I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 66

66: All Who Come Are Allies!

“Little Brother Yun… my dear Yun…”

“Damn you… Lu Yuan… Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect…”

“I… will never… coexist with you…”

Tang Xiaowu’s face flushed crimson with grief and fury, her eyes bloodshot.

Tears gushed forth uncontrollably, like a burst dam.

Her breathing grew ragged, each gasp punctuated by anguished wails.

“Senior Sister, you must take care of yourself…”

An outer sect disciple, witnessing her distress, hurried to console her.

His gaze inadvertently drifted to her heaving chest, and he instinctively licked his lips.

“Impossible! This news can’t be true!”

“You’re lying to me! You must be lying!”

In an instant, Tang Xiaowu’s tear-streaked face twisted with rage.

She seized the disciple by his collar, treating him like an enemy.

Her words hissed through clenched teeth, venom dripping from each syllable.

“I… Senior Sister… I swear it’s the truth!”

The outer sect disciple panicked.

Seeing her fury, he hastily produced three memory stones from his robe.

“These memory stones clearly record everything.”

“They show Tang Yun and Xiao Yun’er being taken by Lu Yuan from the Cloud Sword Holy Land.”

Pointing to one stone, he added, “This one… documents Tang Yun’s torture. The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect mass-produced it for sale.”

“They say… the recordings of Tang Yun’s punishment… sold extremely well… Senior Sister…”

His voice dwindled to a whisper.

Under Tang Xiaowu’s withering glare, he froze, not daring to utter another word.

“You… get out!”

With a roar, Tang Xiaowu flung the disciple away with all her might.

BOOM!

His body slammed into a tree.

A mouthful of bl00d sprayed forth.

A mere Foundation Establishment cultivator stood no chance against Tang Xiaowu’s wrath.

“Senior Sister!”

By the time the disciple staggered to his feet, Tang Xiaowu had collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

To Tang Xiaowu, Tang Yun was family.

Though they belonged to different holy lands, they maintained close correspondence.

News of the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s assault on the Cloud Sword Holy Land had spread like wildfire.

The demonic sect’s lightning strike left no time for the righteous alliance to intervene.

Yet even with five Great Emperors defending it, the Cloud Sword Holy Land fell.

This shocking outcome sent tremors through the cultivation world.

Every viewing of the memory stones left audiences wide-eyed in disbelief.

Copies circulated among all major factions.

The “Death by a Thousand Cuts” method set a new standard for cruelty—one now emulated by countless demonic sects.

—

“Did you hear? Tang Xiaowu cried herself unconscious. Today will be… eventful.”

“Who could’ve imagined the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s brutality? I can’t even bear to watch the recordings.”

“Heh, think she’ll beg the Holy Master to attack the demonic sect? Maybe avenge her brother?”

“Impossible! She’s just an inner disciple. Her brother lucked into becoming the Cloud Sword Holy Land’s Holy Son, then got its disciples killed!”

“Who knew the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect hid such power? Unthinkable!”

“These memory stones will go down in history, mark my words.”

—

Throughout the Tyrant’s Holy Land, disciples—inner and outer alike—buzzed with gossip.

They knew of Tang Xiaowu’s relation to Tang Yun.

Now they speculated openly, treating her plight as entertainment.

“Let’s be honest, Tang Yun brought this on himself.”

“Stealing someone’s Heavenly Demon Emperor Eye? Thinking he found a weakling, but bit off more than he could chew.”

“Quiet! Those inner disciples seem to be looking for Tang Xiaowu.”

Conversations ceased abruptly as a group swept past, expressions grim.

—

“If we don’t help Tang Xiaowu, this trauma will consume her.”

“Let’s assess the situation first. We’ll improvise if needed.”

“What options exist? If we abandon her now, who’ll help us later?”

These speakers, Tang Xiaowu’s closest allies—had rushed to her residence upon her summons.

“Friend Tang, we’ve come!”

“Whatever you need, just ask.”

Their eyes widened at the sight of her: pallid, tear-stained, and broken on her bed.

“You came…”

Tang Xiaowu forced a frail smile.

Then thoughts of her dead brother and her own searing loss reignited the icy hatred in her eyes.

“Lu Yuan must die!”

Her fists clenched until knuckles cracked.

She yearned to fly to the demonic sect and flay him alive.

“Junior Sister Tang Xiaowu, calm down. Revenge requires planning!”

“The Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect’s momentum is unstoppable now.”

“With their elders’ power, we’re no match in direct confrontation!”

The group voiced pragmatic concerns, wary of sparking an all-out war.

“Fear not. Your presence alone merits my deepest gratitude.”

Tang Xiaowu studied each face.

“I’ll never force anyone. Withdraw now if you wish.”

Her weak voice carried steel.

This was her test, to separate true allies from fair-weather friends.

“Junior Sister, such formality hurts!”

“Of course we’ll help if there’s a way!”

“You’ve aided us before. Now we return the favor.”

Choruses of support rang out.

“Good. Rest assured, I have a plan that won’t endanger you.”