Qingyi paused for a moment listening to those words. Did Dian Ruxue know about the power of the Corruption Dragon God?
He wanted to ask about that right now, but feeling his cock hit the depths of her womb and watching her huge breasts sway with each thrust, he left the questions for later.
In his right hand, Qingyi felt the sword's struggle slowly cease.
The metal stopped shimmering and the wounds it had left on his hands disappeared completely.
Feeling the end of the resistance, Qingyi let go of the sword. His two hands grabbed Ruxue's waist before he spun her around, pulling her on top of him.
Her plump ass sank into his lap as her breasts covered his chest in a soft, warm embrace.
"Are you the heir ghn~~..." Ruxue moaned, the new position making Qingyi's cock sink even deeper into her pussy. "Of that profane power?"
"What if I am?" Qingyi let his hands fall on Ruxue's round ass. A wet slap echoed, followed by a soft, muffled squeal.
