I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 18

18: The Holy Master’s Arrival

Cloud Sword Holy Land – Grand Hall

“This is an unprecedented insult, Holy Master!”

“We sought peace, yet the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect bites like rabid dogs!”

“Give the order! Let us crush Lu Yuan at the Xiao estate!”

The elders’ war cries shook the pillars.

The Shadowstone’s footage left no doubt—

This was deliberate provocation.

If they tolerated this, the Cloud Sword Holy Land would become the laughingstock of the cultivation world.

Strike first—

Kill Lu Yuan.

Then annihilate the Demon Sect.

“Silence!”

Yun Conglong’s face darkened, though his voice remained steady.

As Holy Master, he couldn’t afford reckless fury.

But Lu Yuan’s audacity grated like sand in his veins.

How dare a mere boy challenge his authority?

—

Divine Summons

With a flick of his sleeve, Yun Conglong’s aura erupted.

A celestial sword shot through the heavens, its light manifesting a gigantic projection above the Demon Sect’s territory.

“Ancient Demon! Do you truly seek war with the Cloud Sword Holy Land?”

His voice boomed thrice, shaking mountains.

Demon Sect elders materialized like vengeful ghosts, sneering upward.

“Who dares— Oh. It’s just Yun Conglong.”

“Leave, lest we peel your skin for parchment!”

“War? Bring it on!”

Their taunts flew thick—

Until the projection abruptly vanished.

“Should we warn Young Master Lu?” a guard asked.

“No need,” an elder chuckled. “That fool will go to Tianfeng City himself.”

—

Tianfeng City – Showdown

The sky split as Yun Conglong’s true form emerged—

A titan with a sword-marked brow, his presence turning the air to blades.

“LU YUAN! FACE ME!”

The roar sent civilians scrambling for cover.

Then—

Black tides rose from the Xiao estate.

Lu Yuan stood at the vanguard, cloaked in hellfire.

“Finally crawled out of your hole, old dog?” His grin was feral. “I thought you’d only send pups to die.”

“Enough!” Yun Conglong’s eyes flashed. “Does the Demon Sect truly want war?”

“War?” Lu Yuan’s laugh was glacial. “This won’t be a war—it’ll be an extermination.”

He raised the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Emperor Token, its glow painting the clouds bl00d-red.

“Hear this, Yun Conglong: Hand over Xiao Yun’er and Tang Yun, kneel in apology—or watch your holy land burn.”

The ultimatum hung like an executioner’s axe.

For the first time in centuries—

Yun Conglong hesitated.

Then Lu Yuan struck the token.

Boom!

A demonic horn echoed across the realm as his order thundered:

“All elders—converge on Tianfeng City!”

“Mobilize the Four Demon Legions!”

“We march on the Cloud Sword Holy Land at dawn!”