Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Old man, stop struggling." Just as Aurelian was desperately trying to break free from his shackles, a pale blue Quill Arrow suddenly shot towards him.

Silent but deadly!

Already bound by the Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique and severely wounded to his core, Aurelian had no chance to dodge.

The Quill Arrow pierced straight through his chest, exiting from his back.

Blood sprayed down, and Aurelian, drained of all his strength, collapsed to the ground.

"Eryndor! How is he here?"

As the figure who severely wounded Aurelian with the Quill Arrow stepped forward, everyone in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon was shocked.

Eryndor, one of the three great saints under Holy Emperor Featherwind, possessed the peak power of Ocean's Gate!

No one expected that not only the forces from Thunderflame Valley were attacking the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, but even people from Skyfeather Sanctuary had joined in!

Indeed, was this attack a grand scheme orchestrated by several Holy Emperors together?

It seemed that this time, the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon truly had no chance of salvation.

A sense of despair quickly spread,the new Dragon King was captured, and even the old Dragon King Aurelian was critically injured and unable to fight.

It was hard to imagine who could possibly save the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon now.

"You should feel honored to die for the plans of the three Holy Emperors," Eryndor said with a sneer, stepping towards the thunder prison holding Aurelian.

But just then, out of nowhere, a foot flew in, striking Eryndor squarely in his pristine face.

The kick was so powerful it sent Eryndor flying, bouncing off the ground several times before coming to a stop.

He finally halted, instantly furious.

"Who?!"

His eyes wide with rage, he looked towards the figure who had kicked him, his aura brimming with murderous intent.

"Your worst nightmare," Timothy said with a smile, shaking his foot as if the kick was particularly satisfying.

"Timothy, you're that little punk from Sky Sanctuary?

I'm going to kill you!" A bruised scar now marked Eryndor's face, his usual calm and composed demeanor replaced by sheer rage.

How many people had called him Saint Eryndor, bowing down to him?

Apart from Holy Emperor Featherwind, who else had dared to offend him like this?

"Boom!"

A tremendous oppressive force suddenly spread all around, heavy like a massive weight, making it hard for anyone to breathe.

In it, a crazy murderous intent swirled.

For a moment, every dragon and guard in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon felt a deep fear.

This was the murderous intent of a powerhouse from Ocean's Gate!

A being from Ocean's Gate could shake mountains and rivers, reigning supreme between heaven and earth.

Such a terrifying level of power, even within the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, was second only to the old Dragon King and above all other sea creatures.

Eryndor's fury was clearly not something a mere Mystic Core disciple could withstand!

"Hey, human, if you don't want to die, better run."

"Do you even know who you're dealing with? That's Eryndor!"

Some dragons shouted in panic, but Timothy didn't step back an inch.

"Daring to ambush a saint, you're asking for death!"

Several cultivators from Thunderflame Valley, eager to show their loyalty to Eryndor, charged at Timothy in anger.

Each of these men was formidable in his own right.

Facing the relentless attacks of eight cultivators, Timothy remained calm and composed, seemingly not taking them seriously.

"How dare you be so arrogant, I'll show you what death tastes like!"

The eight cultivators attacked simultaneously, their weapons gleaming and their intent deadly.

Timothy responded in kind, but with much more ease and composure.

The three meridians of the Ancient Saintly Body were fully activated, and a bizarre aura burst forth from around Timothy's body.

Colorless and invisible, yet chilling to the bone.

The eight cultivators, brimming with murderous intent, suddenly froze, suspended in mid-air, unable to move an inch.

They looked around in terror at the grey mist enveloping them, their eyes filled with disbelief.

What was this terrifying aura that could immobilize everyone at once?

They tried to break free and flee, but even escaping seemed like a luxury now.

"Thunderflame Valley, is that all you've got?" Timothy sneered coldly, and the next moment, a torrent of lightning burst forth from him.

Among it, the most chilling was a tiny purple lightning bolt.

"This is the Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique!

How is that possible?"

All the disciples from Thunderflame Valley were stunned.

The Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique was a secret art passed down by Holy Emperor Thunderflame, and within the entire Thunderflame Valley, only Holy Emperor Thunderflame and his top disciple, Lucian, were qualified to learn it.

And since Lucian had been crippled, his meridians destroyed, turning him into a mere shell of his former self, who else but Holy Emperor Thunderflame could wield such a fearsome legacy?

"Who are you? How do you possess our Thunderflame Valley's secret technique?"

The cries of astonishment continued as the cultivators from Thunderflame Valley stared in disbelief.

"Who am I? I'm Holy Emperor Thunderflame's daddy! The grandpa he has to bow down to!

Holy Emperor Thunderflame, you cur, how do you feel seeing your disciple struck down by your own thunder magic?" Timothy's gaze suddenly sharpened like a sword.

With a wave of his hand, the lightning in his grasp transformed into thousands of thunderbolts, thundering loudly in every corner of the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon.

"As a legacy continuously perfected by Holy Emperor Thunderflame throughout his life, the terror of the Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique is enough to make anyone cower."

When thousands of thunderbolts struck down simultaneously, the Thunderflame Valley, which had seemed so formidable and ready to obliterate the entire Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, was thrown into chaos.

Each person faced a profound secret technique that even they, as disciples of the sect, were not qualified to learn.

"Boom!"

Amidst the deafening thunder, lightning filled the sky over the entire Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon.

In an instant, most of the Thunderflame Valley cultivators were severely injured and fell to the ground.

"Is this the work of one man?"

The few Thunderflame Valley cultivators who could withstand the strike, along with everyone in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, were utterly shocked.

It was terrifying.

A dreadful thought quickly spread among them.

What was truly terrifying: the Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique, a legacy of Holy Emperor Thunderflame, or... Timothy himself!

"Child's play. You think just because you can handle these foot soldiers, you can stand against me?" Eryndor was furious, stepping forward as the oppressive might and vast spiritual energy of Ocean's Gate burst forth.

Transforming into thousands of Quill Arrows, they shot directly towards Timothy.

"An Ocean's Gate powerhouse, I indeed can't beat you," Timothy said casually, spreading his hands with a slight smile on his lips.

"But surely, no one wants to see their husband march to his death."

"What did you say?"

Eryndor paused abruptly, but the next moment, an immense chill made him shiver uncontrollably.