Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Boom.

After a dull thud, Borval's hand froze in midair, unable to move forward even an inch.

His eyes, wide like bronze bells, were filled with shock.

The once-confident Borval, who had been so sure he could crush Timothy with ease, now found his hand trembling uncontrollably. His entire arm throbbed with intense pain.

No matter how hard he tried, Borval was stunned to realize that his hand couldn't move forward at all.

It was as if an insurmountable mountain stood before him, and his once-vaunted strength seemed utterly insignificant in comparison.

The trembling in his arm grew worse, and the pain became unbearable. Fear and panic began to creep into Borval's eyes.

He realized, with growing horror, that his power wasn't even on the same level as Timothy's!

This man's true strength was far more terrifying than he had ever imagined!

"How is this possible? What kind of power does Timothy have? Isn't Borval supposed to be a Holy Emperor-level fighter from the Western Mountains? How could this happen?"

"I heard Timothy's already reached the level of Ocean's Gate. He went from a novice to a Holy Emperor in just a year. That's insane." Enjoy more content from empire

"Ocean's Gate? No way. Sure, his progress is ridiculously fast, but even with Ocean's Gate-level power, he shouldn't be able to crush someone of the same rank like this. And Borval's from the Western Mountains—his strange techniques and strength are way beyond what a typical Holy Emperor can handle!"

"Then what the hell is going on...?"

Even the onlookers, practitioners themselves, were completely dumbfounded.

The scene unfolding before them was beyond anything they could comprehend. Some even started to doubt whether Borval's reputation was truly deserved.

Just then, another loud boom echoed through the air.

Borval's massive body was suddenly struck by a force like a bolt of lightning, sending him flying backward.

All eyes turned toward the source of the commotion, only to see Timothy standing there, looking as if he had just casually kicked a ball. With what seemed like a light, effortless kick, he had sent Borval's hulking form flying.

Borval's body crashed into the ground, creating cracks that spread out like a spiderweb.

Amidst his agonized groans, this so-called undefeated warrior from the Western Mountains—who had fought in a thousand battles without a single loss—lay crumpled on the ground, utterly defeated.

No one could tell how many bones he had broken, but the pain was so intense that even his massive frame couldn't withstand it.

"What terrifying power... this guy's strength is unreal!"

Borval's pained cries snapped many of the onlookers out of their daze.

The scene before them was proof enough of just how terrifying Timothy's power truly was.

"Damn it! So Timothy's strength has already reached this level?"

"I don't care how strong he is, there's no way he's worthy of the goddess!"

"Get him! The goddess hasn't said anything, so maybe she's giving us the green light. If we take him down, she'll see that this guy isn't even close to being worthy of her!"

Borval lay on the ground, utterly defeated, but his downfall only fueled the fighting spirit of the other Holy Emperor-level warriors present.

On the continent of Elant, practitioners who had reached the level of Ocean's Gate were rare. Each one could claim the title of Holy Emperor and dominate their own region.

But now, several Holy Emperors simultaneously stepped forward from the crowd.

They came from different sects, different factions, and some were even from the Demonic Sect.

Yet at this moment, they all shared a common goal: to defeat Timothy.

No matter what, they couldn't allow Timothy to continue his arrogant display!

"Hmph, so you beat Borval. I refuse to believe you can take all of us on so easily."

"To be worthy of the goddess, you'll need more than just the strength you've shown so far. Let's see how long you can last against all of us!"

The Holy Emperors hovered in the air, their gazes fixed on Timothy, burning with fury.

But they quickly noticed something strange—whether it was against Borval or now facing them, Timothy's expression hadn't changed in the slightest. There wasn't even a hint of fear in his eyes.

In fact, as he faced this group of Holy Emperor-level warriors, Timothy didn't look scared at all. If anything, there was a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

"Damn it! Let's see how long you can keep acting tough. Let's all attack together and see how much more he can take!"

The practitioners, having never been treated with such disdain, were now completely consumed by rage.

"Flame Burst!"

"Poseidon's Sacred Form!"

At that moment, the Holy Emperor-level warriors unleashed their full power. Beams of light from their magical artifacts lit up the sky.

Some cast powerful Arcane Arts, others summoned their life-bound treasures, and some called forth their overwhelming Sacred Forms to crush Timothy.

Even though they were facing just one man, these once-proud Holy Emperors attacked in unison. A torrent of immense spiritual energy descended upon Timothy, enveloping him completely.

With so many Holy Emperors joining forces, it wasn't just a challenge for someone at the Ocean's Gate level—this would be difficult even for a seasoned Holy Emperor to handle.

And Timothy was standing there alone.

Seeing this, many of the onlookers breathed a sigh of relief, convinced that victory was now certain.

Some even began to hold back, thinking there was no way Timothy could survive such an onslaught. After all, a mistake here could easily lead to his death.

But just as they started to relax, confident that they had already won, something unexpected happened.

Within the massive surge of spiritual energy, a force began to tear through the combined attack.

The overwhelming assault from the Holy Emperors had been like a giant net, covering the sky and trapping Timothy. But now, a small, almost imperceptible tear appeared in that net.

At first, the tear was tiny. Then it grew larger. And larger still.

As the tear widened, it became clear that the net could no longer hold.

Suddenly, an immense wave of spiritual energy exploded outward, shaking the entire battlefield.

The top warriors from the various sects were caught in the blast, their bodies flung through the air by the fierce winds.

Boom!

The encirclement shattered!

And in the stunned, fearful eyes of the sect leaders, Timothy stood tall, radiating an aura of overwhelming majesty that made them feel an instinctive urge to bow.

"That's... the power of a Holy Emperor! Timothy... he's already reached the level of a Holy Emperor!"

A voice, filled with terror, suddenly broke the silence.