I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 44

44: Yun Conglong – “Today, I Will Kill Lu Yuan”

“This is the foundation of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect. I already thought the Demon Emperor of Ten Thousand Bones Sect was formidable enough, but I never expected even the elders to be this powerful.”

“Damn! I feel like the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s Grand Elder alone could match Yun Conglong.”

“Be more confident—just remove ‘feel like.’ Never underestimate the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect!”

“Fang Lu might just be the Grand Elder of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect, but he’s already nearing the Great Emperor realm. If he ever breaks through, wouldn’t he be invincible?”

“…”

The spectating cultivators trembled in shock.

It wasn’t that they were cowardly.

But what was unfolding before them was simply too staggering.

They had heard of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s might before, but never knew how overwhelming it truly was.

Today, they finally witnessed what real power looked like.

Just five elders of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect were enough to suppress a Great Emperor’s cultivation.

Such a feat was unimaginable for any other faction.

“Look! Something seems to be breaking on Yun Conglong’s body!”

At that moment, someone shouted, drawing everyone’s attention to Yun Conglong.

Under the combined assault of the five elders, a faint, powdery glow emanated from his body.

“What’s going on? The Great Emperor’s treasure armor is being destroyed!”

The crowd’s eyes widened, afraid to miss even the slightest detail.

BOOM!

The heavens roared incessantly.

Yun Conglong had long lost the sharpness and arrogance he displayed earlier.

His cold, domineering, unrivaled demeanor had completely vanished.

Now, even defending himself was an immense struggle.

The five demonic elders held nothing back, bombarding Yun Conglong with every divine ability and technique at their disposal.

Explosions of demonic light tore through the sky, shattering the firmament and annihilating the heavens.

“You…!”

Yun Conglong barely stabilized himself midair, his face pale as he roared, “Just you wait! If I survive today, I swear I’ll annihilate every last one of you!”

He knew he was no match for the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect today and had already given up on fighting back.

But for a Great Emperor, there were countless ways to escape.

If he truly wanted to flee, the five elders would have a hard time stopping him.

“You think you can run?”

Fang Lu’s indifferent voice rang out, laced with disdain. “The five of us were ordered to kill you. If we let you escape, we might as well resign as elders of the Demon Sect!”

As he spoke, Fang Lu drew his bow.

The Heavenly Demon Bow seemed to transform endlessly, an arrow of demonic qi materializing with the weight of the world itself.

BOOM!

The void trembled as if on the verge of collapse.

Yun Conglong had no time to react before the arrow struck his chest—PFFT!—bl00d sprayed from his mouth as his organs ruptured from the impact.

The sheer force sent him flying backward.

A blue talisman slowly drifted from his body, disintegrating into dust.

“You’ve got quite a few life-saving treasures. Let’s see how many more you have left!”

Fang Lu’s voice dripped with mockery.

At the same time, he knocked another arrow.

The Heavenly Demon Bow was drawn to its full crescent, demonic runes materializing densely, converging into the arrow.

The void itself seemed to manifest a terrifying power, an endless, overwhelming might.

The demonic runes spread like an ocean—vast, boundless, infinite!

An arrow as thick as a shooting star erupted from the bow, its force capable of piercing the sun itself.

BOOM!

Entire mountain ranges ahead exploded into dust.

Yun Conglong took the full brunt of the attack.

Of course, he had wanted to dodge—but with four Great Sage-level elders harassing him, he couldn’t spare the focus.

PFFT!

His body slammed into a mountain once more, Great Emperor’s bl00d gushing out.

His face was ashen, devoid of any color.

“Yun Conglong, we warned you not to oppose the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect. Yet you refused to listen!”

“Now, tell us—how do you want to die?”

Fang Lu looked down at Yun Conglong, who was embedded in the mountain.

“You…! Do you really think I won’t kill you all?!”

A furious roar erupted.

Yun Conglong’s body erupted with crimson energy, his life force burning violently.

“You wretched vermin! Forcing me to burn my lifespan—you should feel honored!”

His voice was icy with rage.

Never had he imagined the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect would push him this far.

This humiliation, this frustration—it was unbearable.

Since founding the Cloud Sword Holy Land, Yun Conglong had fought countless battles.

But never had he been reduced to such a pitiful state.

“Hahaha! Look, he’s angry!”

“Burning his lifespan? How terrifying! But what can you even do now?”

“I’d advise you to stop wasting your life force. Why not donate your Great Emperor’s bl00d to our Demon Sect instead?”

“…”

The five elders exchanged glances, their expressions indifferent, their tones dripping with sarcasm.

That said, they weren’t underestimating Yun Conglong.

Every strike they unleashed was with full power.

After all, the gap between a Great Sage and a Great Emperor was still vast.

But down below, Lu Yuan’s eyes suddenly gleamed.

He knew Yun Conglong was now at his limit.

Only by shattering his Heart could the five elders secure victory.

“Men! It’s time for the Xiao Clan to serve their final purpose!”

A playful smirk curled on Lu Yuan’s lips.

Breaking someone’s will?

Too easy.

The demonic guards swiftly moved behind the Xiao Clan members, raising their blades.

SLASH!

Sword light flashed—bl00d sprayed.

Ten heads rolled to the ground.

The remaining Xiao Clan members trembled in terror.

“Holy Lord, save us!”

“Holy Lord, please rescue us first! We’ll repay you with absolute loyalty!”

“Holy Lord, forget about the elders—you must save us!”

“…”

Desperate, terrified screams tore from the Xiao Clan’s throats as they stared at the approaching guards.

Their faces were deathly pale.

They begged the heavens for Yun Conglong’s intervention.

After all, the Cloud Sword Holy Land had publicly vowed to protect the Xiao Clan.

Yet now, they were being slaughtered one after another.

Where was this so-called “protection”?

It was clear their lives meant nothing.

But before their voices even faded—SLASH!—ten more heads fell.

The mountain was drenched in the stench of bl00d.

“You little bastard! You dare defy my orders? You’re seeking death!”

“Today, even if I die, I’ll kill you first!”

Yun Conglong’s face twisted in fury, his killing intent erupting.

Lu Yuan’s sudden move had caught him off guard.

But now, Yun Conglong no longer cares.

Transforming into a streak of light, he shot toward Lu Yuan at full speed—determined to kill him.