Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 76: Nolan's Dragon Blood Formation

"Ha ha ha, who would've thought you guys had such great taste and aesthetic sense? Impressive, really impressive!"

Timothy also burst into laughter. Mid-laugh, he turned to the guard on his right. "By the way, may I ask your name, sir?"

"I'm Liam."

"Liam, got it. I'll remember you, buddy." Timothy clapped Liam on the shoulder, giving him a meaningful look before finally entering the city gates.

Liam was taken aback.

For some reason, he kept thinking about Timothy's peculiar glance.

He suddenly felt like he was being targeted, and maybe even mocked?

Blossom City was buzzing with activity.

The streets were crowded with people, many of whom were eagerly discussing something.

"Did you hear? The Blossom Sect is organizing a crusade meeting soon, and they're planning to take down that notorious Timothy!"

"Timothy? The guy who knows about the goddess and the prince's relationship but still thinks he's favored by the goddess? Shameless, isn't he?"

"I've seen his portrait. They say he's got three heads and six arms, covered in warts, just hideous."

"That ugly scoundrel deserves to be taken down, trying to compete with the prince for the goddess. He's really asking for it!

As the leading sect in Blossom City, Blossom Sect will surely execute him thoroughly!"

"Right, even though we can't participate in the Blossom Sect's meeting, we must witness this thrilling moment!"

"Indeed, Blossom Sect is like the guardian deity of our Blossom City!"

In no time, a flood of citizens surged towards the location of the Blossom Sect's meeting to crusade against Timothy, all of them exhilarated.

Timothy also slipped in with the crowd, unnoticed.

However, he clenched his fists so tightly they cracked,the murderous intent on him was barely concealable.

That Nolan, smearing my name in front of the entire dynasty's citizens. Looks like it's time to teach this so-called rival a lesson!

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Blossom Sect is the largest sect near Blossom City.

More importantly, it's one of the biggest supporters of the Phoenix Kingdom, secretly under the kingdom's protection.

Thus, its power has grown significantly in recent years, and it enjoys an excellent reputation among the citizens.

Now, hearing that the Blossom Sect was hosting the crusade meeting, people continuously streamed into the area near the meeting hall.

The streets were packed, completely jammed.

Following the crowd to the base of the hall, Timothy suddenly leaped up to the third floor where many monks were gathered.

"Holy crap, dude, you've got some serious skills!" A monk at the stairway entrance was startled but quickly frowned. "But, I don't think I've ever seen you before. Which sect are you from?"

Timothy waved his hand nonchalantly. "I'm a disciple of the Doomed Soul Sect, here to attend the Blossom Sect's crusade meeting."

The monk looked puzzled. "Doomed Soul Sect? I've never heard of such a sect in our dynasty. And that name..."

Timothy's smile turned slightly sinister. "Are you sure you want to keep talking?"

"Why can't I talk?" Suddenly, the monk sensed something was off and pointed at Timothy in alarm. "Wait! Are you from the Demonic Sect sneaking in here?"

His heart pounding, the monk quickly tried to step back.

But he had barely moved a step when he saw Timothy's figure flicker like a ghost.

With no chance to resist, he only felt a strike to the back of his neck like a bolt of lightning, and then everything went dark.

"Why talk too much when you can live well?" Timothy sighed, casually tossing the limp body of the monk into a corner and covering it with a chair.

The others seemed to know better and didn't come looking for trouble.

Timothy easily blended into the crowd of righteous monks.

At that moment, the crusade meeting organized by Elder Blake of the Blossom Sect officially began.

Elder Blake spoke passionately, his voice filled with fervor: "The Blossom Sect has a history of over ten thousand years, growing from a small sect to what it is today. Do you know why?"

"It's because the Blossom Sect serves the nation and cares for the people!"

Immediately, someone in the crowd shouted excitedly.

"That's right, you all are absolutely correct!"

Elder Blake nodded, scanning the crowd: "It's thanks to the Phoenix Kingdom, especially Prince Nolan's grace, that our sects have been able to flourish.

And today, that creature named Timothy, with three heads and six arms, and extremely ugly, has dared to harm our prince. What do you think we should do?"

"Take him down!"

"Yes! Eliminating Timothy is not only a loyalty to the prince but also a righteous act for the entire Phoenix Kingdom, for all the people.

Starting today, the Blossom Sect has decided to step forward and issue a kingdom-wide warrant for Timothy.

If that monstrosity dares to step half a foot into the Phoenix Kingdom, we will tear him to pieces!

Moreover, I will send many highly skilled monks to various places.

Once Timothy is spotted, he must be executed!"

"Elder Blake is right! Kill Timothy! Kill Timothy!"

"For the prince!"

"What is Timothy anyway? Ugly and useless, yet he dares to infuriate the prince? The goddess once favored Prince Nolan with three smiles, and this ugly freak thinks he's something? If I see him, I swear I'll tear him apart to vent my anger!"

"Right, if I had to stand in the same room as that ugly thing, I'd rather jump out and kill myself."

"Timothy is utterly wicked, killing him is every monk's duty, it's imperative!"

"My Sacred Ocean Sect volunteers to fight and execute Timothy!"

"Wildsand Palace will also not fear that petty Timothy!"

"Soaring Crane Pavilion will lead the charge and take Timothy's head!"

The crowd was furious, their shouts continuous.

Although the current leader, Elder Blake, was only at the peak of Mystic Core strength, far from being the top combat power of the Phoenix Kingdom.

But who doesn't know how to talk big?

Now, in front of all these people, every insult they hurled at Timothy could become a tale of valor, even reaching the ears of the dynasty's high echelons.

No sect wanted to miss this opportunity.

Watching the united front of the major sects, the righteous scene, the citizens below were also extremely excited.

The streets were noisy, filled with curses at Timothy and praises for the Blossom Sect's meeting.

"Not bad, not bad at all."

Watching the scene unfold, Elder Blake's lips curled into a mysterious smile, murmuring to himself: "With this, Prince Nolan's Dragon Blood Formation will advance further..."

This voice was barely audible, unnoticed by anyone.

But amid the noisy tumult, Timothy, thanks to the "Whispering Ear" he had exchanged earlier in the system, caught it clearly.

"Nolan's Dragon Blood Formation?" Timothy's brow furrowed slightly.

He had thought these righteous monks, lacking in real skills, were merely brainwashed by Prince Nolan, just puffing themselves up in front of the public.

But it seemed that the situation targeting him wasn't as simple as it appeared.

"Kill Timothy!"

"Kill Timothy!"

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh."

"Crack!"

Amidst the cries, the many monks present continuously hurled their magical treasures at the portrait of Timothy, depicted with three heads and six arms, finally piercing it with a sword.

"I've pierced Timothy's face with a sword. It seems fate has decided that the one to personally end Timothy and enjoy endless glory and riches must be me!" a bearded monk shouted, firing up the atmosphere even more.

"Hold on, I have a question!"

Just as the monks were getting wildly excited, suddenly, Timothy raised his arm, breaking through the noisy atmosphere.

The noise abruptly halted.

Elder Blake, clearly very displeased, frowned at Timothy. "The decision to execute Timothy has already been made at this assembly. What question could you possibly have?"

"It's a very important one," Timothy said with a slight smile, a chilling look flashing briefly in his eyes. "I'd like to ask Elder Blake, if the Timothy you want to kill is right here, right now, what would you do?"

"That villain Timothy, challenging the dynasty, trying to win the favor and protection of Goddess Sylvia through deceit. If I saw him, I would not hesitate to strike him down myself!" Elder Blake declared, feeling the eyes of the people around him.

"That's our Elder Blake!"

"Elder Blake is truly courageous!"

The many monks at the assembly and the people below burst into cheers, feeling a deep respect for him.

"What if I told you, I am Timothy," Timothy said, smiling slightly.