I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 27

27: The Righteous Alliance Seal

The heavens trembled as space itself fractured.

Countless blade energies pierced through the firmament.

Li Xueren hovered mid-air, an indomitable presence.

Yet this sight only deepened the Cloud Sword disciples’ despair.

“They lost? Our Grand Elder lost to their Third Elder?!”

“The gap is too vast—we stand no chance!”

“How can three elders combined fail against one?!”

Disbelief and horror painted every face.

Three against one—and nearly annihilated.

To be precise: two severely wounded, one critically injured.

These were the Cloud Sword Holy Land’s top three elders—their pride and strength.

Yet the demon sect’s Third Elder had crushed them effortlessly.

The dissonance was unbearable.

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On distant mountain peaks, spectators gathered—

Many holding memory stones to record this historic battle.

The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect never lost wars.

But few ever witnessed their campaigns firsthand.

This epochal clash—the demon sect annihilating a holy land—was unmissable.

“The demon elders’ might is terrifying!”

“But destroying the Cloud Sword Holy Land? Impossible.”

“The Righteous Alliance won’t stand idle. Only the Demon Emperor could shift this balance.”

“Pity Lu Yuan leads instead—not his father.”

“Once Yun Conglong or the Alliance arrives, this ends!”

Whispers crisscrossed the crowd.

While awed by demonic might, they foresaw the battle’s limits.

Holy lands weren’t ordinary factions—

Their vassal networks ran deep, their alliances unshakable.

To eradicate one required overwhelming, absolute force.

Even the demon sect hesitated at such brinkmanship.

Total war meant mutual annihilation.

Yet every spectator harbored selfish calculations—

Vultures awaiting scraps from the carnage.

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“Impatient for death? I’ll oblige.”

Li Xueren’s blade descended again—

Space itself wailed under its weight.

A ten-thousand-zhang blade storm roared toward the fallen Grand Elder.

“Protect the Grand Elder!”

“The Holy Lord comes!”

The two junior elders shouted—

But neither moved.

They knew intervention meant certain death.

Let fools perish—wise men survive.

“You dare?!”

The Grand Elder rallied desperately—

But the blade was already upon him.

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“DEMONS! YOU OVERREACH!”

Yun Conglong’s voice split the skies.

Golden dragons of imperial might surged behind him—

Coalescing into a quadrangular seal emblazoned with nine imperial dragons.

The Righteous Alliance Seal!

BOOM—!

The blade storm shattered instantly.

The counterforce blasted Li Xueren backward like a leaf in a typhoon.

“Hah! A Great Emperor’s sneak attack—how noble!”

Li Xueren spat bl00d, his face twisted in fury.

In fair combat, even against a Great Emperor, he could hold his ground.

But this?

Dishonorable ambush!

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“RETREAT, OR FACE ANNIHILATION!”

Yun Conglong hovered gloriously—

His body wreathed in primordial radiance, golden runes weaving cosmic laws.

Merely glimpsing him burned mortal eyes, drawing involuntary tears.

This was a Great Emperor’s majesty!

“A single move decides the battle!”

“The demon sect’s dilemma begins—Yun Conglong is a true Great Emperor!”

“One wisp of imperial might wounded their elder! Absolute supremacy!”

The crowd buzzed with renewed awe.

A Great Emperor’s arrival changed everything.

Only the Demon Emperor’s presence could escalate this further.

The Righteous Alliance’s foundations were truly terrifying.

“DEMONIC SCUM! THE ALLIANCE SEAL COMMANDS YOUR WITHDRAWAL!”

Yun Conglong’s voice resounded across the battlefield, his gaze icy.

“DEFY IT AT YOUR PERIL!”