The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 747 - Humiliation

Qingyi stood up, sliding Rou'er off his lap and gently setting her down on the seat beside him before lifting his gaze to the arena.

With a light push off the ground, his figure cut through the air like a floating feather, landing softly on the stone platform without making a single sound.

On the opposite side, another figure descended onto the arena—a young man with long white hair that fell to his waist, an elegant sword fastened at his hip, and handsome features, though still far inferior to Qingyi's.

It was Feng Wuji.

Unlike Qingyi, who maintained a gentle smile and serene expression, Feng Wuji looked as if he might suffer a heart attack at any moment.

His teeth were clenched tight, veins bulged from his neck, and he was practically drooling with rage and excitement.

Finally, he would wash away his shame and make that filthy dragon pay dearly for daring to set his eyes on his woman!

"Young Master Wuji, I look forward to having you attend my wedding at the end of the tournament," Qingyi said calmly, watching Feng Wuji's fury intensify.

"I'll rip out your tongue, filthy dragon!" Feng Wuji roared, his hand flying to the hilt of his sword.

His cultivation at the peak of the Celestial Origin Realm exploded into a visible wave of spiritual pressure, while the blade slid from its sheath with a piercing whistle that reverberated through the arena.

"Come on, draw your blade!" he shouted at Qingyi, who remained absolutely motionless.

The Peacock Patriarch had already announced the start of the battle, yet Qingyi stood there with his hands calmly clasped behind his back, showing not the slightest hurry.

"Do you despise me?!" Feng Wuji finally lost control.

His body exploded with speed, tearing through the air toward Qingyi.

His figure turned into a white blur as sword Qi swirled furiously around him, forming spectral blades that sliced through the wind and sent sparks flying from the stone floor.

Many in the audience turned shocked gazes toward Qingyi.

What was he doing, standing there like that? Did he not intend to defend himself?

To everyone's surprise, the very moment Feng Wuji seemed about to strike, everything froze.

The air around them trembled, and then Qingyi's hand moved casually, landing on Feng Wuji's face as if swatting a fly.

The young sword prodigy froze in place, his head jerked violently to the side by the impact. A smoldering red mark bloomed on his cheek, perfectly tracing the shape of Qingyi's hand.

Naturally, this was no ordinary slap.

A powerful shockwave rippled outward in its wake, sending the dust on the arena floor dancing in concentric waves while the weaker members of the audience instinctively recoiled in their seats.

A single slap, and all of Feng Wuji's momentum was nullified. His Qi defenses tore like wet paper, and a hellish pain radiated across his face down to the very bones of his skull.

"Y-you..." he grunted, barely able to cope with the excruciating pain. "Y-you DARE? YOU SON OF—"

Feng Wuji didn't have time to finish the sentence.

Qingyi's hand moved once more, landing on the opposite side of his face, silencing him again and sending another wave of agony shooting through his entire body.

He couldn't understand it.

It seemed like an ordinary, slow slap, yet it crashed against his face with terrifying force, his vision darkening a little more with every impact.

He tried to step back, but a fresh slap pinned him in place, snapping his head violently to the other side.

Then came another, and another, and yet another—endless slaps raining down on Feng Wuji's face without mercy.

Each impact cracked through the air like thunder, his head whipping from side to side like a rag doll's, the echoes rolling through the farthest corners of the arena.

It was… humiliating.

Not simply being defeated, but being defeated in such a manner, by an enemy who wasn't even taking him seriously.

The entire audience fell silent, everyone watching the scene with looks of pity.

Feng Wuji's master could only lower his head in shame, trying in vain to block out the loud, thunderous slaps that engulfed the entire arena.

It took no more than a few seconds for Feng Wuji's face to become completely swollen and red, his eyes barely able to open, blood trickling from the corner of his split lip.

In the end, with a disinterested and somewhat disappointed look, Qingyi simply lifted his leg and snapped a kick into Feng Wuji's chest, ready to finish it right there.

"Enough, we surrender!" Feng Wuji's master finally declared, but not in time to stop the kick from landing.

The young sword genius's body was hurled against the arena wall with a deafening crash, cracking the stone behind him as he slumped to the ground, his face disfigured and his jaw completely shattered.

Soon, he was carried away by the disciples of his sect, leaving Qingyi alone in the arena.

That had been a truly terrifying display of strength.

"Hahaha, this is my brother-in-law!" It was only when Bai Hu Lie's booming laughter echoed through the arena that the audience erupted in celebration, shouting Qingyi's name with excitement.

Qingyi merely shook his head, lifting his gaze to Bai Hu Lie and, especially, to Bai Yunxi, who was watching beside her brother with shining eyes.

The handsome young man gave her a slight nod, then turned his attention back to the Peacock Patriarch.

"Cough… cough…" The Patriarch cleared his throat before breaking into a smile and declaring, "Long Qingyi advances!"

Under the admiring gazes of the crowd, Qingyi returned to his seat and settled in comfortably.

Naturally, it didn't take long before an excited Rou'er jumped back into his lap, the soft, plump cheeks of her bottom nestling snugly against his crotch with a little contented sigh.

She then gazed up at him with sparkling eyes.

"I knew Big Brother Qingyi was going to make that bastard regret being born, hehe~ that filthy cuckold Feng Wuji deserved it for all his arrogance!"

Upon hearing this, Qingyi simply held her by the hips, his fingers sinking lightly into the firm, plush flesh before stealing a brief kiss from her lips and turning his attention back to the arena.

He wanted to kill or cripple Wuji, but he could hardly kill more than one person in that arena and then claim it had all been an accident.

That day's kill was already reserved for Aoxue. Wuji was just another annoying fly.