Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"You've got to be kidding me!"

Azura's actions left the surrounding dragons completely dumbfounded.

None of them could have imagined that Azura would dare to commit such a blasphemous act.

Pouring dragon blood right in front of Vaelor, and onto the Dragon King's throne no less, was nothing short of a direct insult and desecration.

Vaelor, the ancestor who had protected the dragon race for countless years, was revered by every dragon without exception.

Azura's reckless and audacious behavior had gone far beyond anything they could comprehend.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you trying to get yourself killed?!"

Several of the dragon elders were completely stunned.

Their expressions even showed traces of anger.

Though Azura held the title of Dragon King, she was still nowhere near the level of Vaelor in their eyes.

Even as Dragon King, how could she possibly compare to the ancestor who had safeguarded the dragon race for generations?

More importantly, Azura had grown incredibly powerful over the past few centuries, but to dare such an act of sacrilege? If Vaelor's spirit were truly enraged, even with just a fragment of his soul left, he could likely destroy her with a mere flick of his finger!

Unable to stop Azura's reckless actions, the dragons were left in turmoil, unsure of how to handle the situation unfolding before them.

But then, they noticed something strange happening to the Dragon King's throne, forged from dragon bones and exuding an aura of immense authority.

Azura's golden blood flowed over the dragon bones, and under its influence, cracks began to appear in the throne—bones so tough that even Heavenly-level artifacts couldn't break them.

"The dragon bones... they're cracking!"

But that wasn't all. The essence blood Vaelor had personally infused into the throne began to react violently, as if it had encountered a formidable enemy.

It boiled uncontrollably, and compared to Azura's golden blood, its color seemed to dull and fade.

The boiling blood seemed to writhe in agony, and the throne, forged from dragon bones, emitted a piercing screech as more and more cracks spread across its surface.

At that moment, the golden dragon phantom, formed from Vaelor's remaining soul fragment, showed a rare expression of shock.

In the presence of his pure bloodline, every Dragon King who had ever sat on this throne had felt nothing but awe and reverence.

Even just a trace of his essence blood had always looked down on the Dragon Kings of the past with a sense of pride and disdain.

No matter how many Dragon Kings had come and gone, none of their bloodlines had ever been pure enough to catch his attention.

But now, as Azura's blood spilled onto the throne, everything was different.

Not only were the dragon bones cracking, but Vaelor could clearly feel a flame, as if burning fiercely, searing his very soul.

"This feeling... something's not right... What is this?!"

A look of disbelief flashed in his golden eyes.

He gazed at Azura's small, delicate figure—so much smaller than his own phantom—and for the first time, there was no trace of contempt in his expression.

When their eyes met, he felt an overwhelming sense of pressure radiating from her.

This pressure was comparable to that of his ancient dragon comrades.

"This isn't just any ancestral dragon bloodline... Azura's bloodline has reverted to such a degree that it might even surpass the purity of the essence blood I left in this throne!"

Whoosh!

Golden flames had already begun to burn at the tip of Vaelor's phantom tail.

Though the flames seemed small, they carried an unimaginably terrifying power.

The fire started at his tail and quickly spread.

In the blink of an eye, it consumed his entire tail, half of his massive dragon body, and soon, the entire dragon phantom!

In mere moments, Vaelor's phantom was completely engulfed in flames.

The remaining fragment of his soul was being consumed by an excruciating burning sensation.

It was as if the very essence of his soul was being devoured, bit by bit, eroding the phantom he had manifested and the last remnants of his soul.

"This bloodline... it's the first time I've encountered anything like this since I left this fragment of my soul behind!"

A hint of excitement appeared on Vaelor's dragon face.

He desperately summoned all the power left in his soul fragment, trying to resist the flames.

Boom!

Whoosh!

A fierce wind swept through the area, carrying an overwhelming pressure that radiated outward in waves.

Azura's golden blood, spilled across the throne, trembled, while Vaelor's blood continued to boil violently.

But it was clear that as time passed, the essence blood Vaelor had left behind was beginning to lose its luster, growing dim.

Pain surged through him in waves. He twisted his massive dragon body, but no matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't escape the devouring flames of gold.

In Azura's determined gaze, the ever-growing power of her dragon bloodline made even Vaelor feel a flicker of fear deep within.

Roar!

With a pained dragon's roar, Vaelor's body, engulfed in flames, began to burn away, slowly dissolving into nothingness.

The agony of having his soul consumed was far worse than being burned alive.

The body that had once guided the dragon race for countless years was now disintegrating in the fire.

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Watching this unfold, the dragon elders and even the Sea Folk deep in the ocean were utterly stunned.

None of them could have imagined that Vaelor, who had guided the dragon race for so many years and was renowned across the continent for his terrifying power since ancient times, would now be facing his end.

"This... this can't be real, can it?"

The scene before them made it clear that this was no illusion.

Stunned gazes filled with disbelief. No dragon had ever imagined such a sight.

They simply couldn't believe that Azura's dragon blood was so powerful that even Vaelor's soul fragment couldn't withstand it!

But amidst all those shocked stares, even as he was consumed by unbearable pain, Vaelor let out a wild laugh: "Hahaha! Who would've thought? Who would've thought!"

There was no trace of hatred in his laughter. Instead, it was filled with a kind of uncontainable joy: "I always believed that as time passed, the dragon race would only grow weaker.

But I never expected that after so many years, a Dragon King like you would emerge.

It seems my judgment was laughably wrong.

The Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon—no, the entire dragon race—has a new Dragon King in you, Azura.

Whether you choose to stay at the Shrine or follow that human, the decision is entirely yours to make.

Because with your strength, you are more than capable of deciding your own path. We can no longer interfere.

Fly free. Whether it's the vast oceans or the endless skies, they all belong to you.

You are the strongest Dragon King of this new era!

No longer bound by the laws of heaven and earth, and certainly not by the rules of the dragon race!"

Under the astonished gazes of countless dragons, Vaelor laughed wildly as he spoke these words.

And then, with a deafening crash, his massive dragon body shattered into pieces!