I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 29

29: The Holy Lord? Just a Dog at Best

“It’s you!”

Yun Conglong’s voice carried a hint of shock and fear—an emotion he found hard to believe.

Yet, the Fang Lu before his eyes remained utterly calm, as dark and unfathomable as the abyss.

“These days, even random strays dare to bully those from my Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect!”

“Let me see what you, Yun Conglong, really are without the support of the Righteous Alliance!”

Fang Lu’s tone was casual, almost mocking, as if he held no regard for the man before him.

In his hands was the Heavenly Demon Bow—a treasure of immense significance.

Though both it and the Righteous Alliance’s Great Seal were Emperor-grade artifacts, there was a vast difference between them.

The Heavenly Demon Bow was a treasure of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Emperor, personally gifted to Fang Lu.

After ten thousand years of refinement, it had become Fang Lu’s most trusted weapon.

The Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect was a ninth-step Great Sage at the peak of his power, just half a step away from the Emperor Realm.

In a one-on-one fight, he had no reason to fear Yun Conglong.

“Now that your Righteous Alliance’s Great Seal is gone, what else do you have?”

Fang Lu slowly stepped forward, his entire being exuding an overwhelming aura.

As his words fell, the Righteous Alliance’s Great Seal shattered into fragments, scattering across the heavens.

The projections of the dozen or so Emperors also vanished with the destruction of the seal.

The oppressive imperial might dissipated as if it had never existed.

Each fragment contained indestructible laws of the universe.

The onlookers’ eyes gleamed with greed, yet none dared to seize the pieces.

After all, the battle between the Cloud Sword Holy Land and the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect had already begun.

Though no one would stop them, the risk was too great—one misstep could cost them their lives.

Even if they escaped, they would forever earn the enmity of the Cloud Sword Holy Land.

Being hunted down was not worth it.

“It’s you!”

Yun Conglong’s eyes widened in disbelief.

He had never expected Fang Lu of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect to appear here.

As the Grand Elder, Fang Lu stood second only to the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Emperor himself.

No one but the Demon Emperor could command him.

Who would have thought Fang Lu would intervene for Lu Yuan’s sake?

“I am here under my Young Master’s orders to retrieve someone!”

“Yun Conglong! Without the Righteous Alliance’s Great Seal, how much longer can you act so arrogantly?”

“Enough talk. Either hand over the person, or my Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s million-strong army will trample your Cloud Sword Holy Land into dust!”

Fang Lu’s lips curled into a smirk as he stared mockingly at Yun Conglong, his tone casual yet domineering—leaving no room for negotiation.

“Hahaha! What a joke. Even if I refuse, you won’t be able to crush my Cloud Sword Holy Land today.”

Yun Conglong steadied himself, his face twisting into a sneer.

He was, after all, an Emperor.

No matter how strong Fang Lu was, he was only a Great Sage.

In a direct fight, he could never be Yun Conglong.

With that thought, Yun Conglong struck out with a palm.

Just like Fang Lu’s arrow earlier, the motion was effortless.

Yet this simple palm strike carried a terrifying sword intent.

A chilling killing intent radiated uncontrollably, spreading in all directions.

The spectators paled, feeling as if the attack were aimed at them.

The overwhelming sword intent seemed capable of annihilating everything in its path.

Many shuddered in fear.

“Pathetic.”

Fang Lu glanced dismissively, unfazed.

Law runes flickered around his body as purple demonic energy swirled, forming a towering Heavenly Demon that shattered the sky.

Demonic energy surged, sweeping across the land.

Powerful figures in seclusion from various factions were jolted awake, their gazes drawn to the distant battle.

As the Grand Elder of the Demon Sect, Fang Lu revealed his true strength.

The moment the Heavenly Demon’s manifestation appeared, it too struck out with a palm.

Billions of demonic lights erupted like a cascading galaxy.

BOOM!

A violent shockwave exploded outward.

The heavens trembled, and the void collapsed into nothingness.

The mighty sword intent was obliterated without resistance.

“How… is this possible?!”

Yun Conglong stood frozen, his face a mask of disbelief and despair.

He had heard of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s Grand Elder’s strength, but never imagined it to be this overwhelming.

Without the Righteous Alliance’s support, he stood no chance.

“You’re just ignorant—a frog at the bottom of a well.”

Fang Lu’s expression remained indifferent, his tone still casual.

His strength had long surpassed ordinary Emperors.

Under his command were the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s Four Great Legions, each comparable to an Emperor’s might.

Their leaders were all fifth-step Sages, battle-hardened and formidable.

Against the Cloud Sword Holy Land, this was more than enough.

Even if the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Emperor remained in seclusion.

Even if Yun Conglong was an Emperor.

Before the Demon Sect’s Five Great Elders…

Before the Four Great Legions…

He was nothing!

Not even worthy of a fight!

“Since you chose to strike, I’ll destroy you first—then raze the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

Fang Lu shook his head.

As his words fell, the Heavenly Demon behind him struck again.

This palm unleashed endless demonic radiance, its bloody aura piercing the heavens.

Yun Conglong tried to resist, but the attack was too fast.

Under the stunned gazes of the crowd, Yun Conglong’s body was sent flying like a broken kite.

Imperial bl00d, brimming with supreme laws, scattered across the sky.

Not even Yun Conglong had expected such a devastating blow.

The Cloud Sword Holy Land’s disciples stood in horrified silence.

“No way… That man is just a Great Sage, yet he dares attack the Holy Lord?”

“Impossible! How could he be so bold? Aren’t all beneath the Emperor Realm mere ants?”

“Heavens… this is terrifying…”

“The Holy Lord… how could he…”

The disciples of the Cloud Sword Holy Land were filled with despair.

Their bodies turned cold, their souls trembling in fear.

They stood frozen, unable to move.

The spectators were equally shocked.

“Damn! Does he not know Yun Conglong is an Emperor?”

“What Emperor? Look how easily Yun Conglong was crushed. How impressive is an Emperor now?”

“To us, the Emperor Realm is supreme. But to the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect…”

“If only I had such power. Joining the Demon Sect seems like the right choice.”

“So this whole mess was caused by Xiao Yun’er? The Cloud Sword Holy Land is full of idiots!”

“Not quite. It was the Holy Son and Xiao Yun’er colluding—a pair of shameless dogs!”