Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

All eyes were drawn to the distant sky.

Amidst the faint strains of celestial music, a figure slowly drifted in.

Her pale blue dress fluttered elegantly in the wind—beautiful yet simple and efficient, without any hint of excess.

The woman, who approached riding the wind, wore no makeup, yet her features were exquisitely delicate, as if carved from ivory.

More importantly, she exuded a brisk, commanding aura.

Clearly not a man, yet she seemed to radiate a sharp, untouchable majesty.

"Who is this goddess?" someone gasped.

Suddenly, Morvran's eyes widened in shock, hardly believing what he saw.

Descending from the sky was none other than Zephyra, one of the twelve Celestial Envoys under Goddess Sylvia!

Zephyra, the Celestial Envoy from the Star Palace, was already a legend.

A powerhouse from Ocean's Gate, her Celestial Blade had swept through the Demonic Sects of the world.

Her sword always drew blood, yet no one had ever seen its blade.

Because anyone who forced Zephyra to draw her sword never lived to tell the tale.

Why would she come to the Doomed Soul Sect?

Morvran was terrified.

The situation had completely surpassed his understanding, and at this moment, he dared not utter another word.

Because the situation was utterly out of control.

Zephyra's power was terrifying beyond imagination,if she truly became enraged, even the combined might of the Doomed Soul Sect would stand no chance against her.

But Drevok, already lost in a rage, seemed oblivious to Zephyra's arrival.

Dark mist enveloped his entire body.

In an instant, Drevok's form swelled massively, his rock-hard body even tearing through his outer garments.

Two spiral horns protruded from his head, his appearance now similar to the monster Exar had transformed into earlier.

But what set him apart was the overwhelming, terrifying pressure emanating from him.

Already possessing the strength of a Mystic Core, his power had now multiplied several times over with this monstrous transformation!

A strange, shrieking sound filled the air as Drevok, shrouded in black mist, charged towards Timothy.

His formidable presence was unstoppable!

This was why Morvran feared him.

With the physical strength Drevok possessed in his transformed state, no one could withstand his blow.

The foul black mist spread rapidly, his monstrous form bursting with unmatched speed, closing the distance to the ground.

"Hmph, stubborn fool," Zephyra said coldly, her hand lightly resting on the hilt of her sword.

She drew her sword, then sheathed it.

It happened in the blink of an eye,no one even saw the blade, only catching a glimpse of a cold flash across the sky.

The next moment, Drevok's massive, muscular form abruptly stopped.

A huge gash ran from his right shoulder down to his abdomen, blood gushing out.

He seemed to want to resist, but after spewing more blood, Drevok's body visibly shrank.

His flesh withered, utterly defeated.

Without any strength left to struggle, Drevok's dried, wrinkled body fell from the sky, crashing to the ground.

In the pool of blood, there was no more movement.

With that single stroke, not only had she cut through his body, but she had also extinguished his soul!

One strike, one kill!

The Doomed Soul Sect fell silent.

Even those who hadn't heard of the Bloodthirst Sovereign could sense from Drevok's monstrous transformation the terrifying pressure of his strength.

And yet, facing such a beast, Zephyra had dispatched him with a single, seemingly effortless stroke—their eyes couldn't even catch her drawing her sword.

Just how powerful was this Celestial Envoy Zephyra?

Even more terrifying was the fact that Zephyra was only one of the twelve Celestial Envoys.

And the Goddess Sylvia they served—how fearsome must she be!

Before, these disciples hadn't realized the gravity of their situation.

But now, having witnessed the power of the Celestial Envoy firsthand, they felt a chill down their spines, regretting their past actions.

They couldn't fathom how Timothy, who had personally delivered a challenge to Goddess Sylvia, had managed to return unscathed.

To Zephyra, slaying Drevok seemed like a trivial matter.

She drifted down beside Timothy, her eyes still cold and proud, her voice icy and defiant: "I am here by the command of Goddess Sylvia to take you with me. Come."

Timothy was taken aback, not expecting things to escalate so suddenly.

Hadn't he and Sylvia agreed to meet another day? Why the rush to take him to the Sky Sanctuary today?

Moreover, given his identity as a disciple of the Demonic Sect, he figured his presence there might stir some controversy.

But soon, he realized the reason.

When Yvenna had shown a shy demeanor earlier, the bonding stone had connected them.

So... the supreme goddess was jealous!

A jealous wife is a serious matter. It seemed he really had no choice but to go.

"Let's not delay then,I'll come now," Timothy said immediately.

Zephyra nodded in approval, seemingly satisfied with Timothy's decisive response.

She turned, her gaze icy as she swept over the members of the Doomed Soul Sect, "Though Timothy hails from the Demonic Sect, his true nature remains untainted."

"Goddess Sylvia has a discerning eye and appreciates his abilities and potential, thus she has summoned Timothy to the Sky Sanctuary."

"From now on, Timothy shall have the honor of serving under the goddess."

"If the Doomed Soul Sect wishes to submit and sincerely seeks reform,"

"Should you pass the scrutiny, there might also be a chance to be taken under the control of the Star Palace."

Her words carried a tone of condescension.

Implicitly, even if the Doomed Soul Sect submitted, they weren't worthy of being directly under Goddess Sylvia's command,they could only serve as underlings, enjoying the protection of the Star Palace.

And it seemed as if this was a great favor to them.

This made many disciples feel indignant.

Their leader had often said that the Doomed Soul Sect had a long history and had once been a great Demonic Sect.

It was the only one among the major Demonic Sects that had dared to challenge Goddess Sylvia.

A leader so proud and disdainful of all righteous cultivators, a supreme demon lord, how could he possibly submit?

Even if Goddess Sylvia was incredibly powerful, a great man like their leader would rather die standing than live kneeling!

Knowing full well the risks of refusal,

All expectant eyes turned to Morvran.

But amidst these gazes, Morvran suddenly lost his usual proud demeanor.

With a sycophantic grin, he chuckled, "Please, Celestial Envoy, do accept our submission."

"And..."

With a beaming smile, Morvran clapped Timothy on the back, "Timothy, you've earned great merit. The position of deputy sect leader will be yours."

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