Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

Not only was everyone stunned by the overwhelming dragon aura that Azura exuded, but they were even more shocked by the respect and reverence Azura showed toward Timothy. The Sea Folk who witnessed this scene were left utterly speechless.

"Azura, you hold the title of Ocean Dragon King, yet you bow to a mere human. Today, you will pay the price for your actions!" Aegir roared, his voice filled with uncontrollable rage.

"Attack!"

At his command, two ancient dragons, now in their true dragon forms, lunged at Azura with unstoppable force.

Their combined dragon aura was overwhelming, and their centuries of battle experience made them formidable opponents, far beyond the capabilities of ordinary dragons. Both had reached the mid-stage of the Mystic Core, a level of power that few could rival.

Yet, despite Azura's seemingly slender and frail appearance, they found themselves unable to overpower him. In fact, Azura not only held his ground but began to gain the upper hand!

As the two ancient dragons were forced to retreat repeatedly, Aegir felt his pride slipping away. His face twisted with frustration.

"Send in more!" he ordered coldly, glaring at the other dragons.

"But... isn't that against our code?" one of the dragons hesitated.

Among dragons, strength was revered above all else.

Battles were traditionally fought one-on-one, and sending two dragons to fight Azura was already bending the rules.

To send even more would be a blatant violation of their ancient customs.

Even the Sea Folk and other dragons watching from the sidelines began to feel that this was unfair, their hearts filled with indignation.

But under Aegir's increasingly menacing gaze, the dragons swallowed their objections and reluctantly obeyed.

Two more ancient dragons took to the skies, charging straight at Azura. Now, in the depths of the ocean, Azura faced four massive dragons at once.

The battle was nothing short of cataclysmic. The clash of the five dragons sent towering waves crashing in all directions, and the shockwaves from their fight caused the entire ocean to tremble. Even the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon shook violently, as if it might collapse under the strain.

Countless sea creatures fled into the deep, while the more powerful Sea Folk could only watch from a distance, too terrified to get any closer to the epic battle unfolding before them.

Despite being outnumbered and lacking the battle experience of the four ancient dragons, Azura held his own. He fought with a ferocity that belied his youth and inexperience.

"Is this the terrifying power that comes from the purity of the Ancestral Dragon bloodline?" one of the onlookers murmured in awe.

"Although the Dragon King's power has indeed grown rapidly in a short time, only the Ancestral Dragon bloodline could explain such overwhelming strength."

"The Ancestral Dragon bloodline... the true legacy blessed by the heavens. This dragon aura is something the second prince could never hope to match!"

Even some of the dragons who had originally supported Aegir began to waver.

Among dragons, power was everything, and Azura was proving himself to be the rightful heir, chosen by the former Dragon King before his capture.

In contrast, Aegir seemed to rely solely on brute force to maintain his position.

Seeing the tide turning within the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon, Aegir grew desperate.

"We can't wait any longer!" he thought, panic rising within him. If Azura continued to gain support, everything Aegir had worked so hard to build would be destroyed. His carefully constructed alliances and power base would crumble.

Azura had to lose all support now. Everyone needed to see that Aegir was the true ruler of the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon.

Suddenly, Aegir swallowed a blood-red, mushroom-like spiritual object.

"That's... Drake's Bloodroot!" one of the dragons gasped, his voice trembling with shock.

Drake's Bloodroot is an extremely rare herb that can temporarily grant dragons a significant boost in power.

However, this power comes at a cost—it drives the dragon into a berserk state.

Repeated use can even lead to permanent damage to the dragon's mind.

While using Drake's Bloodroot is permitted in dire situations, it's strictly forbidden to use it casually, especially during a contest for the Dragon King's throne.

Such an act is a blatant violation of fairness!

"Second Prince, this is beneath you! You're going against the teachings of our ancestors!" one of the dragons finally shouted.

"Aegir, aren't you taking this too far?" another dragon called out, unable to stay silent any longer.

But before anyone could react further, a massive wave suddenly surged outward, scattering the dragons.

In the next moment, a terrifying aura erupted as Aegir transformed into his dragon form, his eyes now filled with a bloodthirsty rage. He had completely lost control, consumed by the berserk state!

It was clear that Aegir no longer cared about anything—he was determined to crush Azura here and now. His actions were a direct violation of the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon's ancient laws, enough to incite outrage among all who witnessed it. But at this point, Aegir's followers had already seized control of the Shrine's upper echelons. Resisting him would be nearly impossible.

Moreover, most of those who supported Azura were the weaker Sea Folk, who had little power to challenge Aegir's dominance.

At this moment, Azura was completely surrounded by the four ancient dragons. Aegir, with his blood-red eyes, unleashed a terrifying aura as he prepared to strike.

"Roar!"

With a deafening roar, Aegir charged at Azura, his aura laced with a sinister bloodlust that sent chills down the spines of the onlookers.

Azura, already fully engaged with the four ancient dragons, was holding his own but had no room to deal with Aegir's sudden attack.

"This is bad!" The hearts of everyone in the Shrine of the Oceanic Dragon tightened with fear for Azura. They couldn't see how he could possibly defend himself.

Even with the pure Ancestral Dragon bloodline and his incredible power, Azura was already struggling against four ancient dragons. How could he possibly fend off Aegir, who had just consumed Drake's Bloodroot?

"Roar!"

Aegir's roar shook the ocean, sending waves crashing in all directions.

His massive form closed in on Azura, his blood-red eyes gleaming with a cold, murderous intent.

The Drake's Bloodroot had already begun to erode Aegir's sanity. Today, he wasn't just after the Dragon King's throne—he intended to eliminate Azura once and for all.

But just as Aegir was about to strike, Timothy, who had been quietly observing the battle, suddenly stepped forward. "Hey, little dragon, did you forget something?" Timothy's voice was cold as he stared down Aegir.

"Anyone who stands in my way dies!" Aegir roared, his voice filled with fury as he lunged at Timothy, his breath reeking of blood.

But in that instant, Aegir's blood-red eyes widened in shock. Timothy's figure vanished before his eyes.

Then, with a thunderous boom, Aegir felt as if he had been struck by lightning. Pain exploded through his massive body as he was sent flying by a powerful punch.

Boom!

A golden flame erupted in the depths of the ocean, burning fiercely despite the water.

Aegir's massive form was sent crashing into a palace, the impact causing the structure to collapse. The walls crumbled, and two deep fist marks were left on Aegir's body, a testament to the terrifying power behind the blow.

But Timothy wasn't done. Without hesitation, he grabbed Aegir's dragon form, his fist still blazing with that terrifying golden flame.

"You... you're just a human! How can you have such terrifying power?" Aegir's voice trembled with fear and disbelief, his blood-red eyes wide with shock.