The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 822 - The Dangers of Talking Too Much

"You have failed." The voice of the Primordial Dragon Empress echoed coldly through the vast hall. "And you've even suffered a casualty..."

Her sharp nails scraped against the black stone of her throne, producing a high-pitched screech that made every soul present shudder.

Her icy gaze slid toward the Primordial Empress of Celestial Will, who calmly sipped from a teacup at her side.

Seated upon her golden throne, the second Empress seemed to have little interest in what was unfolding, though the pain in her eyes was too evident to go unnoticed.

"I-I beg your forgiveness, Empress!" The Elder of Celestial Will bowed deeply, his voice coming out weak and trembling.

"We were attacked by a mysterious expert as soon as we arrived in the secret realm! He was powerful—more powerful than Elder Chu and I combined! We had no choice but to flee in desperation!"

The old man had suffered severe injuries while passing through the portal. Still, that was an infinitely better fate than being devoured by the Flames of Primordial Chaos.

"Mysterious expert?" Yaori growled with contempt, blood still dripping from the stump where his right arm had been severed. "What stopped us was a fucking black dragon brat who doesn't know his place in the world!"

He clutched his own mutilated arm in a rage, raising his voice even higher in a tone laced with arrogance.

"He was glued to Rou'er as if she already belonged to him or something! A filthy pig who deserves nothing but death!"

Consumed by his own fury, Yaori didn't even notice the face of the Elder of Celestial Will turn pale, drained of all color in a single instant.

'ARE YOU RETARDED?' The Elder screamed mentally, panic tearing at his insides. 'SHUT THE HELL UP, YOU SON OF A BITCH!'

He didn't even dare to send a vocal transmission, for he knew all too well that the two Primordial Empresses would detect any attempt at covert communication on the spot.

"E-Empress, this young man must be hallucinating due to the shock of losing his arm..." The elder desperately tried to salvage the situation, cold sweat trickling down his forehead. "He... he must be sent to the healers immediately!"

"I'm not hallucinating!" Yaori retorted, bringing his fingers to his temple with a smug smile. "My father implanted an artifact capable of recording everything I see."

In the next instant, a translucent screen shimmered into existence above him, revealing a male figure of transcendent beauty.

The young man's aura overflowed the boundaries of the recorded image, palpable in the air.

The moment they saw that figure, the two Primordial Empresses, who had previously been sitting relaxed upon their majestic thrones, rose in a single motion.

Large, heavy, pale breasts swayed forward with the sudden movement, the soft, milky flesh bouncing beneath the fine silk of their royal robes, the delicate fabric straining to contain their generous curves.

"T-that aura… and standing beside our little Rou'er…" the Empress of Celestial Will whispered, the teacup nearly slipping from her delicate fingers.

They knew Rou'er's name only because their contact in the lower worlds had informed them, but the identity of that young man still remained a mystery to both of them.

The Primordial Dragon Empress rose unsteadily, her eyes fixed on the young man whose aura was identical to that of her own son.

Whether he was a direct son or not, he was the heir to her son and, therefore, her grandson by bloodline.

She had a granddaughter and a grandson…

Wasn't that simply marvelous?

"Yes, this was the pig that attacked us! A nobody from the Cosmic Domain!" Yaori declared, fast-forwarding the video with an arrogant wave of his remaining hand, utterly oblivious to the heavy atmosphere thickening around him.

The image flashed by, revealing the Flames of Primordial Chaos and Qingyi's body, the Dragon's roar of pain, rage, and despair filling the hall.

Yaori did not notice the violent tremor in the Primordial Dragon Empress's eyes at that scene.

He did not realize that, if this were not merely a recorded image, she would have already leaped into the flames to try to save Qingyi.

She knew better than anyone what the Flames of Primordial Chaos were.

The image finally cut off, and Yaori declared with renewed arrogance.

"Don't worry, Empress, I'll ask my father for help so we can descend to the celestial heavens once more! I will most certainly kill this worm who dared to interrupt the-"

Yaori didn't finish his sentence.

Suddenly, instantly, his body was crushed with a wet crack of flesh and bone.

It was a horrific sight for everyone present.

One moment he was standing; the next, he lay flattened against the floor like a cockroach, as if an invisible hydraulic press had come crashing down upon him.

Blood splattered across the polished stone, forming a grotesque pool beneath what remained of his body.

"What was that young man's name?" The Primordial Dragon Empress's voice came out dangerously low.

"I-it seemed to be Q-qingyi… my empress… Long Qingyi!" The Elder of Celestial Will declared, his knees slamming against the marble floor with a muffled thud.

He cast a pleading glance at the Primordial Empress of Celestial Will.

Although the two ruled together, it was her he served, not the Primordial Dragon Empress. His only hope now was that his Empress would intercede on his behalf.

Unfortunately, his Empress merely shook her head in silence, her delicate face even carrying a hint of disappointment toward her servant.

"You two are old and have surely recognized that Qingyi carried the aura of my son. That he was, as his heir, my grandson—my own flesh and blood, part of my family."

The voluptuous body of the Primordial Dragon Empress vanished from the throne, reappearing before the elder in the blink of an eye.

Her full breasts lurched forward from the abrupt halt, the plump, tender flesh quivering.

Delicate fingers rested on the old man's shoulders and then, slowly, began to close in.

A heart-wrenching scream tore through the hall as the old man's bones were crushed into fine powder beneath that overwhelming pressure, crippling both his arms in a single instant.

"You could have explained why you were there. You could have backed off, discussed it. But still, you chose to kill him. Why?"

The Primordial Dragon Empress's aura rose along with her voice, enveloping everything around her in an oppressive weight that made the very stone of the hall groan.

The elder couldn't breathe, a crushing murderous intent bearing down on him like an entire mountain.

The Primordial Dragon Empress's beautiful face remained cold as, with a single, casual movement, she crushed the old man's head.