I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 47

47: You Didn’t Realize You Were Wrong

“Young Master, I present to you Yun Conglong’s corpse!”

“What a pity those four old dogs escaped too quickly. The Thunder Prison Demons couldn’t leave the formation—otherwise, we’d never have let them go!”

Fang Lu collected all the Great Emperor’s bl00d from the sky and handed Yun Conglong’s body over to Lu Yuan.

To demonic cultivators, a Great Emperor’s body was a treasure trove. Whether refined into puppets or broken down into materials, every part was invaluable. Even a single drop of Great Emperor’s bl00d contained supreme laws of power.

“Hmm, well done.”

Lu Yuan nodded and stored Yun Conglong’s corpse in his spatial ring.

His mood was excellent.

Without Yun Conglong’s protection, the Cloud Sword Holy Land was nothing more than fish on a chopping block.

At that moment—

A streak of light shot out from the Cloud Sword Holy Land, heading straight for Lu Yuan.

The spectators froze.

“What’s this? Are they trying to commit suicide?”

“More like they want to negotiate!”

“Negotiate? The Cloud Sword Holy Land has no right to negotiate now. If I were Lu Yuan, I wouldn’t give them the chance!”

“…”

The onlookers sneered.

They remembered how arrogant the Cloud Sword Holy Land had been, how they had dismissed the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect and looked down on Lu Yuan.

Now?

Yun Conglong was dead.

The Cloud Sword Holy Land was prey.

Negotiate?

Only fools would agree!

To the spectators, the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s might was undeniable. Even the Righteous Alliance couldn’t compare.

No other faction had elders powerful enough to slay a Great Emperor.

Though they hadn’t participated, many had profited—recording the entire battle with memory stones.

These recordings would become priceless historical relics.

……

“Oh? Even now, they dare approach?”

Third Elder Li Xueren frowned and struck out with a palm. A bl00d-red giant hand descended from the sky, crushing the streak of light and dragging it before Lu Yuan.

BOOM!

The Cloud Sword disciples trembled, despair and sorrow filling their hearts.

Some with pride chose to end their own lives.

The elders didn’t stop them—they could only exchange helpless glances, praying for mercy.

……

“Who are you? What do you want, coming here alone?”

Lu Yuan glanced up, his voice indifferent.

“I… I am Liu Rufeng, an elder of the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

“We are willing to hand over Xiao Yun’er and Tang Yun. Please, show mercy and spare us!”

“We admit our mistakes! I speak for all disciples and elders—we beg for your forgiveness!”

Liu Rufeng, clutched in Li Xueren’s bloody grip, coughed up bl00d, his bones cracking. But for survival, he pleaded desperately.

Xiao Yun’er and Tang Yun were already bound inside the sect.

All Lu Yuan had to do was nod, and they would be delivered.

Their only request?

Spare their lives.

“Hahaha! How poetic.”

Lu Yuan smiled faintly, his eyes glinting with amusement.

“You didn’t realize you were wrong—you’re just afraid!”

“I gave you chances. You refused them. Now? No more words.”

“Your deaths mean nothing to me. Kill them all.”

He waved his hand, his tone icy.

To him, killing Yun Conglong or slaughtering the entire Cloud Sword Holy Land—the result was the same.

“Please, listen—”

Before Liu Rufeng could finish, Li Xueren’s bloody hand clenched.

POP!

The elder exploded into mist.

The Cloud Sword disciples’ minds went blank.

Their faces, already pale, twisted in utter despair.

Only now did they realize how desperately they wanted to live.

“Four Legions—hear my command! Storm the Cloud Sword Holy Land! Leave none alive!”

“Except the beautiful female cultivators. Bring them back to the Demon Sect.”

“They’ll be your rewards!”

Lu Yuan’s voice thundered across the battlefield.

“KILL!”

The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s four legions and a million disciples roared in response.

The sound shook heaven and earth.

Killing intent saturated the air.

The battle began.

BOOM!

Warships and treasure vessels darkened the sky.

Demonic energy blotted out the sun.

“Charge!”

“Brothers, wipe out the Cloud Sword Holy Land!”

“They dared disrespect our Young Master! Annihilation is their due!”

The war cries were endless.

A black tide of demonic cultivators surged forward like an unstoppable flood.

Spells and divine abilities exploded within the Cloud Sword Holy Land, plunging the world into darkness.

A storm of bl00d and slaughter raged.

“No! Activate the mountain-protecting formation!”

Chaos reigned.

Though elders shouted orders, the formation—damaged in the previous battle—was beyond repair.

Disciples trembled, powerless to resist.

Those who had supported Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er now cursed them.

If not for these two, they wouldn’t be facing annihilation.

“Stay calm! Don’t panic!”

“With the formation, they can’t break through immediately!”

“All disciples—counterattack! Only then can we survive!”

The elders barked commands.

But as they spoke—

CRACK!

The mountain-protecting formation shattered like glass.

It couldn’t withstand the Demon Sect’s assault.

In the distance, an endless tide of demonic cultivators advanced.

Their momentum was overwhelming.

Their killing intent is suffocating.

Victory?

Impossible.

“Hahaha! This is your mountain-protecting formation? A joke!”

“Without Yun Conglong, who will protect you now?”

“You’re surrounded! Did you really think you could escape?”

The four legions laughed, their demonic energy surging.

The once sacred Cloud Sword Holy Land was now drowned in darkness.