Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

The gaping maw of the Frostfang Beast seemed to harbor an unimaginably terrifying power.

To create this formation, the Everfrost Sect had poured in countless resources and manpower, preparing for who knows how long, all for this one deadly strike.

Yet, when the Frostfang Beast roared and lunged at Sylvia with its jaws wide open...

Amidst the stunned and horrified gazes of the onlookers, Sylvia simply stood there, calm and unmoved. Even the motion of her sword seemed as tranquil as still water.

It was as if she didn't even care about the elaborate death trap the Everfrost Sect had painstakingly set up.

In front of the countless practitioners gathered from all corners of the Elant Continent, a single streak of green sword energy shot out from her wooden sword.

One strike. Just one.

This seemingly calm sword energy carried a force so sharp and overwhelming, it felt like it could tear through anything in its path.

The faint glow covering the wooden sword was so piercing that it seemed to stab into the eyes of everyone watching.

Boom!

"No way!"

With a deafening explosion, not only the countless practitioners watching, but even the entire Everfrost Sect, and Holy Emperor Nordain himself, widened their eyes in shock and terror at the sight before them.

The Frostfang Beast, engraved with countless runes and reinforced by the personal efforts of Holy Emperor Nordain, shattered into pieces with that single strike!

Its massive body crumbled into countless shards of ice, collapsing lifelessly to the ground.

The entire Frostfang Beast had been reduced to a pile of useless ice fragments, completely out of control.

Watching this scene was like a bomb going off in Holy Emperor Nordain's mind.

In his calculations, the Frostfang Array, created by himself and dozens of High Priests from his sect, should have been a powerful tool to suppress Sylvia, even if it couldn't kill her in one blow.

But now, not only had it failed to suppress her, the Frostfang Beast—summoned with so much effort—couldn't even withstand a single strike.

Just how terrifying had Goddess Sylvia's power become?

Holy Emperor Nordain was utterly shaken. Your next read awaits at empire

He had dared to strike at Sylvia, even going so far as to create the Frostfang Array to deal with her, because he had done his homework.

He had thoroughly investigated Sylvia's strength from multiple angles.

Though she had reached the peak of the Transcendence Realm, she wasn't supposed to be invincible.

Before entering the Sepulcher of the Sacred, Sylvia's power shouldn't have been enough to destroy the Frostfang Beast with one strike. In fact, even severely injuring it in an instant would have been difficult.

If they had attacked her from all sides, working together, there was a real chance they could have captured her.

But now, things were completely different.

In just the half-month since she entered the Sepulcher of the Sacred, Sylvia's strength had skyrocketed!

"No, that's impossible. She's already at the peak of the Transcendence Realm. Without breaking through, how could her power have increased so much?"

Holy Emperor Nordain's face twisted in disbelief.

But then, he noticed the wooden sword in Sylvia's hand.

A cold, sharp aura seemed to drift from the sword, so chilling that it made him shiver.

Though the wooden sword lay quietly in Sylvia's hand, it felt like it held a terrifying power, buried deep beneath a raging ocean, waiting to be unleashed.

If that power were to erupt, it would be enough to make any Emperor-level powerhouse tremble in fear.

The sword's aura was something Holy Emperor Nordain had never seen before.

In just half a month inside the Sepulcher of the Sacred, Sylvia's swordsmanship had undergone a complete transformation, reaching a terrifying new level.

What had she experienced in the Sepulcher of the Sacred? How had her understanding of the sword grown to such an extent?

Staring at Sylvia, Holy Emperor Nordain's eyes were filled with an unmistakable look of fear.

He could feel the immense power hidden within that wooden sword.

With Goddess Sylvia's current strength, even the Frostfang Array had been shattered by a single strike.

As for himself, he was no longer a match for her.

If this continued, both he and the entire Sect would be wiped out.

"Goddess, I was blinded by greed. I shouldn't have tried to take advantage of Sky Sanctuary."

"Please, Goddess, forgive my mistake. I'm willing to pay any price to make up for it, even if it means submitting to Sky Sanctuary. I'll be your dog, trampled under your feet—it doesn't matter."

Holy Emperor Nordain suddenly cast aside all his dignity, desperately begging for forgiveness in front of Sylvia, groveling in a pitiful attempt to survive.

As a Holy Emperor, he knew all too well that losing his pride was far more rational than losing his life.

However, his groveling, bordering on madness, didn't stir even the slightest bit of sympathy from Sylvia.

Her cold eyes only grew more piercing.

"Forgive you? Let you grovel at my feet? Do you really think you're worthy?"

The chilling sword aura radiating from Sylvia grew even more intense, exuding a killing intent far stronger than before.

It was as if even stepping on Holy Emperor Nordain's ugly face would dirty her shoes.

"Sylvia, you lunatic! I'll fight you to the death!"

With his plans completely shattered, a crazed look filled Holy Emperor Nordain's eyes.

He now fully understood that no amount of begging would save him.

With a furious roar, his eyes widened, and countless icy energies gathered around him, forming a massive blade, dozens of feet long.

The wind howled, ice shards swirling in the air as Holy Emperor Nordain, in a fit of hysteria, swung the blade toward Sylvia. "If you're so determined to take my life, then we'll die together!"

"We're both Holy Emperors, Sylvia. Do you really think you can kill me without a scratch?"

"What do you think?"

But faced with the now-mad Holy Emperor Nordain, Sylvia merely let out a disdainful scoff, as if she didn't even consider him a threat.

"Fleeing in the face of danger, abandoning the people of the world—one crime."

"Scheming to take advantage of chaos, attempting to swallow Sky Sanctuary—another crime."

"Disrespecting me, defying divine authority—a third crime."

Her cold voice drifted from her lips, like an indifferent and supreme judgment. Each word carried an icy, commanding presence.

Her hair fluttered in the freezing wind.

The frost and snow swirling around her only enhanced her ethereal, goddess-like beauty.

Though they were both Holy Emperors, the aura and majesty Sylvia exuded, standing there with her wooden sword, were worlds apart from Holy Emperor Nordain.

She possessed a pure, untainted beauty, and a commanding presence that made it impossible for anyone to even think of defying her.

In the midst of the icy wind, Sylvia swung her sword with cold indifference.

And under the gaze of everyone present, they all saw it clearly.

That cold, solemn strike cut through Holy Emperor Nordain's massive blade without any resistance, and in an instant, it pierced through his body!