Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"One... two... three..."

Rhazor's face had turned completely pale.

Behind Timothy, there were six wings!

The Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle—a terrifying power that even Holy Emperor Featherwind could never hope to achieve.

And Rhazor could clearly feel it: those wings weren't just for show. The aura they emitted carried an overwhelming sense of authority, as if it held an innate dominance over everyone in the Skyfeather Sanctuary, shaking them to their core.

This kind of oppressive force was something even ordinary Holy Emperor-level beings couldn't produce.

For the Skyfeather Sanctuary, the Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle was their ultimate nemesis!

They had heard rumors that Timothy had destroyed Cloudspire Fortress, but no one believed it. No one wanted to believe it.

But now, they realized how wrong they had been.

Not only did Timothy possess wings, but he had also reached a level that everyone else could only dream of—the Seraphic Six-Wing Mantle!

This time, things were completely different.

Timothy took a step forward, effortlessly passing through a space that no one had ever been able to cross. The space around him rippled like water, spreading outward as if it was afraid of the aura Timothy exuded.

He had arrived at the Skyfeather Sanctuary!

"This is impossible! You've never even set foot in the Sanctuary! How could you possibly have mastered our most secret techniques?!" Rhazor's voice trembled as he fought to suppress the overwhelming fear inside him.

He had painstakingly outlasted three Holy Emperors, clawing his way to a position of power within the Sanctuary. There was no way he was going to let it all be destroyed now.

Timothy might be able to cross dimensions, but he was still just one man. If Rhazor could kill him, the Skyfeather Sanctuary would remain unshakable!

Resolving himself completely, Rhazor's killing intent surged, radiating from him like a storm.

His eyes turned bloodshot, and he descended into madness. "Timothy, today you will die here!"

Blocking Timothy's path, Rhazor's arm became covered in a layer of faintly blood-colored Quill Arrows. The arrows grew and expanded rapidly, swelling his arm to several times its normal size, making it look like a massive tree trunk—larger than his entire body.

A howling wind swirled around his enormous arm, as if it was trying to suck everything around it into a vortex.

With a furious roar, Rhazor glared at Timothy and threw a punch.

The massive arm, brimming with unimaginable power, came crashing down, carrying all of Rhazor's boundless rage.

Boom!

The punch, wrapped in a fierce wind, slammed down with terrifying force.

Under the overwhelming pressure, Timothy's figure seemed almost insignificant.

Boom!

A deafening explosion echoed as Timothy met the punch head-on, without flinching.

"W-what?! How is this possible?!"

The shockwave from the impact rippled outward, and faint flames, like delicate lotus petals, floated in the air.

Rhazor's eyes widened in disbelief.

He could feel it clearly—a tremendous force had swept over him.

His arm, reinforced with countless Quill Arrows, felt like it had been struck by lightning, and it was being forced back, inch by inch.

Crack.

The sound of bones breaking echoed through the air.

The Quill Arrows covering Rhazor's arm were burning away under the searing heat of Timothy's magma-like flames.

The immense force that followed nearly shattered Rhazor's entire arm.

But...

Timothy had only casually thrown a punch. He hadn't used any spells or techniques!

How could someone generate such terrifying power with just raw physical strength?

The excruciating pain surged through Rhazor, causing him to let out a furious roar, sweat pouring down his face in large drops.

His eyes were filled with fear, and suddenly, he realized—Timothy's figure had vanished.

That figure moved like a ghost, too fast to track!

Before Rhazor could even react, a fist was already upon him.

And it was so fast, there was no way to dodge!

"Noggin Knocker Fist!"

Boom.

Rhazor's head felt like it had been struck by lightning, and his body plummeted to the ground like a kite with its string cut, crashing heavily.

"What kind of punch was that?!"

Everyone was stunned.

Timothy's punch seemed simple, yet it carried an unfathomable depth.

More importantly, no one had ever seen such a strange and powerful technique before.

[Ding!

You've smashed Rhazor's head. Comprehension +6.]

"Not bad, not bad," Timothy muttered with a smile, glancing around at the Skyfeather Sanctuary.

Though most of the practitioners had already been wiped out, there were still plenty of heads left to smash.

After nearly being drained dry by the goddess back in Sky Sanctuary, Timothy had finally managed to escape. Now, he needed to blow off some steam—and maybe level up a bit while he was at it.

But that smile of his sent chills down everyone's spine.

They could swear they had never seen such a terrifying grin in their entire lives.

"What's he planning to do?"

"I don't know, but damn, why do I feel like my whole body's freezing up?"

The disciples of Skyfeather Sanctuary were in a panic.

But it was already too late.

Timothy's figure flickered, moving too fast to follow.

And with each punch, he struck their heads with pinpoint accuracy.

"Noggin Knocker Fist!"

"Ahhh!"

"Stop hitting me! If you keep this up, I'll never grow taller!"

"Please, not just my head!"

Bang, bang, bang.

The air above Skyfeather Sanctuary's floating castle echoed with cries of pain.

[Ding!

Noggin Knocker. Comprehension +1.]

[Noggin Knocker. Comprehension +1.]

[Noggin Knocker. Comprehension +1.]

Timothy's comprehension was rapidly increasing.

His mastery of the Four Sacred Fists had reached perfection.

His understanding of the Eclipse Divine Finger had also reached its peak.

...

These Arcane Arts were all things Timothy had freeloaded from a few High Priests in Sky Sanctuary after taking a Dragon's Roar Virility Pill.

Originally, he hadn't had the time to study them, but with his growing comprehension, he was now able to master them effortlessly.

With a single punch, it was as if four fists materialized from the heavens, crashing down from all directions.

His fingers, glowing faintly with the light of the moon, pointed forward, and it felt as though the gods themselves were enraged, their divine wrath descending with overwhelming authority.

Under these celestial phenomena, the immense pressure swept across the entire Skyfeather Sanctuary.

Those who had been desperately trying to resist turned pale, realizing that the gap between their strength and Timothy's was insurmountable.

How could they possibly fight against someone like this?

At the center of Cloudspire Fortress, a golden iron lock shimmered with a faint golden light.

The aura it emitted seemed to be connected to the spatial barrier that had been protecting the Sanctuary.

"So, this is the key," Timothy said with a slight smile, his figure suddenly closing in.

"Stop him! Quickly!" The practitioners of Skyfeather Sanctuary were terrified.

But Timothy's power was so overwhelming that no one could stand in his way.

Boom!

The people in front of him were instantly blown away by the shockwave, and Timothy's figure appeared before the golden lock.

With a single punch, the lock shattered with a resounding crack.

In that instant, the spatial barrier surrounding Skyfeather Sanctuary collapsed completely!