Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Outside the cave, thanks to some of Elder Blake's memories, Timothy knew the hidden spots in these mountains like the back of his hand.

He easily bypassed multiple barriers and found the deepest, most hidden cave.

The air faintly smelled of blood, and after breathing it in for a while, Timothy even felt his head swell a bit.

It seemed the situation around here was far from good.

Outside the cave, numerous monks dressed in gray robes patrolled, most of them exuding an extraordinary aura.

Aside from a few unimportant guards, most of these people actually possessed the cultivation of the Mystic Core!

Dozens of Mystic Core cultivators gathered in one place—it was a terrifying sight.

Only a powerhouse like the Phoenix Kingdom could afford to station so many top-tier cultivators in one spot.

"System, exchange three skill points for a Disguise Garb."

[Ding, congratulations on a successful exchange]

Moments later, Timothy was wearing a flashy Disguise Garb.

Then, its light twisted, gradually transforming into the same clothes as those worn by the monks guarding the area.

The quality of this Disguise Garb was so high that even Mystic Core cultivators couldn't spot any flaws.

Timothy walked out boldly, heading straight for the cave entrance.

But soon, a chubby monk armed with a long spear blocked his path.

"What are you here for?"

The chubby monk eyed Timothy warily.

"I was patrolling outside and noticed something off. Don't stop me, let me in quickly," Timothy said, his face convincingly painted with urgency.

The chubby monk was startled, his expression changing as he asked hurriedly, "What happened? There should be a lot of defensive magic arrays outside, how could anyone get close unless they're from inside?"

"Never mind that, the situation is urgent, I must report to Prince His Highness immediately." Timothy didn't answer him and hurried towards the cave.

The chubby monk withdrew his spear, about to step aside.

Suddenly, he snapped back to reality and quickly blocked Timothy's path: "First, the password."

"What password? There's no time for this nonsense right now!" Timothy, still acting, grabbed the monk's shoulder.

"No, the prince personally ordered it. Unless the password is given, not even the emperor is allowed in. If you try to force your way, I'll call for help!"

"You..." Timothy almost cursed but instead said, "Just tell me the password quickly, any delay and you'll be paying with your life."

The chubby monk nodded, "Alright, first question, who was the object of Goddess Sylvia's three merciful smiles?"

"Huh?" Timothy was stunned.

What kind of ridiculous question was that?

The object of Goddess Sylvia's three merciful smiles, who else could it be but herself?

"Wait."

Just as he was about to speak, Timothy suddenly remembered something important.

Holy Maiden Aeliana had once said that Nolan, that shameless dog, had been spreading rumors that Goddess Sylvia had smiled mercifully at him three times, secretly admiring him.

So, the answer to the question was actually this...

Damn, does this guy have no shame?

Carrying what, Enlightenment Body? More like a Narcissistic Body!

Seeing Timothy hesitate for a long time, the chubby monk sensed something was off: "Answer now, or I'm calling for help."

"Fine, I'll say it." Timothy, suppressing his anger, answered, "It's Prince Nolan."

"Correct."

The chubby monk nodded, finally relaxing.

Even a hint of longing seeped through his words: "Goddess Sylvia showed mercy with three smiles to the prince? Ah, what a beautiful and enviable love they must share."

"Envy my foot, have you even seen how brainless your prince is?"

"Alright, next question," the chubby monk suddenly continued.

"There's another question?"

"Of course, just to be safe. But since you passed the first one, there shouldn't be any problem."

The chubby monk nodded: "The second question is... who does the goddess truly favor?"

He grinned at Timothy, clearly implying, "Just say the prince's name, and I'll let you in."

"Who the hell does your prince think he is, delusional much?"

Expecting me to say my own wife favors someone else?

Not in a million years!

Daring to covet my wife and spreading rumors, setting up such passwords.

Today, I'm going to paint the Phoenix Kingdom red!

"I'm done pretending, here's the truth—I'm Timothy, and today I'm going to smash your prince's head in!" Suddenly, a murderous aura enveloped Timothy.

"What?" The chubby monk was taken aback.

But in the next moment, a massive fist came crashing down, smashing his chubby face deep inward.

"Boom!"

A loud noise echoed, dust scattering everywhere.

Timothy stepped forward: "I am Timothy! Today, this place will be stained with blood! Nobody's getting away!"

"Bang!"

The chubby monk's body slammed into the cave wall.

Dust rose, and the loud noise startled the wildlife in the forest.

"An intruder!"

Instantly, the many cultivators stationed there were terrified.

Many were powerful fighters on the Phoenix Kingdom's payroll, and many others were mercenaries hired for hefty sums.

None of those stationed here were weak.

Yet, someone had managed to infiltrate right under their noses!

All the cultivators knew the catastrophic consequences if the intruder managed to breach the prince's Dragon Blood Formation.

"Kill him! Stop him!"

"Just a Mystic Core junior, and he dares to rampage in front of us!"

Like a tidal wave, cultivators surged towards Timothy, their weapons gleaming, sparing no mercy.

"I told you, it's not just Nolan today. Everyone present, no one's escaping!" Timothy bellowed.

With a towering rage burning, an immense oppressive force radiated from him.

Amidst the dust, two red glows flickered.

In Timothy's eyes, a chilling determination and murderous intent swirled.

Despite being outnumbered and facing cultivators of the same Mystic Core level, for some reason, under this terrifying pressure, many cultivators felt suffocated.

Some even halted abruptly, their hands trembling uncontrollably.

However, while they stopped, Timothy had no intention of doing so.

His figure flickered like a specter, and with each step, the ground beneath him shattered, his movements exploding with unmatched speed.

"So fast! Is he really just a Mystic Core cultivator?" His fists, mixed with fierce flames, continued to smash down, screams echoing around.

The circle of monks was instantly torn open by a breach.

Centered around this breach, Timothy's speed intensified even more.

His punches landed hard and mercilessly!

The red glow in his eyes clearly showed Timothy's rage.

Dare to slander my wife, and even use such a bizarre code? Today, everyone who came in standing will leave lying down!

"We can't stop him, we just can't!"

The gap in the circle widened, and the monks, who thought they could use their numbers to their advantage, realized they were mistaken.

Facing the unstoppable Timothy, no amount of people made any difference.

Suddenly, everyone felt threatened. The circle that was meant to trap Timothy now trapped them, blocking their escape.

Screams followed one after another as bodies, burning fiercely, were flung through the air, charred and broken, a gruesome sight.

Was this really surrounding Timothy?

It was clear that Timothy was the one surrounding them!

Finally, someone's mental defenses completely collapsed, and they desperately tried to flee, regardless of the consequences.

However, Timothy's figure suddenly appeared in the sky.

In front of two monks, his eyes flickered red, his gaze icy cold: "Did I say you could leave?"

The two monks were terrified, trembling uncontrollably as they frantically tried to escape.

But they realized they were already locked in by the fierce fire behind them.

One punch, two punches.

The charred bodies fell from the sky.

The sun was high, but Timothy blocked it.

With his back to the sun, the monks could only stare in shock at the seemingly frail figure in the air.

Just one man, Timothy, at the Mystic Core realm!

Yet he was able to defeat so many with such ease, leaving them defenseless!

It was terrifying!

Such combat power was beyond their reach!

Even the circle, now torn apart, couldn't be mended by their combined efforts anymore.

Is this Timothy?

When rumors about Timothy first spread, some didn't believe them.

But they had no idea that those seemingly exaggerated rumors not only contained no fabrications but also didn't fully capture the true terror of Timothy!

At this moment, Timothy's figure obscured the sun, blocking the light.

Just that one figure seemed like a demon descending, powerful enough to shake the world!

A dark cloud hung over everyone's heart because of Timothy.

...

Inside the cave, feeling the disturbances outside, the little dragon, nearly unconscious from the blood pool's effect, stirred again.

The raging fire and aura outside made her react, her eyes seemingly lighting up.

She could clearly feel that the person who had entered alone was extremely powerful!

Perhaps he really could help her escape the blood pool's constraints!

Even though she was tightly bound by blood patterns and chains, the sea-blue little dragon struggled again, enduring her weakness.

"Give up, you're just a delusional ant. Waiting for him to save you is pure folly," Nolan said coldly, watching the struggling little dragon.

"Don't think just because I've just ascended to the position of Ocean Dragon King that I'm easy to bully! Once I awaken the blood power of my dragon lineage, killing you will be as easy as lifting my hand!" the little dragon retorted, not giving in.

She had been captured by these detestable humans only because she had been careless. If the person outside could break in and free her, this would never happen again!

Seeking revenge against these humans would be a piece of cake for her!

She struggled with all her might, stirring up waves in the otherwise calm sea of blood.

"Do you really think that ant can save you? It seems I need to teach you the meaning of giving up hope," Nolan said with a cold smile, watching the little dragon's efforts.

The next moment, a profound aura burst forth from him, emanating from his Enlightenment Body.

A faint blood mist spread through the center of the blood sea.

The moment it touched the little dragon, scars appeared on her body, and her mind was flooded with endless scenes of slaughter.

It was as if armies had massacred countless people.

Bodies littered the ground, and blood flowed like rivers.

Though the blood was just a superficial wound on the surface, the little dragon's eyes widened in disbelief as she stared at Nolan.

"This is... the power of slaughter, you actually possess an Enlightenment Body!"

In just an instant, her eyes seemed to lose their color.

The Enlightenment Body, understanding all paths and embodying them in one form, was one of the most terrifying sacred bodies even in ancient times among humans.

No matter how powerful the person outside was, if Nolan possessed an Enlightenment Body, he would be utterly unbeatable!

It seemed that today, truly no one could save her.

...

Flames filled the sky, and screams echoed from every direction.

Timothy stood like a god of war, surrounded by fierce flames, his aura shimmering with a golden light.

With every step he took, he seemed like a demon descending upon the earth, radiating an overwhelming presence.

The monks surrounding him were utterly defeated, tossed around like rag dolls, powerless to fight back.

Forget about trapping Timothy,even escaping from him had become a pipe dream.

But just when all seemed lost, suddenly, a figure was seen slowly emerging from the cave.

"It's the Prince!"

"The Prince? We're finally saved!"

In just an instant, the few monks who could still speak burst into an uproar.

If it's the Prince, then no matter how monstrous this guy is, he stands no chance!

The Prince's power, the Enlightenment Body, was profoundly mysterious.

His combat abilities were far beyond what they seemed on the surface.

That's why the Phoenix Kingdom was confident enough not to call in the heavy hitters from Ocean's Gate for protection.

Just Nolan alone was terrifyingly powerful!

"Wait, the aura on the Prince!"

Someone suddenly realized that Nolan's oppressive aura had intensified since yesterday.

"This is... Mid-stage Mystic Core!"