I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 20

20: Full-Scale Assault!

“Excellent! Then the entire army shall march!”

Zheng Tu’s eyes snapped open as his figure transformed into a streak of light, shooting outward.

With a wave of his hand, the sky split apart as spatial channels were forcibly opened, allowing the three great legions to descend directly upon Tianfeng City.

“Kill!”
“Kill!”
“Kill!”

The three legions advanced in a mighty tide, their bloodlust blotting out the heavens as they surged into the spatial channels.

BOOM—!

Countless warships and flying vessels poured into the rift.

Mythical beasts stampede, monstrous birds took flight, and an overwhelming aura of slaughter soared into the skies—a sight both magnificent and terrifying.

Alongside them, swarms of Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect disciples flooded the channels, their numbers exceeding a million.

These disciples all sought to earn merits in this battle.

Only through such deeds could they rise above their station.

—

Nightfall.

Near Tianfeng City.

A resounding war horn echoed through the air.

The heavens fractured as spatial rifts appeared above the boundless mountain ranges.

Gigantic warships, gleaming with demonic light, traversed the void like celestial rivers, their presence ancient and imposing.

Simultaneously, countless experts materialized, streaking across the sky as beams of light before landing amidst the peaks.

Their faces were indistinct, shrouded in demonic energy as vast as oceans, their bodies wreathed in the power of laws.

Their eyes gleamed like blades, sharp enough to pierce souls.

They arrived in endless waves.

Demonic mist enshrouded Tianfeng City, ethereal yet suffocating.

Bloodlust surged into the firmament, oppressive enough to dominate the era.

The terrifying demonic energy churned violently, shaking the heavens and earth, its influence spanning hundreds of cities.

“Young Master, all forces have arrived!”

Xue Qisha, one of the demon sect’s Great Elders, approached Lu Yuan’s quarters with reverence. His demonic aura was fathomless, his eyes alight with anticipation.

“Since everyone is here, we shall wait a moment longer. The army still needs time to assemble.”

Lu Yuan’s voice emerged from within the room.

The door swung open, revealing his figure. The moment he appeared, Xue Qisha bowed deeply, his attitude one of utmost deference.

Lu Yuan gave a slight nod.

“It seems this night shall be one of annihilation. Too many will be awakened.”

Tianfeng City was vast, home to over a thousand clans.

Surrounding it were countless other cities, each with their own factions—some large, some small.

Amidst the mountains, thousands of sects stood.

The descent of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s four legions sent tremors through all nearby powers.

Hearts pounded in terror as they reassured themselves—

This was the demon sect’s war with the Cloud Sword Holy Land. It had nothing to do with them.

Yet this instinctive fear stemmed from deep-rooted dread of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect.

“Damn that Yun Conglong! Of all people to provoke, why the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect? I nearly pissed myself!”

“If I didn’t know this was about the Cloud Sword Holy Land, I’d think the demon sect was expanding its territory!”

“So this is the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect? Such terrifying might! I should’ve tried joining them sooner.”

“Against such power, minor factions like ours are nothing but lambs for slaughter.”

“We must find a way to become vassals. Otherwise, we’ll die of fright next time.”

From ancient halls atop mountain peaks to imperial palaces, powerful figures emerged, their expressions grave, their hearts filled with trepidation.

This was the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect—a colossus towering above all sects.

620,000 elite soldiers. A million disciples.

Such was the sect’s horrifying might.

Yet amidst their fear, these observers felt a sliver of relief.

They had not witnessed the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Emperor’s wars of conquest.

But now, they would behold his heir’s war of vengeance.

OOOOO—!

A chorus of horns and demonic drums resounded across the skies.

Massive black-bronze warships hovered ominously, an awe-inspiring sight.

Upon these vessels stood countless cultivators and guards, their killing intent soaring.

In moments, Tianfeng City was surrounded—a sea of warships blotting out the sky.

Thousands of vessels formed an impenetrable canopy, their shadows swallowing the last remnants of daylight.

A million cultivators stood ready for war.

The spectacle left onlookers breathless.

“Is this the might of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect? Utterly domineering!”

“One day, I too shall join their ranks!”

“Lu Yuan is truly peerless. Only by joining the demon sect can one find true glory.”

Young cultivators watched with burning ambition, their yearning for the demon sect growing stronger.

Yet none knew—the true spectacle was within Tianfeng City itself.

“Young Master! We have arrived late! We beg for punishment!”

“Young Master! We have arrived late! We beg for punishment!”

“Young Master! We have arrived late! We beg for punishment!”

Within the Xiao Family estate, all five Great Elders of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect knelt in unison, their posture one of absolute submission.

“Good. All three legions have assembled. The five elders are gathered.”

Lu Yuan observed them with satisfaction.

The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s efficiency was remarkable.

To mobilize 620,000 elite troops and a million disciples in such short time—

The Cloud Sword Holy Land’s destruction was assured.

“Young Master, our forces are ready. What are your next orders?”

Zheng Tu voiced the question on every elder’s mind.

The demon sect had mobilized its full might.

But how would they strike?

“You all know my grievances.”

Lu Yuan spoke without hesitation.

“Those whom the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect seeks to kill—if the Cloud Sword Holy Land dares shield them, then we shall erase the Holy Land from existence.”

“Should any other sect or power interfere, annihilate them all. Leave no one alive.”

His fingers tapped rhythmically against the armrest.

“By your command! We shall trample the Cloud Sword Holy Land into dust!”

The elders responded as one.

In their eyes, Lu Yuan had been far too merciful, offering chance after chance.

Yet the Cloud Sword Holy Land had spurned every opportunity.

“Young Master, this old servant dares to ask—when do we depart?”

Xue Qisha’s voice was soft but eager.

Lu Yuan’s eyes narrowed, his expression inscrutable.

“This very moment.”