I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 17

17: Pick Up the Heads

Execution Grounds – Tianfeng City

“Conditions?”

Lu Yuan chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with mockery.

“If your Cloud Sword Holy Land is so eager to negotiate, then crawl back and bring me Xiao Yun’er and Tang Yun.”

“Hand them over, and I might spare your sect some dignity. But as of now—” His eyes narrowed. “You deserve none.”

Though spoken softly, every word carried across the deathly silent square.

The spectators’ faces twisted with morbid fascination.

Who could’ve imagined the mighty Cloud Sword Holy Land humiliated like this?

“Young Master Lu, this is impossible! Our holy land—”

Liu Sheng tried again, desperation cracking his voice.

The Xiao family could die—but not Cloud Sword disciples!

“Do you crave death?”

Lu Yuan’s gaze froze the bl00d in Liu Sheng’s veins.

All eyes locked onto the elder, waiting—

Would he fight for his sect’s honor?

Die a martyr?

No.

Liu Sheng’s head drooped like a deflated bladder.

—

The Blade Falls

Executioners stepped forward, greatswords gleaming.

The air itself trembled under their killing intent.

“Kill them.”

Lu Yuan’s command split the sky.

“NO! Spare us—!”

“Brother Lu, I beg you—!”

“I don’t want to die!!”

The Xiao family’s wails pierced the square.

Just moments ago, they’d dreamed of salvation.

Now?

Betrayed by their own delusions.

Their hatred shifted—from Lu Yuan to Xiao Yun’er.

This was all her fault.

Beside them, Cloud Sword disciples wept like children, some even offering to defect.

Too late.

Crunch!

Fifty-six heads rolled.

A river of bl00d painted the stones.

—

The Aftermath

Lu Yuan rose, his Blazing Sun Pupils radiating arctic fury.

The crowd shivered—not from heat, but soul-deep terror.

Even Liu Sheng’s scalp prickled.

This boy… would drown the world in bl00d.

“Take these heads and the Shadowstone back to Yun Conglong.”

Lu Yuan tossed a recording stone at Liu Sheng’s feet.

“Tell him: This isn’t a game he can meddle in.”

“You have one day to surrender Xiao Yun’er.”

“Or war.”

Liu Sheng’s hands shook as he crawled, gathering heads like a dog retrieving bones.

The Demon Sect elders roared with laughter.

“Who called Lu Yuan weak? This is a true man!”

“With the Demon Sect’s backing, even I could act this boldly!”

“The Cloud Sword Holy Land? Worthless!”

Amidst the jeers, Liu Sheng fled—

A broken elder carrying broken promises.

—

Cloud Sword Holy Land – Grand Hall

Liu Sheng kowtowed, his forehead pressed to cold marble.

The Shadowstone’s recording played.

The heads rolled out from his spatial ring.

Holy Master Yun Conglong’s face darkened like storm clouds.

Not a single elder dared breathe.

Then—

“Arrogant brat!”

A fist shattered the throne’s armrest.

“Holy Master!” A battle-hungry elder stepped forth. “Let me lead the vanguard! I’ll skin Lu Yuan alive!”