The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 733 - Do you wish to die?

Qingyi couldn't deny that he felt a certain interest in Ma Zhenwu's granddaughter, known for her extraordinary beauty, in no way inferior to that of Xue Hua or Rou'er.

Still, he wasn't one of those deluded men who thought a woman belonged to them even without ever having seen her.

Well, there were exceptions, of course—but Ma Zhenwu's granddaughter wasn't one of them. If she had bad traits, he would simply ignore her completely and wouldn't even fuck her for lust points.

Still, none of that was enough to contain the rage boiling in his chest.

It wasn't comparable to the fury he'd felt upon seeing Nianxue and Ruyan wounded by the demonic Qi's rampage, but even so, it was pure rage, on the verge of spiraling out of control.

What irritated him the most was that unbearable arrogance.

Long Aoxue, even after being miserably defeated, not only refused to bow his head, but still dared to maintain that haughty posture—as if he somehow held power over Qingyi.

Had Long Aoxue been a genuine talent, had he possessed strength capable of backing up his words, Qingyi would have responded only with contempt and sarcasm.

But Aoxue was nothing more than a pathetic toad, a sorry excuse of a dragon, an insult to his own race.

And that was what truly enraged Qingyi.

"Do you wish to die?" Qingyi's voice cut through the air like an icy blade, and Aoxue froze in that very instant.

The murderous intent of every cultivator depended directly on the number of lives they had taken with their own hands.

Qingyi had killed no more than a few thousand—perhaps tens of thousands—of humans.

But the greenskins he had exterminated on the western continent of the Immortal Heaven alongside Seraphine's grandfather also counted toward that total.

In other words: tens of millions of dead. An entire race practically wiped out by his own hands.

To the killing intent, it mattered little who had been killed; only the number mattered.

And it was this killing intent that now descended upon Aoxue.

He froze.

His breath caught in his throat, and for a moment he could only shudder beneath the suffocating cold seeping into his bones, as though invisible hands of the dead were clawing their way up from the void to drag him under.

"Y-you..." he stammered, his legs trembling violently, cold sweat trickling down his temples.

His eyes shifted slightly to the side, only to discover that even the elder beside him—someone infinitely more powerful than Qingyi—was equally paralyzed by the monstrous killing intent.

Just… how many lives had that young black dragon claimed?

The elder himself had taken more than ten thousand lives over the course of his thirty thousand years of existence, and yet, his killing intent didn't even come close to this.

"I'll ask you one more time…" Qingyi spoke in an icy tone. "Do you wish to die?"

In that place, only Bai Hu Lie remained capable of moving freely.

Not that he was immune to Qingyi's murderous intent—he was being affected as well, just in a completely different way.

While the others cowered in terror, Bai Hu Lie felt his chest overflowing with pure fighting intent, his fists itching for a good fight and his blood boiling in his veins.

In that, he was no different from the Orcs Qingyi had slaughtered.

The more Qingyi killed, the more excited they grew, since dying in glorious battles against powerful enemies was their greatest pleasure.

Receiving no response from Aoxue, Qingyi merely growled. "If you dare enter the tournament, I'll rip your head right off your shoulders. There won't be anything left for your parents to bury—and there is no rule or guardian in this world capable of stopping me."

That wasn't a threat. And, strangely, it didn't even sound like one.

It was as if Qingyi were simply stating something that had already happened—an immutable truth.

"And if you decide to cower and hide, I assure you: I will kill you with ten times the cruelty," Qingyi continued, and the moment his voice fell silent, the elder standing beside Aoxue finally acted.

"Enough!" A single word, and Qingyi's murderous intent fell apart completely, dissipating like mist at the first ray of sunlight.

The elder's face twisted in sheer disgust as he caught the acrid smell rising right beside him—urine.

Qingyi's murderous intent was truly terrifying. Capable of making even a white dragon wet itself.

"Qingyi, control yourself during the tournament. Unjustified killing will not be tolerated."

The elder spoke in a firm tone before turning to Aoxue, the disgust still etched on his face.

"And you, watch your tongue. You are not in the central region, and even the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance respects us and our sovereignty. Threatening Ma Zhenwu's granddaughter will bring you nothing but ruin."

"I-I'm not threatening her! I'm rewarding her with the chance to become my wife!" Aoxue exploded—but in the next second, he noticed the looks of pure mockery raining down on him from all sides.

With his face burning in a mix of shame and anger, he turned his back on Qingyi and stormed off, footsteps echoing heavily across the hall.

"Ah..." Qingyi let out a long sigh, forcing his own anger to subside.

The tournament hadn't even begun, and he already had so many mortal enemies...

Not that this surprised him in the least—quite the opposite.

He was already more than used to this sort of thing.

When he turned his face, he met the respectful gazes of the disciples from the northern region, and that was enough to draw a faint smile to his lips.

He was happy to be the pride of his region—after all, who wouldn't be?

Even though he wasn't a native of those lands, Qingyi had developed a deep sense of belonging: to the northern region itself, to its people, and, of course, to the Cosmic Dawn Sect.

He had no idea what things would be like in the central region, but he was determined—at all costs, he would raise his sect to the glory it deserved.

"Ah... I'm sorry, brother-in-law," Qingyi said with a gentle smile. "I'm totally focused on winning this tournament, so you'll have to settle for second place."

"Ahahahaha!" The tiger roared with laughter, his chest swelling with pride. "In your dreams."