The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 715 - Bai Hu Tian

Shortly thereafter, Qingyi and Bai Hu Lie resumed their expedition towards the sect leader's opulent palace.

"How many representatives from the central region are participating in this tournament?" Qingyi inquired, driven by a persistent curiosity.

"Two of them, both hailing from the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance. One is a white dragon – you'll relish the opportunity to defeat him!"

Bai Hu Lie grinned, exposing his sharp fangs.

"The other is… well… a contemptible wretch with a face practically begging for a punch! His smile is what I intend to shatter!"

Qingyi simply offered a silent nod.

For these youths to be dispatched from the central region, they could only be considered mediocre talents, sent to the northern region as a gesture of goodwill.

Naturally, even mediocre talent from the central region was deemed an unparalleled genius in the north.

Yet, ultimately, both Qingyi and Bai Hu Lie had long since surpassed such esteemed geniuses of that region.

The duo possessed far too much power and arrogance to give those insignificant beings any serious consideration.

"It has been quite some time since I last vanquished a white dragon. I sincerely hope this one does not fall short of my expectations," Qingyi commented, increasing his stride.

Approximately five minutes later, they finally reached the grand palace of the Myriad Beasts Sect's leader.

It stood, like all structures in this realm, as a monumentally colossal edifice.

Magnificent walls crafted from refined wood ascended elegantly towards the heavens, forming a fortress-like palace capable of housing a hundred thousand individuals with ease.

The central gate alone was sufficiently vast to permit Qingyi, in his full draconic form, to pass through with ample space to spare.

Beyond its sheer immensity, the location exuded a captivating beauty, where grand structures harmoniously intertwined with what appeared to be a self-contained forest.

Hundreds of ornate pavilions were scattered amidst trees boasting colossal trunks, each measuring many tens of meters in diameter.

The atmosphere was imbued with the damp fragrance of ancient wood, interwoven with the subtle, untamed musk of beasts from afar.

"This was once Father's hunting ground. After he defeated a particularly prized quarry here, he made the decision to establish this location as the sect's primary base of operations," Bai Hu Lie explained, noticing Qingyi's fascination with the surrounding woodland.

"I see," the young dragon acknowledged, nodding as they commenced their ascent up a lengthy stone staircase.

It was a day of great activity, and the palace would soon be teeming with the arrival of over thirty converging sects.

After ascending more than a hundred steps, they arrived at the broad double doors leading into the main hall.

The hall was already densely packed with disciples and guards drawn from across the entire sect.

It seemed there was no space left for anyone else, yet the instant Bai Hu Lie made his appearance, the crowd instinctively parted to create a path.

That formidable tiger, with his intimidating gaze and claws still bearing traces of blood, was undoubtedly a figure few dared to provoke.

"I shall escort you to see Father first, brother-in-law. Do remember to address him as father-in-law! He disdains all such superfluous formalities."

Qingyi nodded in agreement.

He too held no regard for such formalities, making the proposed arrangement perfectly agreeable to him.

Departing the central hall, the pair proceeded into the throne room. There, Qingyi's gaze fell upon three familiar figures: the leader of the Cosmic Dawn Sect, Rou'er, and Rouxi.

The young dragon's eyes briefly surveyed the trio before shifting upwards to a man engaged in casual conversation with them.

Seated upon a throne meticulously carved from the bones of a Star Sovereign realm beast, he was even more towering than Bai Hu Lie, his very presence radiating an otherworldly aura.

A thick strip of black leather, worn as a cloak, draped across his back, while his body was encased in formidable bone armor.

Every segment of his fur bore the indelible marks of countless battles spanning hundreds of thousands of years.

This was Bai Hu Tian, the revered leader of the Myriad Beasts Sect.

With an existence spanning seven hundred thousand years, he stood as one of the most formidable beings in that region, having witnessed the passing of over a hundred generations of his own offspring.

He was, without question, an awe-inspiring and terrifying presence.

"Ah… Bai Hu Lie, my son! You have finally graced your father with your presence, hahaha! And who might this young dragon be?" The Myriad Beasts Sect leader rose instantly, his deep voice resonating powerfully throughout the hall.

Qingyi, observing his approach, immediately bowed, clasping his fists in a gesture of profound respect.

"Long Qingyi, a disciple of the Cosmic Dawn Sect, pays his respects to his father-in-law!"

Bai Hu Tian paused momentarily before erupting into hearty laughter, drawing Qingyi into a robust embrace.

"My excellent son-in-law, I trust you will not disappoint me in the upcoming tournament. Unleash the beast within your heart and instill terror in those detestable humans!"

The very instant Bai Hu Tian concluded his declaration, the leader of the Cosmic Dawn Sect cleared his throat with a distinct, rather forceful, grunt.

His actions were deliberate, purely to ensure his words were heard.

Bai Hu Tian found himself feeling slightly uneasy and opted to scratch his chin.

"Naturally, not every human deserves this treatment—only those who have earned their humiliation!" he declared, clapping the leader of the Cosmic Dawn Sect firmly on the shoulder, eliciting a deep sigh from the man.

It was fortunate that Bai Hu Tian possessed such an amiable disposition.

He was akin to a son in his manner.

A straightforward individual who found joy in hunting, vanquishing demons, and engaging in battles marked by honor and dignity.

He harbored no objections to sharing a drink with any ordinary mortal, nor to dining at the same table, nor even to resting on the floor adjacent to any common person.

While he held his own pride and honor, these virtues were reserved for the crucible of combat, not for the mundane routines of daily life.

Consequently, among the numerous sect leaders scattered across the region, he was regarded as both the most approachable and, simultaneously, the most formidable.

"Ah... come now, let us partake in some drinks! This day is one of celebration, as I shall soon reveal to all who is destined to become the husband of my cherished, beloved daughter!"