Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Inside the tavern, a sudden hush fell over the crowd, and even Elder Blake's face showed a hint of embarrassment.

But soon, he waved it off nonchalantly, "How could that be? Sure, I'd love to take Timothy down myself, but Phoenix Kingdom is like a dragon's den for him. There's no way he'd dare come here. Besides, you're a good-looking guy, how could you be that monster in the painting?"

"Right, there's a limit to joking around. If you were Timothy, wouldn't I be close to getting a promotion and making a fortune?"

"Ha, I actually wish you were Timothy."

The others didn't take the mention of Timothy seriously either, even bursting into laughter.

"Since you all seem so keen on it, I might as well come clean. Actually, I am Timothy." Timothy sighed, his casual remark sending a chill through the air of the entire loft.

"How can that be, you..." Elder Blake stared at Timothy, eyes wide with disbelief.

"Who do you think you are, talking directly to Elder Blake?" A bearded monk who had been eyeing Timothy with disdain suddenly lunged forward, grabbing him by the collar.

Looking down from his height, he seemed quite imposing.

This was the perfect moment to suck up to Elder Blake, and the bearded monk wasn't about to let it slip!

"Me? I'm the very person you've all been hoping to see. No need to look further, your Timothy is right here." Suddenly, Timothy radiated an intense heat.

On his arms, three golden lines flowed like magma, spreading slowly.

Not only was it scorching, but it also emitted a divine and mighty aura.

The heat wave swept through the entire loft, and everyone, including Elder Blake, stared in disbelief.

"This heat, and these strange arms!"

The bearded monk's pupils shrank, and he quickly glanced at the portrait that had been pierced by a sword.

Though Timothy's face was nothing like the fierce one in the painting, the golden patterns on his arms matched perfectly!

The rumors of Timothy overpowering everyone in the legendary Holy Emperor's secret realm, enduring the Ninefold Thunder Tribulation, and single-handedly dominating at the grand floral event, his fame nearly rivaling that of a prince, all matched the scene before them.

"He is Timothy!"

A powerful aura swept around, and the previously arrogant bearded monk now felt a chill throughout his body, his grip on Timothy's collar going limp.

His body frozen, the monk was terrified, unable to move at all.

The next moment, Timothy casually grabbed him by the collar and flung him into the air.

Accompanied by a roaring flame, the bearded monk turned into a fireball and was thrown into the sky.

"Boom!"

With a loud explosion, a huge sect marked by the Blossom Sect flag in the distance was quickly engulfed in flames.

A towering cloud of smoke rose, lighting up half the sky.

For a moment, the entire Blossom City was engulfed in an oppressive heat wave.

Screams erupted in the streets, and the citizens no longer dared to hurl insults.

They scattered in all directions, their eyes filled with fear when they looked at Timothy.

"You really are Timothy!" In an instant, fear spread among all the monks in the loft.

Although they had been chanting slogans, they had never imagined that in the vast Phoenix Kingdom, they would actually run into Timothy.

What was more important was the strength Timothy had displayed in that instant—it was overwhelmingly powerful!

Even though there had been rumors, they had never expected Timothy to be this strong.

"Let's fight him, that's ten thousand Mana Crystals! With that, we could enjoy endless riches and honor!"

"No... no doubt, I'm fighting you!"

"Kill Timothy!"

Someone, with a trembling voice, barely managed to rally those around him. Despite the pervasive fear, some monks still stood up.

"Attack! I don't believe so many of us can't beat just one man!"

"He's just one person, don't be afraid!"

With treasures shining and teeth gritted, dozens of monks charged at Timothy.

Suppressing the fear in their hearts, they exerted all their strength, unleashing their full power.

They weren't confident they could defeat Timothy, but now they had strength in numbers!

A barrage of magical treasures swept in, completely enveloping Timothy.

They couldn't believe that anyone could withstand such an onslaught alone!

"Kill him!"

The light flared up, seemingly about to completely drown Timothy.

Yet Timothy simply extended his palm calmly.

The next moment, the jade seal resting in his palm suddenly burst into brilliant golden light, accompanied by the sound of thunder.

"Sacred Tri-Emperor Crest and the Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique!"

Images of the three legendary Holy Emperors suddenly appeared in the sky, majestic, with faint purple lightning intertwining around them.

The oppressive aura emanating from these images was suffocating.

"How is this possible? What is this?"

"He's just a Mystic Core cultivator, right? How can he wield such terrifying power!"

Fear completely engulfed everyone.

The streets, previously bustling with people, were now deserted, with not a soul in sight.

A huge shadow loomed over, and the many monks of Phoenix Kingdom in the loft had nowhere to hide, overwhelmed by fear.

They tried their best to resist, but soon realized how futile and laughable their resistance was.

The terrifying thunder seemed to carry a force capable of annihilating everything. Any spells or magical treasures that came into contact with it were instantly obliterated.

With one palm strike, a thunderous boom echoed, and the massive loft collapsed.

Centered around the giant handprint, buildings collapsed and dust billowed.

The monks below, desperately resisting, were all knocked down, either dead or injured, their cries of pain continuous and unending, unable to rise again.

In the ruins, only Elder Blake managed to barely stand his ground.

But now, covered in wounds, he stared at Timothy with eyes wide with terror.

This was terrifying!

He had never taken Timothy seriously before.

After all, how powerful could a junior be who had just stepped into the Mystic Core? He shouldn't have been this strong.

But everything before him clearly told him that the power Timothy was displaying was far beyond that of a mere Mystic Core!

Such terrifying power was not something a Mystic Core should possess!

"What do you want?" Elder Blake staggered backward, tripping over the rubble around him.

Falling to the ground, he didn't dare to resist any further, only able to look up at Timothy in horror.

"What have I done? You dare to have designs on my wife, I'm capable of anything." Timothy clenched his fist and stepped closer.