Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Breath of the Holy Emperor?"

Timothy looked at Zachary like he was an idiot.

But Zachary, far from backing down, seemed even more smug. "The path of cultivation is long and arduous. Keeping your lover by your side isn't just about spouting useless nonsense.

People who dare to flaunt their love here without real power... they're just a joke, haha."

"Man, just when it was a decent gathering, a fool shows up."

Timothy sighed helplessly, pulled a small wooden box from his space ring, and handed it to Sylvia.

"Honey, blow into this."

"Why should I blow into it?"

Sylvia took the box, slightly puzzled. After hesitating for a moment, she gently blew into it.

After sealing the box, Timothy presented it to Zachary, saying, "Funny enough, I have a Breath of the Holy Emperor right here."

"You're kidding, right?"

Zachary was almost fuming with anger.

Breath of the Holy Emperor was supposed to be the spiritual essence exhaled by a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, incredibly precious. And here was this guy, claiming a random woman's breath was the same thing?

If a real Holy Emperor-level powerhouse were here, they'd probably be so angry they'd smack her dead on the spot!

"Even if you're out of tricks, you don't need to play such a pathetic game with me.

This is hilarious. I can't wait to see if you can still show your face here after I open this box."

Zachary sneered, took the wooden box from Timothy's hands, and carelessly opened it.

Suddenly, a fragrance like thousands of flowers filled the entire Petalfall Glen.

The scent was enchanting yet not overpowering, with a hint of coolness that seemed to penetrate to the bones.

More importantly, along with this fragrance, a profound aura spread out.

Under the influence of this aura, everyone suddenly felt a clarity in their hearts, as if their understanding had climbed a notch.

Not only that, despite the cool and fragrant air, it carried an undeniable oppressive force that no one could ignore.

"The majesty of a Holy Emperor! This pressure, it's the real deal of a Holy Emperor!"

"So the contents of this box are real!"

Everyone looked shocked and bewildered.

Breath of the Holy Emperor was so precious that even Zachary had only hinted at it, never daring to fully release any.

Whose Breath of the Holy Emperor could this possibly be?

Zachary was even more incredulous, his gaze at Timothy filled with horror.

"You just had your girlfriend blow into it, could it be that your lover is... a Holy Emperor!"

Suddenly, it hit Zachary like a ton of bricks. Who had he just offended?

Could it really be a Holy Emperor?

Even if not a Holy Emperor, to casually produce Breath of the Holy Emperor meant these two must be closely connected to one!

"I'm sorry, man, listen to me, I didn't mean to target you, I was just..."

Zachary's forehead began to sweat, his expression one of panicked fear.

At this moment, he was desperate to explain himself and beg for Timothy's forgiveness.

But Timothy didn't even bother to look at him.

"I see the Themyscira Sect's event is indeed impressive, so I'll take this challenge as well."

"Honey, this is a little gift for you."

Smiling, Timothy exchanged a look with Sylvia and clenched his hand towards the sky.

Suddenly, white feathers began to fall from the void.

These feathers, pure and flawless, danced lightly in the wind.

Yet, the many practitioners present could distinctly feel an awe-inspiring might mixed within these white feathers!

"Boom!"

Without any warning, a massive phantom suddenly emerged from the void.

Golden holy eyes, covered in white feathers.

Most importantly, this enormous apparition exuded a pressure comparable to that of a Holy Emperor.

"A Sacred Form! And it's on par with a Great Emperor-level Sacred Form!"

The terrifying pressure instantly stunned everyone present.

The majesty emitted by the Celestial Feather Form made them involuntarily want to bow down in submission.

"How could there be a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse here?

And this pressure... it's him!"

Countless eyes converged on Timothy, and at that moment, everyone felt a tremor in their hearts.

They suddenly remembered that this couple, who had been openly displaying their affection, had caught everyone's attention earlier. But when trying to recall their faces, their minds drew a blank, and they couldn't remember their identities at all.

Could it really be that a Holy Emperor-level powerhouse had come here in person?

But...

Just then, something even more unexpected happened.

The majestic Celestial Feather Form suddenly erupted into a violent burst, and right before the eyes of all the practitioners, it exploded with a loud bang!

"A Great Emperor-level Sacred Form... exploded!"

Endless white feathers fluttered down amidst the terrifying aftermath.

These white feathers, laden with formidable might, seemed not to be falling randomly. Instead, in the strong currents, they swirled and converged, ultimately forming a simple phrase—'I, Love, You.'

...

Everyone fell silent.

Zachary looked up at the sky, his face full of embarrassment.

The Sect Leader of Misty Crane Mountain stood frozen in place...

Even the experts from various sects were awkwardly astonished.

So, this Sacred Form, with the might of a Holy Emperor, was summoned just to explode it, scattering white feathers across the sky as a gift for his girlfriend?

What an incredibly terrifying gesture!

And who was this Holy Emperor-level powerhouse, exactly?

On the continent of Elant, Holy Emperor-level powerhouses, even including those ancient beings who might have been in seclusion for ten thousand years, were extremely rare.

The identity of any Holy Emperor-level powerhouse was well-known to practitioners worldwide.

Who was this Holy Emperor who came here so unreservedly and performed such a terrifying feat?

At the Themyscira Sect event, every guest was shocked, their gazes all converging on Timothy and Sylvia, who were enveloped by the falling white feathers.

Just moments ago, they were thinking about how to show off their love.

But the scene before them was a severe blow to everyone's hearts.

Compared to this grand gesture of affection, what they had done seemed like child's play!

It was too much, really too much!

Who knows how many sighed in despair, and how many had their spirits crushed.

Even the female disciples of the Themyscira Sect stared blankly at the scene.

The Sect Leader had repeatedly warned them that love was the most trivial of matters.

Deeply admiring Goddess Sylvia, they had always believed in the goddess's philosophy.

But the scene they witnessed today shook their beliefs to the core.

There was even a moment when they began to doubt whether Goddess Sylvia herself could remain unaffected if she witnessed this scene.