I, the Son of the Demon Emperor, Had My Eyes Gouged Out by My Fiancée on Our Wedding Night - Chapter 8

8: Endless Torment

“Lu Yuan! You’re nothing but trash! If you spare me, I can still help you find Xiao Yun’er!”

“Otherwise, you’ll never get her back—let alone reclaim your Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes!”

A pale-faced disciple of the Xiao family glared at Lu Yuan, his voice filled with venomous defiance.

His words, however, turned the surrounding Xiao clansmen even paler.

If not for the restraints weighing them down, they would have lunged to cover his mouth.

Now of all times—was he trying to get them all killed?

“You—!”

The Grand Elder’s fury ignited, but before he could speak, Lu Yuan rose to his feet with a cold laugh.

The Grand Elder immediately fell silent, yielding the stage.

“Your Xiao family’s Xiao Tianyou possessed the Blazing Sun Pupils, yet never once unleashed their flames.”

“Do you know why?”

Lu Yuan’s gaze swept over the kneeling crowd, his tone merciless.

The Xiao clansmen shook their heads in confusion.

“What does that have to do with me?”

The defiant youth’s eyes burned with insolence.

“Because he was too stupid to deserve them.”

Lu Yuan’s lips curled into a smile—just as golden flames erupted from his pupils.

A dragon-like inferno surged forth, devouring the young man in an instant.

The air itself warped under the heat.

The Xiao family watched in horror as the flames consumed their kin, leaving not even ashes behind.

What kind of monstrous talent was this?

Xiao Tianyou, their so-called genius, had only ever used the Blazing Sun Pupils to accelerate his fire-attribute cultivation—never to conjure flames.

Those kneeling near the unlucky disciple trembled, drenched in cold sweat.

The restriction’s weight pinned them in place, leaving them helpless before the blaze.

“The Blazing Sun Pupils… are quite useful.”

Lu Yuan examined his hands, pleased.

Though inferior to his lost Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes, these flames had their merits.

Once ignited, they would burn until nothing remained—enemy or bystander alike.

“Now, who else wishes to object?”

His finger traced across the crowd, pausing at each terrified face.

One man fainted on the spot, yet the restriction kept him upright.

“Since none of you dare speak… kneel properly.”

Lu Yuan lounged in his chair, one leg crossed over the other, surveying his prisoners with icy amusement.

“Grand Elder.”

His smile vanished. “Was that recorded?”

“Yes, Young Master.”

The Grand Elder produced a black jade—a Shadowstone—its surface shimmering with captured imagery.

“Good. Spread it far and wide.”

“Let that wretched couple witness the consequences of defying the Ten Thousand Bones Demon Sect.”

His voice was calm, devoid of emotion—yet it chilled the Xiao family to the bone.

Even the summer breeze felt like winter’s bite.

If only Xiao Yun’er hadn’t betrayed them…

Their hatred for her festered.

What was so special about Tang Yun?

Was he worth their suffering?

“Young Master, shall we return to the sect?” the Grand Elder murmured. “Our subordinates can handle—”

“No.” Lu Yuan stood. “We stay. Let’s see who dares come to their aid.”

As he strode inside, the Demon Sect’s disciples roared in unison:

“We bid farewell to the Young Master!”

Their voices shook the earth.

The Xiao family could only watch, bitterness gnawing at their hearts.

Had things been different, they would have been the Demon Sect’s honored in-laws.

Instead, they knelt in the ashes of their own arrogance.

—

Inside the chamber,

Lu Yuan meditated, circulating his energy.

“The Blazing Sun Pupils aren’t fully awakened yet.”

His thoughts churned.

Innate divine abilities were rare gifts—some inherited bloodline powers, others unique physiques.

His stolen Heavenly Demon Emperor Eyes, Xiao Tianyou’s purloined pupils…

All were coveted treasures.

“I still have much to learn about this world.”