The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 849 - The lunatic tiger is back!

Qingyi didn't waste much time thinking about Zihao.

The man had targeted him, not his women, and hadn't offended him personally. He'd merely wanted to take revenge on behalf of his master.

Of course, the arrogant young master still deserved his punishment, but as long as he didn't come back begging for death, Qingyi had no interest whatsoever in giving him any more attention.

Sheathing the Heaven-Defying Thunder Sword with a crisp click, he returned to the crowd of disciples, a bored expression etched on his face.

If Zihao had unleashed his Qi without restraint, if he had resorted to his most powerful techniques from the start, the outcome would have been quite different.

After forging his body with the Nine Paths of Creation Reversal Art, Qingyi's physical strength had skyrocketed to a level far surpassing even that of Long Wujin himself at the same cultivation realm.

It would be no exaggeration to say that, at present, his body was the most powerful in all of the Celestial Heavens—and by a massive margin.

Competing with him in sheer physical strength was pure stupidity, unless one was at the very least a Cosmic Emperor.

Qingyi's eyes met those of the chubby young man, who let out a heavy sigh before bowing. "Ah… so that's why you were so confident, Senior Brother… I hope I haven't offended you."

He hesitated for a moment before continuing.

"You must know my father, Elder Ling. He was the one who told me about Senior Brother. My name is Ling Xiaohu."

"Oh… so you're that old man's son?" Qingyi's face lit up with genuine surprise.

He still remembered Elder Ling well—a low-ranking elder of the Orthodox Alliance whose cultivation stood at the peak of the Cosmic Emperor Realm.

The old man had left a very positive impression on him.

"Well, adopted son, actually, hahaha!" Ling Xiaohu scratched his chubby cheek with an awkward smile.

"But I'm still well-respected in the sect. Come on, Senior Brother. There's a second arena in the pavilion where my father serves, and the combat matches for the new disciples are in full swing right now. The drinks there are wonderful."

Qingyi had absolutely no interest in that sort of thing, but after thinking it over for a moment, he ended up nodding in agreement.

A faint smile curved his lips as he considered the possibility that Bai Hu Lie might already be there.

The Myriad Beasts Sect's ship had departed a little over a month after theirs.

Considering the distance between the regions, his friend should be, at most, just a few days away from reaching the Alliance—if he hadn't already arrived.

"Great, hahaha!" The young man broke into a broad smile, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Come on, come on, Senior Brother, I promise to treat you to the best drinks that place has to offer!"

Qingyi said nothing and simply followed.

It felt a little strange to receive such hospitality from someone he'd just met, but since he sensed no malicious intent from the young man, he went with the flow, his face calm and relaxed.

Since the Celestial Orthodox Martial Alliance was enormous, the two had to fly several kilometers before reaching the other arena.

The new structure, though not as large as the first, was far more elaborate, featuring bleachers for the audience, a strict entry control system, and several elders managing every detail of the venue.

The two landed right in front of the entrance, where hundreds of people waited patiently in a long line.

Neither of them bothered to wait. They walked right past the line, strolling calmly toward the gates.

The guards recognized them at a glance and made no move to stop them.

On planet Earth, the idea that all men are equal was quite common, but in this world, such a notion was nothing more than a complete lie.

A mortal and a Celestial Emperor were completely distinct beings, from their biology to their raw power to their very level of existence.

The ordinary disciples humbly waiting in line and Long Qingyi—heir to Long Wujin and son-in-law of Long Tianjin—simply couldn't be compared.

Qingyi climbed the stands, and in the next instant, his eyes lit up.

A mighty tiger's roar thundered across the entire arena, so ferocious that the very air seemed to tremble. Excited shouts rippled through the bleachers.

Immediately afterward, his gaze found that gigantic figure—half-beast, half-human—slamming a disciple into the ground with full force.

The earth split beneath the impact, throwing up a cloud of dust and shattered roots.

The arena spanned about one million square meters, spatial arrays that expand their size by a hundred, its interior transformed into a dense forest where the disciples were meant to face off with a single goal in mind: to test their ability to form teams and fight together.

Of course, no one had bothered to explain this to Bai Hu Lie.

The moment he was thrown into the arena, his keen senses locked onto the first disciple in sight, and he lunged without a second thought.

Now, Bai Hu Lie was swinging one of the young men around like a human club, delivering brutal blows to anyone unfortunate enough to get close.

The disciple in his grasp howled with every swing.

Meanwhile, a spearman seized the opportunity and charged at him from behind.

His body turned into a flash of light, and the sharp tip of his spear tore through the air with a high-pitched whistle, closing the distance at terrifying speed.

Bai Hu Lie spun around in an instant, his eyes gleaming with pure savage instinct as he hurled the poor wretch he was holding straight at the approaching attacker.

A deafening crash echoed through the forest, immediately followed by a pitiful scream. The two disciples tumbled through the undergrowth in a tangle of limbs, snapping trees before finally rolling to a stop.

An elder quickly swooped in to collect the two groaning bodies, watching Bai Hu Lie with a rather strange expression on his face.

Fortunately, Bai Hu Lie hadn't infused his attacks with Qi, so none of the injuries were anything a few minutes and an average-quality pill couldn't heal. But still… that was just too absurd!

How the hell could that damned tiger possess such overwhelming power when he came from the remote Northern Region?

In the end, the elders called the match a little earlier than planned, sending everyone still on their feet directly to the Hall of Victors.

Normally, the failure rate for that test hovered around 70%, but in this specific case, they decided not to fail anyone. After all, the only thing they'd managed to gauge was just how savage Bai Hu Lie really was.

Using an enemy as a club… what kind of complete lunatic would come up with a strategy like that?

Well, the sect accepted even the most insane individuals, as long as they weren't demonic cultivators. They would have no choice but to admit Bai Hu Lie, especially since he carried a letter of introduction signed by an elder.