I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 39

39: What Emperors? Just Frogs in a Well!

The Slaughter Continues

“Come closer if you dare!”

“Young Master, please proceed. I won’t let these fools ruin your enjoyment.”

Fang Lu smiled faintly, utterly indifferent to Yun Conglong’s rage.

Crack!

Lu Yuan’s blade never paused.

Five more Xiao clansmen fell—

Close friends of both Xiao Yun’er and Tang Yun.

“So eager to play heroes?”

“Let’s see how many you can actually save.”

His mocking gaze swept across the Emperors hovering above.

“I said STOP!”

Yun Conglong’s roar shook the heavens.

“You wretched bastard—I’ll skin you alive!”

Veins bulged across his forehead. Never in his reign had anyone defied him so brazenly.

Hummm!

The very air trembled as a terrifying pressure descended.

Even distant spectators felt their hearts pierce by invisible sword intent.

Then—

Ten thousand sword lights rained down like falling stars, all converging on Lu Yuan.

“Yes! With this attack, Lu Yuan is finished!”

“His death will turn the Demon Sect into a laughingstock!”

“Not just that—it’ll cleanse our Holy Son’s reputation!”

The Cloud Sword disciples cheered.

Their Holy Lord was an Emperor—

Backed by four more Emperors!

What could the Demon Sect possibly do?

Yet the next moment—

Lu Yuan’s lips curled into a bizarre smile.

“Old dog Yun, only brave against the weak?”

Fang Lu flicked his sleeve.

A single demonic palm strike shattered the sword storm.

Silence.

Every disciple gaped.

Fang Lu wasn’t even an Emperor!

How could he neutralize Yun Conglong’s attack?

This… this was the Demon Sect’s true power.

Where even a Great Sage elder could rival Emperors.

“Pathetic tricks. Release the Xiao Family now, or none of you leave alive!”

Yun Conglong’s voice dripped venom.

But even as he spoke—

Swish! Swish! Swish!

Three more heads rolled.

“Yun Conglong, this is beyond your control.”

“But I’ll grant you a chance.”

“Every quarter-hour, another Xiao dies.”

“Save who you can… if you’re able.”

Lu Yuan twirled his bloodied blade, utterly unfazed by the five Emperors.

Yun Conglong’s jaw clenched.

Had Fang Lu issued such taunts, he might have tolerated it.

But this was Lu Yuan—

A mere Nascent Soul ant!

At his age, even the Cloud Sword Holy Land wouldn’t accept him as a disciple!

Yet this insect dared mock an Emperor?

The humiliation burned like acid.

“No matter who shields you… today, you DIE!”

“Nine Provinces Sword Domain!”

Yun Conglong’s immortal sword erupted with blinding radiance.

Sword intent flooded the skies—

An ocean of lethal glimmers, each capable of slaying deities.

The very mountains trembled under this emperor-tier killing intent.

“Elder Fang, they’re yours.”

Lu Yuan didn’t even glance upward.

“This humble servant won’t fail you.”

Fang Lu’s smile widened.

Just a little closer… and the trap would spring.

“Fang Lu! Do you think I fear you?”

Yun Conglong’s laughter turned manic as ten thousand sword beams blotted out the sun.

The entire mountain seemed ready to disintegrate.

Then—

“Now! Activate the formation!”

Fang Lu’s command triggered a cataclysm.

BOOM!

Violet thunderbolts erupted from the earth, tangling with the sword rain in a surreal dance.

Space itself quaked—

Even the Cloud Sword Holy Land’s foundations shook.

CRACK!

A lightning dragon thicker than ancient pines obliterated every sword beam.

“No…!”

Yun Conglong screamed as bl00d fountained from his mouth.

The space around him shattered like glass.

Tendrils of purple lightning coiled around his body, flaying flesh from bone.

“What… What formation is this?!”

His disbelief was absolute.

An Emperor’s full-power strike—

Annihilated in one breath.

This couldn’t be the Demon Sect’s doing.

Not even Fang Lu possessed such might.

“I told you—you’re just a frog in a well.”

Fang Lu materialized before him, killing intent blazing.