. A colossal sword materialized behind him, amplifying his sword Qi to an unprecedented degree. The blade sliced through the air, fending off the relentless storm of attacks.

Between his desperate parries, he lifted his gaze towards his adversary.

Qingyi maintained a completely relaxed expression.

Rouxi and Rou'er were feeding him bite by bite, their delicate fingers bringing morsels to his lips while he effortlessly directed the swords into increasingly powerful strikes without even lifting a finger.

This spectacle drew numerous admiring glances.

Qingyi wasn't merely arrogant; he possessed the power to justify that arrogance.

He was engaging a genius of superior cultivation without even rising from his seat, all while being doted upon by two peerlessly beautiful women…

How could one not feel a pang of envy?

Guo Tianhao felt his heart ignite with burning rage.

It should be him in that position! It should be him receiving affection from those two!

He roared, spinning his body, and an expanse of ice instantly engulfed the surrounding space.

The temperature plunged dramatically, frost rapidly creeping across the stone as Qingyi's ethereal swords froze mid-flight, briefly ensnared within crystalline prisons.

His teeth clenched tightly, his eyes as frigid as the ice he had conjured. He prepared to shatter those ten swords with a single, decisive strike, then proceed directly to Qingyi's throat.

Unnoticed by anyone, he discreetly swallowed a pill and then ascended into the skies, his eyes blazing with murderous intent.

"Long Qingyi, since there are only those swords within the arena, the moment I shatter them, victory will be mine. However, know this: I shall not cease until your throat is torn asunder!"

Witnessing Qingyi's blades beginning to pierce the icy barrier, Tianhao no longer hesitated.

His eyes flashed, and the surrounding world seemed to drain of its color, its pace slowing to an almost infinite crawl.

"Ah…"

Tianhao's body initiated a slow spin, but as his cultivation erupted and ascended without pause, his momentum intensified dramatically.

It was as though countless tiger claws were lashing out around him, a tempest of blades capable of reducing any foe to mere shreds surging forth.

His strategy was straightforward.

Descend into the arena, annihilate those swords, and thereby compel Qingyi into direct combat, as this was, after all, a duel to the death.

Numerous gazes widened in astonishment at Tianhao's displayed power. Even the Sect Leader could not entirely mask his surprise.

That was, at the very least, the pinnacle of the Celestial Origin Realm! How could Tianhao possibly possess such strength already?

"Qingyi, this is my second most potent technique! Savor it well, for you will have no opportunity to witness my ultimate technique when I impale your head!"

Fueled by the pill bestowed by his father, Tianhao allowed himself to plummet, his form exploding with speed as he impacted the arena with a thunderous crash.

A concussive wave radiated outwards along with a cloud of dust, causing the entire edifice to tremble from the sheer force of his landing. The stone flooring of the arena fractured, a web of cracks spreading from the impact crater, and the acrid scent of burnt air and pulverized rock permeated the hall.

His aura surged to unimaginable heights, and a dense shroud of dust enveloped the arena completely.

The most formidable figures within the assembly observed with shock, while the less powerful watched with bated breath, their necks craning forward in an effort to discern what lay hidden beneath the dispersing dust.