The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System-Chapter 103 - A king should die with some dignity

"If it hadn’t been for your constitution, you would have exploded." Ruxue moved her hands from Qingyi’s hair, pressing them against his back.

"Don’t resist..." She instructed, guiding her Qi towards Qingyi’s body, helping him to circulate his energy and calm his Dantian.

The handsome young man obviously didn’t resist. Ruxue had an infinitely superior comprehension of Qi, giving her the reins was only the smartest thing to do.

He grabbed her breasts tightly, sucking in the sweet, creamy, Qi-rich liquid, feeling the soft nipples harden on the tip of his tongue.

After long minutes, Qingyi’s Qi finally stabilized.

Ruxue’s nipples slipped from his lips with a wet pop, the white liquid glistening against the light purple of her aureoles before dripping down the pale, flawless skin of her huge tits.

"Finally becoming a caring wife?" Qingyi laughed, watching her face change.

"Don’t be so cocky. If it wasn’t for that damn lineage of yours and my priestesses, I’d have torn you apart by now!" She looked away and when she tried to get up, she found herself trapped in Qingyi’s arms.

He grabbed her waist and sank his lips into hers, enjoying every drop of her sweet nectar.

Ruxue’s already flushed face became even more vibrant, her huge breasts pressing against Qingyi’s chest as her body melted in his arms.

Just... why the hell was that damn bloodline so powerful, why couldn’t she resist?

Her lips parted and she looked away, feeling his racing heartbeat where the warm, creamy skin of her breasts and his chest met.

"You’re a womanizing bastard..." She whispered, her body turning into a cloud of thunder before flowing towards the heaven-defying thunder sword.

"Ah..." Qingyi sighed before standing up.

The feeling of Ruxue’s plump ass taking his lap while her huge breasts wrapped around his chest was divine.

He wanted to stay like that, feeling her silky skin against his until he couldn’t, but in the end, he shook his head.

Qingyi understood her, and even felt a little bad for her. He could hardly imagine the turmoil that was going on in his head.

Getting up, he bought a recovery pill from the system and took it, his body relaxing and being taken over by an intense freshness.

His eyes then focused on the body lying on the ground and he swung his sword, wiping the blood from its blade.

Zhenwang was lying on his stomach, his back exposed to Qingyi while his Qi already seemed to have been completely dispersed.

"A king should die with some dignity, don’t you think?" Qingyi spoke, stopping beside the body.

After long moments without an answer, the handsome young man sighed, pointing his sword towards the king’s leg.

A powerful Qi of lightning descended from the blade, tearing through skin and flesh, a heartbreaking scream echoing through the fourth floor.

"You bastard!" Zhenwang turned his body, his spatial ring glowing as a sword appeared in his hands, slashing towards Qingyi’s neck.

Qingyi raised the heaven-defying thunder sword, but at the last moment, he activated the black dragon scales.

"H-how?" Zhenwang’s eyes widened as his sword bounced off Qingyi’s skin, now covered in black scales.

The next moment, a sharp pain ran through his arm, his severed hand falling to the ground as he screamed in agony.

Qingyi didn’t even bother with the king, his eyes focused on the sword on the ground.

He picked it up, studying it carefully.

"This is..." Ruxue’s voice echoed in Qingyi’s head.

It was almost identical to the swords used by the lightning priestesses, only of a much higher quality, its blade surrounded by strange scriptures.

’Do you recognize this sword?’ Qingyi asked.

"Yes... when we founded the temple, fifty swords were created for the fifty most powerful priestesses. This sword is one of those fifty..."

’I see...’ Qingyi’s vision swept across the blade, stopping at its handle.

Fused to the end of the handle was a small golden pendant, similar to some kind of pocket watch. Qingyi opened the pendant, his eyes filled with a deep tremor as he saw its contents.

At the top, a drawing that looked like it had been made by a eight-year-old child showed a blue-haired little girl, a purple-haired little girl and, embracing them, a tall woman with long black hair.

Feeling his heart sink, he looked at the clumsy writing at the bottom of the pendant.

"Happy birthday to the best master in the whole world!" Qingyi read the words before closing the pendant and taking a deep breath.

That was the sword of the old master Yueli and Elize...

His eyes were cold and his chest heavy as he turned towards Zhenwang.

"W-wait! We can negotiate! T-the royal vault, I’ll give you access to the royal vault! You can take anything you want from there! I-" Zhenwang’s pleading was interrupted by Qingyi’s boots hitting his face.

"Ugh... cough! Cough!" The king coughed up a mixture of blood and broken teeth, his face streaked with tears as he tried to drag himself away from Qingyi.

"Tell me." Qingyi crouched over him, thrusting his sword into his leg as he questioned him. "Where is the owner of this sword?"

"I-I don’t fucking know!" Zhenwang gritted his teeth, a pained grunt taking over his voice.

The almost endless vitality of Golden Core realm cultivators was both a blessing and a curse.

"Oh... so the sword magically appeared in your spatial ring?" Qingyi sent tiny threads of Qi through the blade of the heaven-defying thunder sword, pained grunts turning into screams of agony.

"Argh... SHE’S DEAD, SHIT!" Zhenwang shouted, but Qingyi ignored it.

The Xiao family was responsible for hunting down and killing the priestesses who entered the secret realm, which made it clear that their aim was to exterminate them.

They just didn’t do it until the old master left, because the temple always had at least one expert from the Golden Core realm protecting it.

But in recent years, the temple had been totally unprotected, with only a single Foundation Realm cultivator.

They could exterminate it at any time, but they didn’t.

There was only one possibility for this: the girls’ master was alive, or at least possibly alive, and the girls were being kept alive so that the Xiao family would have something to threaten her with.