I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 31

31: Forced Retreat!

“So what if you have over a dozen holy lands?”

“Before my Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect, you’re nothing but dogs!”

Fang Lu’s face was dark with fury.

After years of battling the Righteous Alliance, he knew their nature—

All high-minded rhetoric, but without shared interests, they were just a disorganized mob.

Now, they needed to act fast—

Either launch a full assault or retreat.

Stalling would only allow more Alliance forces to gather.

“Great Elder!”

A voice reached Fang Lu’s ears.

His rage cooled slightly as he turned to Lu Yuan in the bone chariot.

“Young Master!”

He bowed respectfully.

“Great Elder, with four Great Emperors opposing us, perhaps we should retreat and regroup.”

Lu Yuan’s tone was calm but firm.

“Young Master!”

Fang Lu’s voice was thick with reluctance.

“That bastard Tang Yun and that b1tch Xiao Yun’er are living it up in the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

“Your Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eyes are still in their hands!”

“To leave now… this old servant cannot accept it!”

His words were laced with anguish.

This campaign was meant to avenge Lu Yuan’s humiliation.

The entire demon sect had mobilized—

They’d already shattered the Cloud Sword barrier, wounded three elders, and injured Yun Conglong himself.

Victory was within grasp!

At the very least, they could seize Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er in the chaos.

“Great Elder, I know you’ve watched me grow up and hate to see me wronged.”

“But the situation has changed. We can’t afford stubbornness.”

Lu Yuan gestured to the million-strong army behind them.

“These are our warriors—each life more valuable than mine.”

“Even without the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eyes, I still have the Blazing Sacred Pupils.”

“There’s no need to clash head-on when they hold the advantage.”

His quiet words carried conviction.

After days of battle, he understood—

The Four Great Legions were irreplaceable.

Heavy losses would be unbearable for the sect.

And for what?

A pair of traitors and a pair of eyes?

“This old servant acted rashly.”

Fang Lu’s rationality returned.

Even if they destroyed the Cloud Sword Holy Land now—

At what cost?

Especially with the Demon Emperor still in seclusion.

Had he been present, four Great Emperors would’ve been no obstacle.

“Retreat.”

Lu Yuan waved his hand.

There was no hurry—

The demon sect could play the long game.

In this world, power was the only true currency—

And the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect had plenty.

“All forces withdraw 500 km! I’ll cover the rear!”

Fang Lu’s order sent the legions into motion—

Retreating in perfect discipline.

—

“After them! Don’t let them escape!”

Yun Conglong’s eyes burned with urgency.

This was the perfect chance to crush the demon sect!

Four Great Emperors and their combined forces could rout them completely.

But then—

A predatory gaze locked onto him.

Fang Lu’s killing intent was a physical weight.

“Enough. Even if we pursued, what would we gain?”

“We’ve saved the Cloud Sword Holy Land. That suffices.”

“Yun Conglong, don’t overreach. Fang Lu is no weaker than you.”

The allied emperors shook their heads.

They had no desire to risk themselves further.

Without the Righteous Alliance’s mandate, they’d have never intervened.

After all—

Who truly wanted to antagonize the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect?

—

“Hah! The Righteous Alliance prevails again!”

“The demon sect flees like whipped dogs!”

“All hail the Alliance’s supremacy!”

“Joining the Cloud Sword Holy Land was my wisest choice!”

“I’m staying with the righteous path forever!”

Cloud Sword disciples swelled with pride.

Even the disillusioned sentries now gazed at Yun Conglong with renewed reverence.

This was the Righteous Alliance’s might—

Forcing even the mighty demon sect to retreat.

—

“The Alliance reacted unusually fast this time.”

“Righteous? More like a pack of hypocrites.”

“Pity. The demon sect barely got to flex its power.”

“What a lackluster ending.”

Spectators dispersed, their entertainment cut short.

Without a decisive territorial battle, interest waned.

Staying risked becoming the Alliance’s scapegoats.

Soon, the battlefield stood eerily quiet.

But the aftermath spread like wildfire—

Memory stones of key moments became priceless commodities:

– Li Xueren’s domination of three Cloud Sword elders
– Fang Lu’s arrow piercing the Alliance Seal
– Yun Conglong’s humiliating injury

All hotly traded for their insights into high-level combat.

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Cloud Sword Holy Land – Celestial Palace

Amid immortal mists and spiritual energy—

Holy Son Tang Yun received the news:

“It’s true? The demon sect has retreated?!”