I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 48

48: The Cloud Sword Holy Land’s Treasure Vault

“Those who surrender will die painlessly!”

“Those who resist will be torn limb from limb!”

The voices of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s four legions echoed through the Cloud Sword Holy Land. Though not loud, their chilling words carried clearly—filled with icy indifference and killing intent.

The disciples of Cloud Sword Holy Land trembled uncontrollably. Without their protective formation, without Yun Conglong, their cultivation was pitifully weak.

Once arrogant and domineering before others, they now realized their true insignificance—mere ants facing certain death.

“Sigh… At this point, we can only face our end.”

“Tell the disciples not to resist. The demonic blades strike swiftly.”

The remaining elders exchanged glances, their eyes filled with grief and indignation. They too wanted to live, to escape—but the four legions had already surrounded the entire sect.

Beyond them stood a million demonic disciples, with the five elders overseeing everything.

Resistance? Escape?

Wishful thinking.

“No! I refuse to accept death! My fate is my own, not heaven’s to decide!”

“Brothers, take up your weapons! Fight for a chance to flee!”

Though their voices shook with fear and despair, some still refused to yield, raising their weapons in futile defiance.

They clashed with the demonic legions—only to be reduced to bloody mist moments later.

A few chose to stand still, offering no resistance, hoping only for a quick death.

Yet most remained stubbornly loyal, willing to die for their sect.

“Pathetic trash. Not even worthy of being called ants, yet they dare resist?”

The demonic cultivators sneered, their thunderous gazes radiating terrifying killing intent.

The gap in strength was insurmountable. Cloud Sword’s resistance earned no respect—only more brutal retaliation.

“You demonic scum! If you want to destroy Cloud Sword Holy Land, you’ll have to step over my corpse first!”

One of Cloud Sword’s top talents, unable to endure the humiliation, roared and charged forward.

He had once been a candidate for Holy Son—before Tang Yun obtained the Heavenly Demon Emperor’s Eye.

Now, watching his sect fall, he could bear it no longer.

But before he could reach the enemy, countless blades of killing intent sliced him apart.

Bl00d and flesh rained down—another life extinguished.

“Before absolute power, your so-called courage means nothing.”

The leading demonic cultivator’s voice was merciless.

With Lu Yuan’s orders, they had no reservations.

Kill all—except Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er.

The sky turned crimson as slaughter engulfed the sect. Screams of defiance and pleas for mercy blended into a chorus of despair.

Even those who fought fell instantly.

……

“The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s might is terrifying. Their disciples must feel invincible.”

“They’ve truly come to massacre. This army was born for slaughter.”

“Lu Yuan’s ruthlessness is nothing like the rumors. He’s far more decisive.”

“This is just Cloud Sword Holy Land. Wait until he faces Xiao Yun’er—he’ll probably revert to his old self.”

“…”

The spectators buzzed with shock.

None had expected Lu Yuan to be so merciless—sparing no one.

This contradicted the rumors completely.

But then again—this was the true demeanor of a demonic sect’s young master.

Those who offended him would pay the price.

Yun Conglong, relying on his Great Emperor cultivation and the Demon Emperor’s seclusion, had underestimated Lu Yuan.

Who could have predicted the demonic elders’ terrifying strength?

With their ancient formations summoning Thunder Prison Demons and their flawless coordination, even a Great Emperor had fallen.

This was the true might of a top-tier sect.

……

“Let’s go. Since the slaughter has begun, we might as well see if Cloud Sword Holy Land has any treasures.”

Lu Yuan willed his imperial carriage forward, heading deep into the sect.

His target?

The treasure vault.

All of Cloud Sword’s accumulated resources lay within.

Looting it would more than compensate for this expedition.

The five elders followed closely, guarding Lu Yuan.

At their level, no one in Cloud Sword could threaten them.

But for Lu Yuan?

Many here still wished him dead.

As they advanced, the sounds of battle echoed from every palace and floating island.

Soon, under a captive elder’s guidance, they arrived at the vault’s entrance.

The building looked unremarkable—like an abandoned warehouse.

“Honored ones… This is Cloud Sword’s treasure vault. I’ve brought you here… Please spare me.”

The elder’s voice trembled.

Even under the scornful gazes of his fellow disciples, survival was all that mattered.

“Hmm. You’ve been obedient.”

Lu Yuan nodded approvingly—then coldly added, “But I already declared—no survivors.”

“If you were a woman with some beauty, perhaps I’d spare you. Now? Die.”

With a wave of his hand, Grand Elder Fang Lu struck.

The elder exploded into a bl00d mist.

“Now, let’s see what treasures lie within.”

Lu Yuan motioned for Fang Lu to open the vault.

Such places always had defensive arrays—some designed to destroy the contents if breached.

“As you command.”

Fang Lu’s body erupted with demonic light as countless runes flew toward the vault’s doors.

Instantly, formation patterns lit up, weaving a translucent barrier.

But the demonic runes infiltrated the arrays like poison.

The light dimmed.

CRACK!

With a heavy groan, the vault’s doors slowly swung open.