[Name: Sapphire

Age: 25

Corruption: 0/100

Chastity: Intact

Lust: 2%

Talent: Great Genius

Reward: Extremely high

Spiritual roots: None/Immortal Level Mana Heart

Mana Manipulation: Ninth Ring

Traits: Faithful, Child of Prophecy, Daughter of Water, Milf Mommy in the Making, Imperial Bastard.]

Qingyi's eyes lingered only a moment on Sapphire's status screen.

Soon, he heard Lucien's roar, followed by the impact of a fist on his face.

"Bastard! Don't you dare ignore me!"

A crash echoed and Qingyi took a step back, a thin trickle of blood running down his lips as his entire torso turned slightly.

Despite not using mana, the force of Lucien's punch was enough to create a shockwave and a slight tremor.

Sapphire's hands went to her dress as the wind lifted it.

Her breasts swayed with the movement, and her neckline, which descended to reveal part of her belly, opened up a little more.

"The dragon will win..." Aeryn whispered, low enough that only she and Sapphire could hear, drawing a confused look from the blue-haired beauty.

"The dragon?" Sapphire repeated, confused.

After a moment, she used her most powerful identification spell on Qingyi.

It wasn't very effective, since he wasn't a mana user, and that spell had been created specifically to identify such individuals.

Still, it was enough. Her beautiful blue eyes fluttered as a sharp squeal escaped her lips, contrasting with her usual mature, sensual, drawling voice.

Qingyi noticed the scan, but he couldn't care less, spitting blood on the floor.

"Now it's my turn, right?"

His lips curled into a wide smile. He planted his feet firmly on the ground, his twisted torso rebounding with full force as he threw his punch.

'Shit...' Lucien raised both arms, realizing the danger, but it was too late.

Qingyi's fist struck the space between Lucien's arms, forcing them open and revealing the hero's young, noble face, his eyes closing before the impact arrived.

Lucien felt as if he had been hit by a demonic bull. No... perhaps something even stronger.

His entire body was thrown backward like a cannonball. Dust rose for a brief moment before being erased by a spell from Sapphire.

The Bishop merely tapped the ground lightly, forming a golden barrier around the two of them.

Lucien hit this barrier with a crash, his eyes narrowed as his mouth filled with blood.

His face was completely red, his nose broken. When he coughed, a pair of teeth fell to the ground.

How the hell could that bastard punch so hard? Was his fist made of steel?

Lucien didn't know that, at his current level, Qingyi's skin was probably tougher than many types of magical steel. His bones, even more so.

Before Lucien could even recover, Qingyi was already on top of him.

The young hero was forced to throw himself to the side, narrowly dodging Qingyi's kick, which landed on the barrier with a crash.

"Are you sure you don't want to back down?" Qingyi asked, retracting his kick and advancing toward Lucien again. "I can allow you to use mana if you want."

"I will never bow my head to a lustful son of a bitch like you!" Lucien roared again, retreating nonstop.

Each of Qingyi's fists passed inches from his face, causing his golden hair to flutter.

"Lustful son of a bitch, huh? You're not entirely wrong," Qingyi whispered, kicking toward Lucien's legs.

"But tell me," Qingyi continued, watching Lucien try and fail to dodge his blow.

His heel struck the young hero's knee, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Is that language befitting a man of the Goddess?" Qingyi asked.

The moment Lucien's back hit the floor, his face was immediately struck by one of Qingyi's punches.

The floor beneath him cracked, the white marble turned to dust by the force of the impact, causing Lucien's head to sink ten centimeters into the ground.

"You had desire toward one of my women."

Qingyi punched again, his hand returning drenched in blood as Lucien's face sank another five centimeters.

"You despised me, challenged me to a duel, and even called me a sinner."

At the third punch, Lucien raised his hands, trying to defend himself, but it was useless.

"Even now, you haven't erased this bitterness from your heart... Are you sure I am the one sinning?

Qingyi raised his fist to deliver the fourth punch, but was stopped by the Bishop's voice.

"Enough."

The Bishop raised a single hand, causing the golden barrier surrounding them to disappear.

He walked over to Lucien, knelt down, and poured a healing potion into his mouth; the wounds healed immediately.

"Your H-Holiness," Lucien spoke weakly.

"Do not forget these teachings, Lucien. You will go into seclusion and only come out when your heart is pure," the Bishop said, his voice firm and angry.

Honestly, this was probably the strangest group of heroes Auranys had ever brought together.

A heretic elf who worshipped only nature spirits and a mage whose beliefs, like those of all mages, were based solely on self-interest.

Now, there was even a foreigner from a distant land who barely recognized their Goddess and had feuds with the church's chosen main hero.

Even the latter was now filled with sin in his heart.

Apparently, only the sister who had been chosen as the group's healer had her heart in the right place.

"Long Qingyi, come with me, I will initiate you. If you wish to give up, now is your last chance.

Finding this pendant has made it your destiny to be a hero of light, but I will not force this destiny upon you."

"I don't plan on giving up, Qingyi replied, glancing sideways at the two beauties.

He knew that this destiny stuff was pure nonsense. If it were real, such a pendant would never fall into the hands of someone like that Orc Warlord.

But his eyes swept over Aeryn's thick, shapely thighs and Sapphire's huge, pale, soft tits.

An elf and a voluptuous, perfect mage.

How could he, the future Dragon God of Corruption, deny that?

His name would be disgraced for ten generations if he dishonored his lineage like that.

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