I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 23

23: Who Dares Withstand Three Strikes of My Blade?

“What? Say that again?”

Yun Conglong’s face twisted in shock, his eyes bulging with disbelief.

What was happening?

So soon?

“Holy Lord, the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s forces have arrived outside.”

“Our envoys sent to negotiate… have already been executed.”

The guard maintained a respectful tone, but inwardly he was screaming.

The enemy is at our gates, and you’re still asking questions? What the actual hell?!

“How is this possible? How could the demon sect mobilize so quickly?”

“Are you certain? Could they just be guests arriving for the ceremony?”

“The Demon Emperor is in seclusion. Even his son, Lu Yuan wouldn’t have such audacity!”

The elders erupted into chaos.

From Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er’s accounts, they believed they understood Lu Yuan’s character.

By their estimation, even with the Demon Emperor’s Decree, he couldn’t possibly have rallied the demon sect’s armies this swiftly.

“Holy Lord, I saw it with my own eyes—this is undeniable truth!”

Seeing their skepticism, the guard’s expression turned grave.

But Yun Conglong’s face darkened further.

He hadn’t anticipated this speed.

No time for preparations—

Was this the demon sect’s efficiency?

“Holy Lord, such rapid mobilization means their numbers must be limited!”

A hunchbacked elder stepped forward after some thought.

“We need only hold our ground briefly. The demon sect will retreat on their own.”

“This is just face-saving theatrics—nothing consequential.”

The guard’s mouth opened to refute—

But Yun Conglong cut in: “Then activate the defensive formations immediately.”

“Holy Lord, today is my coronation. For the demon sect to disrupt it—”

“They insult not just me, but the entire Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

“Allow me to lead a strike force and teach them our might!”

Tang Yun’s declaration rang with righteous fury.

The disciples stirred, their bl00d boiling with battle lust rather than fear.

To them, this was a golden opportunity—

Rare chances to earn merit were scarce in peacetime.

Now, with the demon sect at their doorstep, glory awaited.

Every disciple itched to charge out.

“Silence!”

Yun Conglong raised a hand, his voice calm but firm.

“The coronation continues uninterrupted. The barrier alone will suffice.”

As he spoke, the entire hall trembled.

BOOM—!

Space distorted as an immense translucent shield materialized, pulsing with sword intent.

Murmurs of awe filled the hall.

This mountain-protecting array, enhanced by the Sword Mausoleum’s energy, multiplied the Holy Land’s defenses exponentially.

Not even the Demon Emperor could breach it hastily.

“Holy Lord… there’s one more matter.”

The guard who had hesitated earlier sighed inwardly.

I joined this sect for survival, but these fools are beyond saving.

“Speak.”

Yun Conglong’s frown deepened.

Couldn’t this guard read the room?

“The demon sect’s forces… number over a million.”

“Even with our barrier, such numbers could grind it down through attrition.”

Silence.

Then—

“A MILLION?!”

“The demon sect’s Four Great Legions?!”

“How does a mere heir command such authority?!”

Panic spread like wildfire.

Even Yun Conglong’s face turned ashen.

Why didn’t you lead with this critical information?!

—

Outside the Cloud Sword Holy Land

Tens of thousands of demonic cultivators assaulted the barrier in coordinated waves.

Yet these were mere probes—

The Four Great Legions remained poised, awaiting orders.

“Put your backs into it! These turtles won’t leave their shells!”

“Hah! ‘Cloud Sword Holy Land’? More like ‘Coward’s Haven’!”

“Hey sword-fuckers! Come out and die like men!”

Taunts reverberated across the battlefield, each cruder than the last.

Seated atop his Bone Dragon chariot, Lu Yuan listened with growing disappointment.

“Pathetic.”

“No mother-insults? No ancestral defilement?”

“These amateurs wouldn’t last a day in a proper trash-talking contest.”

He waved a dismissive hand.

“Recall them. This is embarrassing.”

As the ineffective provocateurs retreated, Lu Yuan’s gaze landed on Third Elder Li Xueren.

“Elder Li.”

“Show them how real men issue challenges.”

The elder’s face split into a grin.

“With pleasure, Young Master.”

In a streak of crimson light, Li Xueren shot toward the barrier—

Alone.

“Sh1t! That’s one of their elders!”

Cloud Sword sentries paled at his approach.

All eyes locked onto the solitary figure hovering before the shimmering shield.

Li Xueren’s voice boomed:

“Hiding behind your barrier? Fine.”

“If it withstands three strikes from this blade—”

“I’ll withdraw voluntarily.”

His smile was razor-sharp.