Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Chapter 92: Damn you, you will surely die today!

Nobody expected that Holy Emperor Thunderflame, despite his grand title, had never really cared about his own dignity from the start.

He had his escape plan ready all along and never intended to face the battle head-on.

"Pfft, did you really think I'd be dumb enough to take you on directly here? The Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon is just a part of the plan. When the day comes, we'll avenge the century-old grudge.

We'll destroy the Sky Sanctuary and trample your pride into dust," Holy Emperor Thunderflame sneered, grabbing the thunder prison that held the old Dragon King Aurelian, and transformed into a swift shadow, quickly fleeing the scene.

"Think you can escape?" Sylvia's gaze was icy as she reached out her hand.

Instantly, space twisted, forming countless barriers in front of Holy Emperor Thunderflame.

"You think I can't escape just because I can't beat you?" Holy Emperor Thunderflame was prepared, shouting loudly as all the lightning around him concentrated in front of him.

In a flash, the spatial barriers shattered, and the lightning transformed into thunderbolts, clearing the obstacles in front of him.

But just then, the fourth toll of the Sacred Bell rang out.

A massive shadow descended from the sky, its light spreading wide, forming a golden net that seemed capable of enveloping everything under heaven.

The power from the Sacred Bell was far beyond the simple barriers she had conjured earlier!

This immense net seemed inescapable.

But Holy Emperor Thunderflame suddenly pierced through Aurelian's chest with a finger, dragon blood spilling down. A red gleam flashed in his eyes.

Using the blood as a sacrifice, Dragon Blood Formation!

Though it wasn't the complete Dragon Blood Formation, the presence of Aurelian's bloodline triggered a bizarre and overwhelming aura.

Merging with the lightning, in an instant, thousands of thunderbolts, as if inspired, surged with excitement.

With a terrifying crimson aura, they struck towards the overwhelming golden net of shadows.

And they actually tore a rift in it!

This time, a hint of seriousness flashed in Sylvia's eyes.

She had anticipated that Holy Emperor Thunderflame would have some tricks up his sleeve, but she hadn't expected this makeshift Dragon Blood Formation to be so powerful.

"Still want to chase me?"

A trail of blood covered the space in front of Holy Emperor Thunderflame, the bloody patterns seeming to connect the two realms.

With one step, Holy Emperor Thunderflame's figure rapidly disappeared, instantly crossing tens of thousands of miles.

Sylvia's figure flickered, appearing instantly in front of the blood-patterned space.

But the blood patterns quickly contracted, completely blocking the way forward.

The Sacred Bell tolled, even tearing through the space in front of her, but it was in a completely different location from where Holy Emperor Thunderflame had escaped to.

"Damn, I didn't expect him to still have such a trick up his sleeve…" Sylvia bit her lip, slightly frustrated.

After all, Holy Emperor Thunderflame, being a Holy Emperor and fully prepared, wasn't so easily defeated.

But to have him cornered and still let him escape was indeed a pity.

After all, it was a perfect opportunity.

If he managed to escape now, and came back stronger later...

"Wait, where's Timothy?"

Sylvia looked around, suddenly realizing that Timothy's figure was no longer in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon.

"How is that possible? Timothy hasn't reached Ocean's Gate yet,he can't master the laws of space. How could he suddenly disappear from the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon?"

For a moment, the usually cold-as-frost Sylvia couldn't hide a trace of panic.

"My Lady, what's wrong?" Zephyra quickly stepped forward.

Having followed the goddess for so many years, she had never seen Sylvia show such a flustered expression before.

What could possibly make the goddess so unsettled?

"Timothy's gone missing," Sylvia's words instantly grabbed everyone's attention at the Sky Sanctuary.

But despite their searching every nook and cranny of the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, there was no sign of Timothy anywhere.

"Where on earth could Timothy have gone?"

Everyone seemed puzzled and shocked.

...

Thousands of miles away, through a blood-red rift torn in mid-air, Holy Emperor Thunderflame stepped out. Now, he looked far from the imposing figure he was before, even appearing somewhat disheveled.

He had anticipated a possible confrontation with Goddess Sylvia before his plan was complete. However, he hadn't expected that Sylvia, once weakened by a cold poison and with her cultivation damaged, would have become so terrifyingly strong in just a century.

If he hadn't given his all, playing every card he had, including the Dragon Blood Formation, he might have truly fallen at the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon today.

Recalling the terrifying power unleashed by the fourth toll of the Sacred Bell, Holy Emperor Thunderflame still felt a chill, haunted by the close call.

"That woman! Sylvia, you wait. When the plan is complete and we three Holy Emperors step into the Sky Sanctuary, it will be the end for both the Sky Sanctuary and you!"

Holy Emperor Thunderflame gritted his teeth, his eyes fierce, his body emanating a murderous aura. Having narrowly escaped death at the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, he was determined that upon his return, it would be the downfall of the Sky Sanctuary!

After all, if the plan succeeded, even Sylvia would stand no chance against them.

Wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Holy Emperor Thunderflame, looking somewhat weak, slowed his pace and continued to fly through the air. But suddenly, his expression changed:

"Who's there?" Holy Emperor Thunderflame spun around sharply.

"Quite the Holy Emperor, to see through my Shadow Veil," the space twisted, and a figure emerged from afar.

It was Timothy!

Holy Emperor Thunderflame had used the Dragon Blood Formation to open a space and jump thousands of miles away. Although no one else could track him, Timothy had quickly exchanged for a spatial shift in the system and easily followed him here.

"Ha, I wondered who it was. Didn't expect you to follow me."

After sizing Timothy up warily, Holy Emperor Thunderflame burst into wild laughter: "What do you think you can do by following me? Do you really think you, who I could crush with one finger, can stop me?"

"That's right, not only am I going to stop you, but I'm also going to take that ugly head off your shoulders," Timothy replied with a cold smile. "Unless I'm mistaken, the one I killed who had mastered the Convergence of Ten Thousand Thunders Technique from Thunderflame Valley was Lucian, your disciple, right?"

"You are... Timothy? You're the one who crippled my disciple?" Suddenly, Holy Emperor Thunderflame recalled.

His own disciple, Lucian, whom he had painstakingly trained, was indeed crippled by this man named Timothy. Lucian could have carried the banner of Thunderflame Valley to unimaginable heights.

But his efforts were destroyed in an instant, his hopes dashed by his own hands!

"Damn you, you will surely die today!"

Lightning roared, and a thousand thunders bellowed.

In that moment, Holy Emperor Thunderflame erupted with unparalleled fury.