I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 25

25: Two Choices

“Elders… you used us as human shields?”

“I don’t understand your actions. We demand an explanation!”

“Shouldn’t elders fight alongside their disciples?”

The Cloud Sword sentries’ voices trembled with betrayal.

They had joined the holy land seeking survival—

Never expecting such cold-blooded abandonment.

These elders treated them as expendable meat.

Meanwhile, the demonic cultivators watched in morbid fascination.

“Well damn! They’re the real demons here.”

Even Lu Yuan arched an eyebrow at such ruthlessness.

While demonic cultivators were known for cruelty—

This was how they treated enemies, not their own!

“Hah! And they call us evil? Your elders win the prize for vileness!”

“In our sect, even the Demon Emperor shields his followers!”

“Hypocrites. Preaching virtue while committing atrocities.”

The demonic ranks buzzed with contempt.

Among them, sacrificing oneself for comrades was honor—

Not this cowardly butchery.

Inside the barrier, the six elders’ faces darkened.

“Silence! This is war—no time for niceties!”

“Fools! You understand nothing of that blade’s peril!”

“Their sacrifice was heroic! The holy land will compensate their families!”

“Enough chatter! Defend your home!”

Their righteous tones brooked no dissent.

To them, this was a necessary sacrifice—not betrayal.

Though discontent simmered, the sentries quieted.

Only then did the elders survey the demonic forces—

And their breath caught.

The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s legions stretched to the horizon—

Four elite armies and a million disciples blackening the sky.

Demonic energy swirled like starry nebulae, vast enough to devour heaven and earth.

At their forefront stood Elder Li Xueren, his aura unrivaled, blade humming with pent-up fury.

Yet the Cloud Sword elders stiffened their spines.

Appearances must be maintained.

“Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect—you overstep!”

“Withdraw now, and we may yet forgive this transgression!”

“Remember—the Righteous Alliance stands with us!”

“Your sect is strong, but no match for united holy lands!”

Their bluster rang hollow against the cracked barrier.

“Righteous Alliance?”

Inside his bone chariot, Lu Yuan’s eyes narrowed.

He knew of this coalition—

A pact between a dozen holy lands to resist demonic domination.

Individually, none could oppose the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect.

United, they posed a credible threat.

But today?

Irrelevant.

“So that’s their confidence.”

Lu Yuan’s lips curled.

If they relied on allies—

He’d break that reliance with overwhelming force.

All eyes turned to Elder Li.

“Vermin who feast on men yet preach virtue!”

“Your ‘Righteous Alliance’ is a den of snakes!”

“We march with just cause—what do we fear?”

“Two paths remain:”

“One! Surrender Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er—return our young master’s eyes!”

“Two! We slaughter our way in—and erase the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

His blade flared, space itself shuddering under its edge.

“Impudence!”

“You dare threaten us?!”

“Face our blades, demon!”

The Cloud Sword’s three senior elders shot forward, their swords blazing like suns.

Thousand of sword rays lanced toward Li Xueren—

Each strike is lethal to those below the Great Sage realm.

“Finally! Three old turtles crawling from their shells!”

“Let me educate you—even among sages, gaps exist!”

Li Xueren’s demonic blade screamed through the air.

The very sky ripped apart as boundless blade energy met the sword storm.

Clashes lit the firmament like celestial warfare—

And the three elders’ faces darkened with dread.