Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Dragon, it's a dragon!"

A fierce gust of wind suddenly swept out in all directions, causing several villagers to step back, their faces turning deathly pale.

In the eyes of ordinary folk, dragons were as majestic and awe-inspiring as gods themselves.

But today, this dragon, though slightly lean in build, radiated an undeniable authority with its shimmering blue scales... was being ridden!

Such a sight delivered a profound shock to the onlookers.

"You just show up out of nowhere, are you a chosen one of Goddess Sylvia?

Hey, practitioner, don't think riding a dragon will make us cower in fear!"

A villager with a scruffy beard tried to suppress his fear, his hand trembling as he pointed at Timothy.

His companions tried their best to stand tall beside him.

But no matter how hard they tried to overcome their fear, facing a mighty blue dragon, they couldn't hide their awe.

"Still talking tough?" Timothy sneered.

"Looks like it's time to show you what's what.

Azura! Scare them!"

"Yes!"

Azura responded and released a breath of dragon fire.

The majestic aura surged around, intensifying the villagers' fear even more.

As they watched in terror, Azura opened its mouth wide like an abyss and roared: "Woof~"

"?"

Timothy was stunned, and so were the villagers.

Was that a dragon's roar? That sounded like a dog!

"What's going on here?"

Timothy yanked a handful of scales from Azura.

"Ouch, did I roar wrong? Let me think, how does it go again?

Don't worry, they're just mere mortals without any cultivation. Watch me intimidate them easily."

Azura smirked proudly, pondered for a moment, then opened its mouth again.

"Ocean Dragon King, master of seas and currents, capable of summoning giant waves and water spouts. Keep the excitement alive on m-vl-em,pyr

When the Ocean Dragon King appears, he may bring blessings or disasters.

All creatures bow down, and thousands fear."

Since ancient times, humans have revered and feared dragons.

Even after the awkward moment earlier, a wave of fear swiftly enveloped the villagers.

The sunlight shone down, making Azura's scales glitter brilliantly.

They couldn't imagine how terrifying the next dragon roar would be.

This... was a dragon, after all!

The bearded villager had lost his earlier bravado, his face pale, his thick lips trembling, and his eyes filled with fear and panic.

Finally, Azura gathered its might again and roared: "Meow~"

"..."

The atmosphere turned awkward for a moment.

"Eh, did I get it wrong again?"

Noticing Timothy's increasingly dark expression, Azura suddenly realized something was amiss.

It couldn't be helped,it had been spending too much time in the Sky Sanctuary lately.

Plus, those sisters always taught it all sorts of strange things.

So much so that Azura had somewhat forgotten what a proper dragon roar sounded like.

But it was confident.

Being the Ocean Dragon King, with the Ancestral dragon bloodline, especially after consuming the Golden Scale Dragon Carp which made its lineage even purer.

Its bloodline wouldn't deceive it, and the deep-seated dragon might would never change.

It was the Ocean Dragon King, a dragon with the Ancestral dragon bloodline, and one day, it would represent its kind and become a known powerhouse.

This roar would be a roar of pride, befitting a Dragon King!

After a moment of brewing effort, Azura finally let out a roar: "Woof!"

"Eh? Did that sound off?

Weird, weird, let me try again."

"Meow~"

"Woof~"

"Meow."

"Woof!"

The atmosphere became incredibly awkward. The villagers, who had initially been terrified of Azura, even to the point of nearly fainting, now listened helplessly to these bizarre sounds.

Their fear of Azura had completely evaporated, and they even felt a bit sorry for it.

This mighty dragon's brain seemed... a bit off?

Azura's dragonic aura was nowhere to be found.

With a shimmer of light, Azura transformed back into a young girl.

Noticing the disdainful and scornful looks from the crowd, she started hopping anxiously: "I am the Ocean Dragon King!

That was just a slip-up!

Don't believe me? I'll roar for you, um, meow~..."

"Meow your head, go back and properly learn how a dragon should roar," Timothy said as he tossed Azura behind him.

Facing the villagers, he stepped forward with an unfriendly smile.

Flames ignited from Timothy's fists, instantly petrifying the onlookers.

They had heard of practitioners' supernatural powers, but this was their first encounter.

Flames growing from a human hand?

Wouldn't that burn his hand off like a roasted pig's trotter?

"What, what are you going to do?

You're supposed to be a righteous practitioner, aren't you going to attack us weak villagers?"

The bearded villager stepped back, holding something in his hand that he dared not swing at Timothy.

He was merely trying to morally bind him.

"Right, you righteous practitioners always say you care for the common folk, eradicate evil, and perform only good deeds.

We villagers can't perform any magic, and sometimes we can't even eat properly.

Even if we've made great mistakes, you wouldn't really strike us, would you?"

This argument was a common belief propagated throughout the capital.

It was said that as long as one pleaded in such a manner, no practitioner would actually strike, no matter the crime.

With this belief, the bearded villager and the others felt somewhat emboldened.

But looking back at Timothy, they were shocked to find that not only did he not stop, he was walking faster, his smile tinged with a hint of coldness.

"What, what are you going to do, are you really going to strike us? Aren't you afraid of divine punishment?"

"Divine punishment?

Unfortunately, I originally come from the Demonic Sect, so I'm not afraid of any divine punishment."

Timothy continued to approach with a cold laugh.

"What? You're from the Demonic Sect? You!"

The three men were instantly terrified, losing all their composure.

A wave of fear surged through them, and the bearded villager's scythe clattered to the ground.

Seeing Timothy's advancing figure, the other two completely panicked and split up, running in opposite directions.

Unfortunately, Timothy didn't give them any chance.

In an instant, he effortlessly caught up with the two men.

One punch, one kick.

"Bang, bang."

The two ordinary men were sent flying. If Timothy hadn't held back to less than a tenth of his strength, they might have been killed on the spot.

"What, what exactly do you want?"

A chill ran through him, and the bearded villager stumbled back, tripping over a rock and falling to the ground.

"I heard your king has issues with Goddess Sylvia.

"I want to know, which country are you from, and who is your king?"

Timothy asked, squatting down with a smile.

"Why are you asking this?"

The bearded villager's face was pale, his body trembling uncontrollably with fear.

"Oh, nothing much, just planning to obliterate a nation."

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