I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 15

15: The Blazing Sun Pupils’ Wrath

“Every chest holds treasures beyond dreams!”

“Not just treasures—a single item could buy my life ten times over!”

“Heavens! The Cloud Sword Holy Land’s generosity knows no bounds!”

The Xiao family’s eyes bulged as they ogled the glittering hoard.

Their worth had skyrocketed overnight.

Never had they imagined being so… valuable.

“Young Master Lu, you see our sincerity. These gifts are priceless—”

Liu Sheng bowed deeply, voice oozing humility.

“We seek only reconciliation. No provocation intended.”

Every word was calculated.

His orders were clear:

Survive.

Even if the Xiao family perished, he must return alive.

These treasures—plundered from the holy land’s vaults—could rebuild ten Xiao families.

Yet all eyes locked onto Lu Yuan.

The air thickened.

Breaths turned audible.

—

The Demon Sect’s Silence

Lu Yuan lounged on his throne, gaze glacial.

The chests of glittering riches?

Beneath his notice.

His indifference awed the crowd—

Unaware it stemmed from sheer ignorance.

(Transmigrator problems: He couldn’t tell a spirit herb from roadside weeds.)

But one truth burned clear:

No treasure could replace his stolen eyes.

In this world, power was the ultimate currency.

The strong dictated justice.

The weak?

Groveled.

Now, the Cloud Sword Holy Land dared intervene?

“Young Master Lu…?”

Liu Sheng called thrice, sweat beading.

Silence.

Disciples behind him clenched fists, veins bulging.

Why grovel before these demons?

“Lu Yuan!” A hotheaded youth exploded. “Our holy land honors you with this visit! Know your place!”

Crash!

Demon Sect Grand Elder’s pressure smashed him face-first into stone.

“You dare address our young master so?!”

“Enough.”

Lu Yuan’s finger twitched.

The Grand Elder froze.

“Let me handle this… garbage.”

Gold flames flickered in Lu Yuan’s pupils—

Boom!

Heavenfire erupted.

The insolent disciple vaporized mid-scream.

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Reactions

“He attacked?!”

“Hah! This fool just signed his death warrant!”

The Xiao family’s glee died as Liu Sheng did nothing.

Their grins froze.

“Young Master Lu!” Liu Sheng’s voice cracked. “Explain this outrage!”

That disciple had been a genius—capable of cross-level battles!

Yet Lu Yuan erased him with a glance.

“Seize them.”

Two words.

Hell unleashed.

Demonic energy tsunamis crashed down.

Every Demon Sect elder moved as one.

Space itself fractured under the assault.

The Xiao family outside wetted themselves.

“No… they can’t be serious!”

Thud!

Cloud Sword disciples face planted, bones creaking.

Only Liu Sheng remained standing—barely.

“You—you declare war on the Cloud Sword Holy Land?!”

Lu Yuan’s laugh was Arctic wind.

“War? Your sect isn’t worthy of the term.”

This was dominance.

“My lord…” The Grand Elder gestured at the treasure chests. “These…?”