I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 42

42: Every Man for Himself

The Spectators’ Realization

“You’re still hoping for the Righteous Alliance? Hah!”

“Let me tell you—not even four additional Emperors could break this formation!”

“Exactly! Between the Heavenly Demons and lightning tribulation, those Emperors are already cooked!”

“Pathetic. They came to save Yun Conglong, but now they can’t even save themselves. Even if reinforcements arrived, they’d flee at the sight of this!”

The crowd erupted in chaotic discussions as dozens of memory crystals activated simultaneously. This was history unfolding before their eyes.

Only Two Scenarios Could Save the Cloud Sword Holy Land Now:
1. The four trapped Emperors breaking through the Thunder Prison Heavenly Demons’ siege
2. The Righteous Alliance sending three more Emperors as backup

But as the battle raged on, neither seemed likely.

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Yun Conglong’s Last Stand

A thunderous explosion snapped everyone’s attention skyward.

“You vermin dare wound me?!” Yun Conglong roared, his Emperor’s aura erupting like a tidal wave.

For the first time, the Cloud Sword Holy Lord fought with reckless abandon—no longer conserving energy, but burning his very life force.

BOOM!

The mountains trembled as:
– Sword runes materialized like constellations
– Cracks split the heavens
– The earth fractured beneath the weight of imperial might

Most spectators fled—only those with supreme defensive treasures dared remain to record the cataclysm.

“He’s gone mad! Those sword energies will slaughter the Xiao Family remnants!”

“Poetic justice—their Holy Lord killing what they came to save!”

“Someone steady me… my legs won’t stop shaking!”

Yet the five demonic elders remained unfazed.

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The Demonic Counterattack

“The old dog’s serious now. Shall we oblige him?”

“Hah! If he wants mutual destruction, we’ll give him a spectacle!”

The elders’ demonic energies fused into a primordial force—a swirling maelstrom of:
– Corrosive miasma
– Thunder prison lightning
– Spectral demonic visages

The very air distorted as their combined power reached critical mass.

BOOM!

The collision lit the sky brighter than a thousand suns, forcing even brave observers to shield their eyes.

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Lu Yuan’s Resolve

Watching from below, Lu Yuan clenched his fists.

“This… is true power.” The thought burned in his mind. “To hold life and death in my own hands—without relying on others…”

His gaze shifted to the four Emperors struggling against their Thunder Prison Heavenly Demons. The ancient entities moved with terrifying efficiency—their lightning-wreathed fists outpacing even imperial reflexes.

“We can’t keep this up! These things feel no pain!”

One Emperor coughed bl00d as his barrier cracked under another thunderous blow.

A grim realization settled among them:

“We must save ourselves first. Yun Conglong… is on his own.”

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The Inevitable Conclusion

Lu Yuan’s eyes gleamed with cold satisfaction.

“The Righteous Alliance’s defeat is inevitable now.”

“Yun Conglong will die today.”

“The Cloud Sword Holy Land falls today.”

All that remained was reclaiming his Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes—and no force in the realm would stop him.