Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Since they could overcome the first challenge, the second one would be no different.

Even though Supreme Emperor Verena displayed overwhelming power, neither of them showed the slightest hint of fear.

In fact, facing such a formidable opponent seemed to ignite Sylvia's competitive spirit even more.

The sharp glint in her eyes looked as if it could pierce right through Supreme Emperor Verena.

A cold, chilling aura began to emanate from her, and finally, the third toll of the Sacred Bell rang out.

This third toll was deep and resonant, like the oppressive weight of dark clouds gathering before a storm, pressing down from the sky.

The sheer force of this oppressive energy was so intense that it even affected the Netherworld itself.

The sky grew darker, and sudden gusts of wind began to howl.

The once calm surface of the River of Oblivion started to churn violently, as if startled.

Waves surged higher and higher, crashing against the shore like a wild beast, and even the Bridge of Souls trembled slightly under the force of the waves.

The terrifying pressure from this third toll of the Sacred Bell was enough to make even the most fearsome spirits tremble in awe.

"The third toll of the Sacred Bell…"

Across the entire continent of Elant, whenever the third toll of the Sacred Bell was heard, even Holy Emperor-level warriors had no choice but to admit defeat.

At this moment, even Supreme Emperor Verena's blood-red eyes showed a flicker of surprise.

Clearly, she hadn't expected that a practitioner at the Emperor level, someone she hadn't even considered a threat, could unleash such immense power.

But beyond that, there was something else that shocked her even more.

"Honey, leave the third strike to me."

As Timothy whispered softly into Sylvia's ear, the massive golden Sacred Form slowly raised its giant hand toward the sky.

"What do you mean?"

Sylvia was momentarily stunned, but as she watched the golden Sacred Form's movements, she quickly understood Timothy's intention.

"Interesting. Alright, let's give it a try."

A faint, cold smile appeared on her lips, and Sylvia's divine aura surged even higher.

The sheer force of her presence was so intense that the ground around her began to freeze under the biting cold.

The wooden sword Sacred Form behind her trembled and let out a resonant hum, while the black bamboo sword in her hand suddenly shone with a brilliant light.

In an instant, she swung her sword.

But instead of aiming the powerful sword energy at Supreme Emperor Verena, it transformed into the shape of a sword and flew toward the golden Sacred Form in the sky.

"By my command, wield the sword!"

As Timothy's voice rang out, the golden Sacred Form reached out its massive hand and caught the sword-shaped energy that Sylvia had unleashed.

The sword energy radiated a fierce, murderous aura, perfectly merging with the majestic power of the golden Sacred Form.

The sacred golden light and the emerald green sword energy from the wooden sword intertwined in the sky, creating a scene that felt like divine power descending upon the world—grand and holy!

With the sword in hand, the golden Sacred Form not only had the natural advantage of suppressing spirits but also combined Sylvia's awe-inspiring divine power and mastery of the sword.

The wooden sword's mysterious and lethal sword intent spiraled upward, merging with Timothy's own sword intent.

The already brilliant golden Sacred Form shone even brighter, radiating an even more dazzling and holy light.

In its eyes, there was now the unmistakable authority of a divine weapon descending upon the world.

As it raised its hand, it was as if mountains and rivers were collapsing.

The light it emitted was so intense, it felt like the very sky was shattering.

"Convergence Strike!"

Amidst these divine phenomena, the golden Sacred Form swung the sword.

This strike unleashed a power that far surpassed even Sylvia's own strength.

It was a force that transcended divine might!

This sword strike seemed powerful enough to shake the entire Netherworld, leaving even the most fearsome spirits in shock.

It tore through the sky and split the earth!

Boom!

An overwhelming pressure descended with the force of the strike, vast and unstoppable.

Even Supreme Emperor Verena, with her blood-tainted eyes, showed a flicker of astonishment and fear.

The seven strings of her instrument, forged from the purest essence of heaven and earth, crafted by master alchemists, and strengthened through countless rituals, were Heavenly-level artifacts.

These strings had once caused chaos and bloodshed across the continent of Elant, striking fear into even the most powerful sects.

But now, despite the blood-red energy empowering them, the seven strings trembled violently, as if struck by the thunder of the heavens.

Even a Heavenly-level artifact couldn't withstand the terrifying force of this strike.

Snap.

At last, the first crimson string snapped with a sharp sound.

A Heavenly-level artifact, broken without any dignity!

The remaining six strings struggled to hold on, but their trembling grew more and more intense.

The taut strings let out a mournful wail, as if they too were nearing their limit.

"How is this possible?!"

At that moment, the once arrogant and overconfident Supreme Emperor Verena, who believed no one could defeat her, was filled with shock.

She had never imagined that this combined strike would produce a result far greater than the sum of its parts, unleashing a power beyond comprehension.

But that wasn't all. The sacred golden light intertwined with the sword energy was so overwhelming that her very soul began to show signs of cracking. Explore more adventures at empire

This divine suppression, which targeted the very essence of spirits, was something even a Supreme Emperor's soul couldn't escape.

In horror, she realized that parts of her soul were already turning black and crumbling, like charred remains after a fire, on the verge of being completely obliterated.

"No… this can't be happening! No one can stop me! I have to disrupt the balance between the two realms… I have to find him!"

Her voice grew frantic, her blood-red eyes flickering with madness as she descended into a state of near hysteria.

Raising her hand toward the sky, she seemed to be making a desperate attempt to resist the overwhelming killing intent bearing down on her.

The remaining six strings trembled even more violently, as if she had summoned every last ounce of their power.

But even so, they couldn't stop the golden Sacred Form's sword from descending.

The emerald sword energy was impossibly sharp, as if it could tear through anything in its path.

The six trembling strings could no longer hold out. With a final snap, they all broke at once, carried away by the howling wind.

The violent sword intent surged forward, instantly engulfing Supreme Emperor Verena.

It was as if thousands of blades were cutting her down, her spiritual body disintegrating before their eyes.

But strangely, in that moment, the madness and rage that had consumed Supreme Emperor Verena suddenly vanished.

The blood-red madness in her eyes faded, replaced by a moment of clarity.

Through the radiant golden light and swirling sword energy, she saw it clearly.

Timothy and Sylvia now held a harp and a piccolo in their hands.

The sound of their duet was ethereal, lingering in the air like a haunting melody.

At that moment, the Supreme Emperor Verena, who had long been consumed by desire and madness, found herself smiling.

A faint, contented smile appeared on her lips, almost involuntarily.