Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Almost everyone froze in shock at that moment.

Especially Holy Emperor Mountainshade. He stared at the blue-green flames drifting down from the sky, and the look in his eyes grew increasingly crazed.

The body of Holy Emperor Apocalypse, who had reached the early stages of the Ascension Phase, was just... gone?

For over a century, they had been preparing for this—planning to destroy Sky Sanctuary and avenge Goddess Sylvia. The three Holy Emperors had spent countless years on this.

They used the Dragon Blood Formation as the catalyst, with the corpses of Holy Emperor Featherwind and Holy Emperor Apocalypse as the medium.

Two Holy Emperors had died, and they had painstakingly deciphered the strange Dragon Blood Formation. Only then had they managed to summon a powerful being at the early stages of the Ascension Phase.

And now, it had all been reduced to ashes!

That was an Ascension Phase expert—someone powerful enough to bend the very laws of the universe!

"What kind of trick did you pull?! Timothy, I swear I'll kill you!"

At this point, even the usually composed Holy Emperor Mountainshade was consumed by rage.

They had been so close to completely wiping out Sky Sanctuary, and now, everything had flipped upside down in an instant.

A surge of blood-red energy erupted.

Within the twisted space, a massive formation appeared.

The endless blood-red energy was absorbed into Holy Emperor Mountainshade's body, and immediately, an eerie and unfathomable aura radiated from him.

With the Dragon Blood Formation empowering him, Holy Emperor Mountainshade swung his sword toward Timothy.

Boom.

But before the sword energy could reach him, Timothy raised his hand, and the terrifying blue-green flames engulfed the sword energy, swallowing it whole.

"You're nothing but a child!"

Holy Emperor Mountainshade roared again, and the Atlas of Boundless Mountains in his hand transformed into a towering mountain, crashing down toward Timothy.

"I think I can use the Goddess's blood one more time. That should be enough."

Timothy smiled faintly, looking up at the massive mountain descending from the sky. He showed no fear, only calm confidence.

Suddenly, countless flames gathered in his hand, under his control.

The blue-green fire didn't seem particularly bright, but it carried an overwhelming, terrifying power within it.

Boom!

Anything that came into contact with it was instantly reduced to dust.

Even the towering mountain was no exception.

The flames, as if the world itself had become a furnace, scattered in all directions, and the massive mountain shattered into pieces.

The sky was filled with fire, surging toward Holy Emperor Mountainshade like a tidal wave.

"Goddess Sylvia!

Everyone in Sky Sanctuary!

Timothy!

None of you will die a peaceful death!"

Holy Emperor Mountainshade's eyes were bloodshot as he let out a hysterical scream.

But no matter how loud his roar was, it couldn't stop the onslaught of flames.

The endless blue-green fire rained down, as if the very air had turned into a scorching furnace. Holy Emperor Mountainshade's entire body was engulfed and scorched by the flames.

He looked down at himself, only to find that every inch of his body was burning.

The blue-green flames alternated between icy cold and searing heat, but they relentlessly devoured his flesh.

All that remained was endless agony.

"Tim... Timothy!"

Even the last word Holy Emperor Mountainshade tried to utter came out garbled. His crazed gaze was slowly consumed by the flames, and his body began to disintegrate.

He was fully aware that, as a Holy Emperor, he was about to be completely incinerated by the fire.

"I hate this!"

Despite his desperate struggle, Holy Emperor Mountainshade had no way to resist any longer. The flames devoured him entirely, dissolving him into nothingness.

In the endless agony, his body was reduced to ashes, bit by bit.

His soul was obliterated—gone without a trace!

A Holy Emperor had perished!

"Holy Emperor Mountainshade... is dead!"

Everyone watching the scene in the sky was in disbelief. No one could quite accept what they had just witnessed.

After all, that was a Holy Emperor!

"Timothy is strong, sure, but isn't he only at the Ocean's Gate level?"

"Holy crap, has Timothy been hiding his true strength this whole time?"

The disciples of Sky Sanctuary were all dumbfounded.

At that moment, Timothy had already turned around, his gaze falling on the remaining forces of Holy Emperor Featherwind, Holy Emperor Mountainshade, and Holy Emperor Thunderflame.

Cracking his knuckles, Timothy smiled, but there was something subtly unsettling about it.

"You dared to lay a hand on Goddess Sylvia? I'm not going to go easy on you today."

"What are you going to do?!"

Despite being the army of three Holy Emperors, the practitioners facing Timothy felt an unprecedented sense of dread.

"What am I going to do? I'm going to smash your heads in!" Timothy suddenly leaped into the air.

With a single strike from his golden Sacred Form, countless enemies were sent flying like ragdolls.

With a casual swing of the Phoenix Blade, a blazing sea of fire erupted.

Everyone could see it clearly—Timothy had a smile on his face.

But that smile sent chills down their spines, and his attacks were only getting more brutal.

"You think you can mess with the Goddess? You think you little nobodies can come to Sky Sanctuary and lay a hand on my wife?"

As Timothy charged into the crowd, screams of pain echoed all around.

He was like a wolf among sheep, completely unstoppable.

"Timothy, don't think we're pushovers!"

Two Ocean's Gate experts, under the command of Holy Emperor Featherwind and Holy Emperor Mountainshade, flew out, enraged, and charged at Timothy.

"Kid, die!"

Boom!

But as their blades slashed down, the two supposedly invincible Ocean's Gate experts realized that a faint, almost invisible aura surrounded Timothy. Their blades couldn't even break through his defenses.

With a flick of his arm, Timothy dispelled the icy energy around him, and his fists began to glow. He struck out with both fists.

Boom! Boom!

In an instant, the two Holy Emperors were sent flying, crashing heavily to the ground.

Timothy took a step forward, and the overwhelming pressure he exuded was like a mountain pressing down on them.

In a flash, their chests caved in as if struck by lightning. Blood poured from their mouths, and they were on the verge of death.

"He took down two Holy Emperors in an instant!"

"No wonder Timothy is so strong. He's on another level!"

The disciples of Sky Sanctuary were suddenly filled with pride and excitement.

At the same time, Timothy's body emitted a surge of lightning, which flowed into the disciples around him.

As the lightning crackled, Timothy spoke coldly, "Block their escape. Make them pay for what they've done today."

"Yes!"

The disciples of Sky Sanctuary, now empowered by the lightning, felt their strength surge to new heights.

In contrast, the remaining practitioners, who had just witnessed their Holy Emperors fall, were already showing signs of defeat. All they could think about was escaping.

But their path was completely blocked. Led by Timothy, the slaughter began.

Thunder roared, flames blazed, and the situation quickly spiraled out of control.

Some surrendered, others were cut down. The practitioners who had attacked Sky Sanctuary were utterly crushed.

And amidst the chaos, Timothy's name grew even more legendary.

"Timothy is a beast!"

"Timothy is unstoppable!"

As the disciples cheered, Timothy paid them no mind. Instead, he flew over to Sylvia's side.

Having just fought two Holy Emperors and faced off against Holy Emperor Apocalypse, Sylvia suddenly felt a wave of exhaustion wash over her. She swayed, nearly collapsing.

But Timothy appeared beside her in an instant, gently catching her.

"Take me back to the palace," Sylvia said with a soft smile.

"Take you back?" Timothy blinked in surprise. "But aren't there still a lot of disciples watching?"

"So what? I already kissed you in front of everyone earlier. What's the big deal about carrying me?"

Sylvia smiled again, leaning softly against Timothy's shoulder, her eyes slowly closing...