I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 21

21: The Demon Sect Marches, The World Trembles

“Now?”

The five elders froze momentarily.

Their gazes turned to Lu Yuan with undisguised astonishment.

Hadn’t they agreed to give the Cloud Sword Holy Land a day’s grace?

Night had barely fallen—

Wasn’t this too rushed?

“Since Yun Conglong has already come once, there’s no need for further posturing!”

“No more delays. Even if they surrender the culprits tomorrow, I will still annihilate the Cloud Sword Holy Land.”

“We are demonic cultivators—when we speak, our words are iron!”

Lu Yuan’s eyes narrowed meaningfully as he emphasized the importance of keeping one’s word.

After all, outsiders often claimed demonic cultivators were oath-breakers.

A full day had passed since Liu Sheng’s return.

By acting now, Lu Yuan would demonstrate his commitment to his vow.

If Yun Conglong had any sense, he would have prepared defenses already.

Moreover—

They had just cause.

Destroying the Cloud Sword Holy Land would face no opposition.

“Well said! If the Young Master values honor so highly, this old man will lead the vanguard!”

“You old goat! The vanguard position is mine this time!”

“I’ve been by the Young Master’s side throughout—don’t even think of stealing my spot!”

The five elders clamored to take the lead.

In their view, this campaign required a high-ranking elder to command the frontlines—

Only then would the world respect the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s might.

“Elders, please.”

Lu Yuan raised his hand.

“I know you all wish to contribute to the sect’s glory.”

“But this matter began because of me—it should end by my hand.”

“I ask for your support in allowing me to reclaim my honor!”

His voice was solemn, his expression pained.

He spoke of past follies with such regret that one might think he’d strike himself given the chance.

These days of reflection in the Xiao Family had shown him the folly of his former weakness.

Now, he would wash away that shame with bl00d.

“Since the Young Master has decided, this old servant will support you!”

“Hah! Let us crush the Cloud Sword Holy Land and make our might known!”

“The command is yours, Young Master. We are but your blades!”

The elders pledged their loyalty fervently.

They were overjoyed to see Lu Yuan’s transformation—

No longer the lovestruck fool, but a true heir of the demon sect.

Change took time.

But a broken bone heals stronger.

And what Lu Yuan had lost was no ordinary treasure—

But the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eyes, a peerless divine gift no amount of treasure could replace.

“With your approval, let us address the armies!”

“Today, I reclaim my dignity!”

Lu Yuan rose, his voice thunderous, his killing intent palpable.

The elders swelled with pride at his resolve.

As Lu Yuan strode out, the five elders followed—

Six streaks of light shooting toward the skies beyond Tianfeng City.

—

Above, the ancient warships hovered like floating mountains, shrouded in endless demonic mist, their aura oppressive.

Upon them stood the assembled might of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect—

The Four Great Legions and a million disciples, their combined bloodlust shaking the heavens.

As the six figures approached, a thunderous cry erupted:

“HAIL THE YOUNG MASTER! HAIL THE ELDERS!”

Armored warriors knelt, their weapons raised in salute.

Lu Yuan’s gaze swept across the armies.

“You know why we gathered today.”

“As heir of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect, I was humiliated—my eyes stolen—while the Cloud Sword Holy Land shields the culprits!”

“Should we tolerate this?!”

His voice boomed across the fleet.

Before him stood 620,000 elites and a million elite disciples—

Each a powerhouse unmatched in their realm.

This campaign would be their proving ground.

With Lu Yuan commanding and five elders supporting, victory was assured.

“NEVER!”

The roar shook the earth.

The armies’ fervor was undeniable—though their reverence for Lu Yuan remained untested.

But Lu Yuan cared not.

In the demonic path, respect was earned through strength.

Only by demonstrating his might would true fear take root.

“Then raise your spears! Today, we march on the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

At his command, the warships surged forward, their passage tearing the skies asunder.

The sight sent tremors through the land.

Wherever the demonic armada passed, cultivators gaped in awe.

“They’re really doing it! The demon sect means to wipe out the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

“Hah! Serves them right! Last month, the Cloud Sword Holy Land tried intimidating us—now they reap what they sowed!”

“62,000 elites and a million disciples… Lu Yuan has changed. Best curry favor with the demon sect henceforth.”

“Should our sect join? Supporting the demon sect could earn us merits…”

Spectators whispered fervently.

None had expected the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect to act so decisively—

Or Lu Yuan to transform so completely.

That he would personally lead the assault as commander spoke volumes.

After all, Tang Yun was now a Holy Son—a peer in status.

But to all observers, Yun Conglong’s obstinacy was sheer idiocy.

To defy the demon sect over two individuals?

Even surrender now might not stay Lu Yuan’s hand.

As night deepened, cultivators flocked to witness history.

Wherever the demonic fleet passed, sects quaked in terror, fearing collateral damage.

The sight of thousands of warships blotting out the moon left them paralyzed—

As if a blade hung overhead, ready to drop.

And in their hearts, hatred for Yun Conglong burned hotter than ever.