I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 45

45: The Death of Yun Conglong

“Cloud Sword Nine Forms: White Clouds Conceal the Sea!”

HUM!

Yun Conglong struck instantly, hurling his immortal sword with the full might of a Great Emperor, suppressing all directions.

A deafening sword cry echoed, radiating an overwhelming divine light.

The sword gleamed like a river of stars, enveloping a thousand-mile radius.

Every wisp of sword intent exuded an indestructible sharpness.

“Lu Yuan! You bastard! Even if I die here today, I’ll drag you down with me!”

“Under this sword’s edge, you won’t survive!”

At this moment, Yun Conglong had lost all reason. His voice thundered across the heavens, shaking the earth.

No divine abilities were used, yet the sheer force of his voice alone made Lu Yuan and the spectating cultivators clutch their ears in pain, as if their eardrums were about to burst.

His hatred for Lu Yuan had reached its peak.

If not for Lu Yuan leading the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect to cause trouble, the Cloud Sword Holy Land wouldn’t be in such chaos.

Though Yun Conglong couldn’t defeat five Great Sage-level elders, killing a mere Nascent Soul-stage Lu Yuan would be effortless.

“You think you can kill me? Yun Conglong, you’re just a pathetic fool!”

Seeing Yun Conglong’s uncontrollable rage, Lu Yuan didn’t hold back—he raised his middle finger defiantly.

He wasn’t sure if the gesture meant the same in this world, but the sentiment was clear enough!

However, while Lu Yuan remained unshaken, others couldn’t stay idle.

“Oh-ho! You dare try to attack our young master right in front of us?”

“You wretched scum! If we let you succeed, we might as well quit the Demon Sect!”

“Yun Conglong, if you lay a finger on our young master, you’re dead!”

The five elders erupted in fury, striking simultaneously.

In their eyes, Yun Conglong was nothing but a joke—but targeting Lu Yuan crossed an unforgivable line.

BOOM!

Demonic energy surged across the sky as divine techniques descended like a collapsing galaxy.

A bloody moon plummeted, horrifying and unstoppable. Blades of energy swept through like a tidal wave.

Purple flames crushed the heavens, while demonic lightning wove into an impenetrable barrier before Lu Yuan.

In an instant, countless terrifying techniques were unleashed.

BOOM!

A dazzling radiance erupted, as if endless stars had shattered.

Even the onlookers had to shut their eyes.

When they reopened them, Yun Conglong’s gathered sword energy had vanished without a trace.

Meanwhile, the demonic lightning barrier before Lu Yuan stood untouched, as if it had never been challenged.

“The moment you tried to kill our Demon Sect’s young master, you sealed your fate!”

“You’ve brought this death upon yourself. Let me send you off!”

“Witness this—Heavenly Demon Shatters the Firmament!”

Fang Lu’s expression turned icy, his voice devoid of warmth.

As he drew his bow, endless demonic light manifested behind him, as though a true demon had descended.

The Heavenly Demon Bow gleamed brilliantly, condensing into a silver arrow.

It was like a blade capable of sundering the sun, infused with swirling runes and overwhelming power.

An ancient demonic deity seemed to materialize behind Fang Lu, its presence suffocating.

“What kind of bow is this? It’s terrifying!”

“One arrow earlier wounded Yun Conglong. Now, this aura… I wouldn’t be surprised if it kills him!”

“A Great Sage slaying a Great Emperor? Who would believe such a thing?”

“Stop guessing! Yun Conglong is still a Great Emperor—he must have life-saving tricks!”

“…”

The crowd trembled under the oppressive demonic energy.

The Heavenly Demon Bow’s power was peerless, its radiance like the descent of a demon god.

The sheer force was so overwhelming that many felt suffocated.

Had they been the target, resistance would’ve been impossible.

TWANG!

Fang Lu released the bowstring.

The demonic arrow shot forth, its light blotting out the sky like a falling comet.

For a split second, the spectators shuddered as if their souls were being obliterated.

“Bastards! You demons only know how to ambush!”

Yun Conglong’s face twisted in alarm.

He knew he couldn’t block this strike, but the tidal wave of energy left him no choice.

He redirected his focus toward Fang Lu—but the arrow was too fast, too vast, as if it encompassed the entire world.

“You’re all too arrogant! Do you think I’m nothing?!”

Yun Conglong gathered his sword energy again—

CRACK!

A crisp snap echoed as Yun Conglong was sent flying, his body convulsing as if struck by lightning.

His arms bled, his immortal sword shattered.

“Impossible… This is a Great Emperor’s lifebound weapon!”

Yun Conglong roared in disbelief, sucking in a sharp breath from the pain.

His bones fractured in multiple places, his injuries worsening by the second.

With the demonic elders closing in, despair gripped his heart.

His gaze darted toward the four Great Emperors still trapped by the Thunder Prison Demons—why hadn’t reinforcements arrived yet?!

“You tried to harm our young master. Today, you die here.”

Fang Lu’s icy voice pierced Yun Conglong’s ears.

In the next moment, a tsunami of demonic energy surged toward him.

The five elders of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect attacked in unison.

The world’s demonic energy violently flooded into Yun Conglong’s body, an unstoppable, boundless force.

Even as a Great Emperor, he couldn’t resist.

Demonic phenomena blotted out the sky—wailing ghosts, mountains of corpses, a hellish landscape.

A sea of bl00d churned in the void, as though demons had crawled out of the underworld.

Every wisp of energy exuded endless malice!

“You… you…”

“Don’t… kill me…”

“I’ll surrender… Tang Yun and Xiao…”

Terror and despair filled Yun Conglong’s eyes as he coughed up bl00d.

He no longer had the courage to burn his soul for escape.

But the elders’ faces remained cold—their killing intent absolute.

A condensed arrow of demonic energy shot forth—

THUD!

It pierced straight through Yun Conglong’s forehead.

Bl00d sprayed.

The Great Emperor’s bl00d misted the air.

Yun Conglong never imagined that even after reaching the Great Emperor realm, he’d die at the hands of Great Sages.

“The Holy Lord…”

“He’s dead… The Holy Lord is dead…”

“It’s over… All is lost… The Cloud Sword Holy Land is finished…”

The disciples of the Cloud Sword Holy Land finally snapped out of their daze, their cries filled with despair.