Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

It was just the simplest of words, yet it seemed to wield the greatest charm.

"I love you."

That phrase, so many women long to hear it—plain, unadorned, and sincere.

And it was set against the backdrop of petals from the world's most beautiful and precious Rainbow Lotus.

The scene had everyone stunned into silence.

No one objected, no one spoke a word.

Timothy's victory was well and truly deserved.

That simple phrase was the most heartfelt declaration of love in the world.

Even Sylvia seemed a bit different at that moment.

Her gaze was fixed, unblinking, as she stared at Timothy.

Her eyes, like autumn waters, swirled with a captivating emotion.

She could feel her heart racing, her breaths coming in hot, hazy rushes.

"I love you."

Each word seemed to pluck at the new strings of Sylvia's heart.

"Ha, babe, we won."

Just then, Timothy chuckled, a bit smugly.

"You! You were just playing with me!"

The perfect moment was suddenly shattered, and Sylvia, feeling a flash of anger, pinched Timothy's side.

Timothy hurriedly explained, "No, no, even though it was to win, what I said to you, my love, came straight from the heart!"

Sylvia's cheeks flushed, her anger not quite subsided: "I don't believe you!"

"Babe, trust me."

"How can you prove it?"

"My heart is all yours, every cell in my body seems to keep saying 'I love you.' Do I still need to prove it?"

"You!"

Sylvia's eyes wandered as a few petals of the Rainbow Lotus fell onto her sleek, jet-black hair, enhancing her stunning beauty.

Finally, she pouted slightly and turned her head away with a huff, "Fine, I'll trust you this time, but you have to promise me one thing to make up for it."

"Anything, you name it," Timothy immediately responded with a smile.

"Well, then I'll say it." But as the words reached her lips, Sylvia hesitated.

After a moment of silence, as if making a great decision, she finally whispered, barely audible, "That phrase you said earlier, when we get back, you need to say it to me several more times seriously."

Timothy blinked, "Which phrase?"

"Of course, it's... I... I love you. Dummy, do I really have to say it again?"

Saying such an embarrassing thing out loud, Sylvia was mortified and began punching Timothy's chest in frustration.

"Pfft."

A trickle of blood ran down Timothy's mouth.

Though Sylvia hadn't hit hard, a punch from someone of Holy Emperor strength was no joke.

But her punches, though on his body, warmed his heart.

Unperturbed, he wiped the blood from his mouth and smiled even brighter, "Don't worry, babe, even if you hadn't asked, I'd still want to say it many more times when we get back. And a thousand times wouldn't be enough!"

"You!"

"Hey, weird, babe, your face is red again, even your ears are a bit red."

"I am not!"

"Babe, you can't fool me."

"Damn it, you, I'll kill you!"

"Your punches are so soft and small, really comfy~"

This scene, even more than Timothy's victory, had a far greater impact.

Even though most of the practitioners present were in pairs, the overly sweet display in front of them was enough to make their teeth ache from the sourness.

Even the female disciple hosting the event was stunned for a good while before she remembered to continue: "Congratulations to this couple for winning this round. Now, let's move on to the next activity—where each participant can present a gift that would surprise their partner the most."

"The victory in this round, I'll claim it," Zachary suddenly sneered, stepping forward confidently.

Many practitioners noticed his arms tense, veins bulging—a clear sign of his anger.

Having been overshadowed twice in a row, and forcefully at that, felt to him like someone was literally walking over him.

It wasn't just a slap to his face, but to the face of the Southblade Ridge Sect!

As the Junior Sect Leader of a top-tier sect, Zachary couldn't just swallow this insult.

"This was meant to be my proposal gift to you. Since it's come to this, please accept it now."

Zachary suddenly knelt on one knee, his hand hovering over a spatial ring.

Even before he pulled out the proposal gift, a faint aura of spiritual energy flowed from the ring.

"What could Zachary's proposal gift be?"

Instantly, many practitioners couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation.

Given that the Southblade Ridge Sect was a top-tier sect with deep foundations, and Zachary, as its Junior Sect Leader, was almost certain to one day lead the sect, the proposal gift for the future Sect Leader's wife could very well represent the face of the Southblade Ridge Sect.

This gift was bound to be grand!

A burst of radiance flickered.

Not just the couples present, but even the disciples of the Themyscira Sect were drawn to this spectacle.

"May these two items be the witness to our marriage."

Under the gaze of the crowd, Zachary held two items in his hands.

One was the foundational text of the Southblade Ridge Sect, an Epic-level sword technique—The Sacred Thousand Blades Technique!

The other was even more astonishing.

"Breath of the Holy Emperor!"

Someone exclaimed in disbelief.

The glowing orb in Zachary's hand was the legendary "Breath of the Holy Emperor"!

Holy Emperor-level practitioners were beings of infinite realm, forever out of reach for countless practitioners.

People revered and feared the Holy Emperor.

A Holy Emperor could level mountains and divert rivers with a flick of their fingers.

Anything associated with a Holy Emperor was a supreme treasure for any practitioner.

This "Breath of the Holy Emperor" was said to be the spiritual essence formed from the breath of a Holy Emperor.

For ordinary practitioners, the "Breath of the Holy Emperor" could refine their bodies and expel toxins, with effects that were nothing short of terrifying.

Not only the Sacred Thousand Blades Technique, but for the marriage of their Junior Sect Leader, the Southblade Ridge Sect might have even sought the help of a Holy Emperor-level practitioner to create this Breath of the Holy Emperor.

Such a precious gift far exceeded everyone's imagination.

Indeed, the gift Zachary presented was likely unmatched by anyone else.

No other practitioner could possibly compete.

"My friend, do you think my gift is precious enough?"

Feeling a surge of vindication, Zachary smirked, his gaze mocking as he turned to Timothy.

With such a precious treasure as the air breathed by a Holy Emperor at his disposal, what could Timothy possibly present to compare?