Becoming the Demon Lord: Taming the Demon Queen Begins

"Holy crap, he's hot!"

"Damn, are there really ghosts this good-looking in the Netherworld?"

Even in the Netherworld, the allure of an Ancient Saintly Body was undeniable.

The moment Timothy stepped into the ring, the crowd erupted in shock.

Cheers and screams started echoing from all directions.

Even Elara, who had been watching from the sidelines, couldn't help but have her gaze drawn to him, her expression subtly shifting.

Clearly, in all her time in the Netherworld, she had never seen someone this strikingly handsome.

The growing excitement around the ring, combined with the bright lights set up for the event, made it easy to forget they were even in the Netherworld.

But amidst the excitement, some people started to realize something else: "I heard Lady Nightshade is really into looks, which is why she insisted on personally picking the winner."

"This guy must be new in town. He's so ridiculously handsome that if he loses, I'm pretty sure she's going to choose him."

"Yeah, I get the feeling that if he loses, there's no way he's escaping Elara's grasp."

"The problem is…"

The crowd's chatter shifted as they all turned their attention to Timothy's opponent in the ring.

Suddenly, they remembered—this guy used to be a body cultivator when he was alive.

Even though he's now a ghost, his soul power and physical strength haven't diminished at all.

When he first arrived in town, anyone who dared to challenge him got beaten to a pulp. It was brutal.

His combat prowess had left the entire ghostly community in shock.

Since then, though he'd kept a low profile, no one had dared to provoke him again.

"In all of Ereboth, there are probably only a handful of people who could beat him."

"Yeah, with his strength, that kid's pretty much guaranteed to lose."

"Yikes… so what you're saying is…"

"Yep, looks like we won't be seeing that handsome guy around after today."

The crowd's murmurs were practically a death sentence for Timothy.

No one believed he stood a chance against the once-famous body cultivator of Ereboth.

"Kaelor Bloodforge, body cultivator. In life, his strength was on par with Mystic Core masters. You'd better be careful," someone whispered.

At that moment, Kaelor gave Timothy a respectful nod from across the ring.

His tone seemed polite enough, but his expression made it clear he didn't see Timothy as a threat.

It was obvious—he didn't think this ridiculously handsome, probably all-looks-and-no-substance newcomer could put up much of a fight.

"I'm Timothy, just your average, run-of-the-mill pretty boy," Timothy responded with a polite nod of his own.

"Oh? Interesting."

Kaelor raised an eyebrow at the introduction, momentarily caught off guard.

But his gaze quickly sharpened. "Still, this fight could be a matter of life and death, so don't expect me to hold back."

"No worries. I'm actually curious to see just how strong you are," Timothy replied with a slight smile.

He was hoping to find someone who could actually defeat him, though from the looks of it, that might be asking for too much.

Kaelor, unaware of the truth behind Timothy's words, smirked confidently.

In an instant, his aura surged, becoming sharp and oppressive. "In that case, don't blame me for not going easy on you!"

Kaelor had always been confident in his strength, even more so after death.

In all of Ereboth, aside from the city lord, there were few who could make him feel fear.

But for some reason, standing in front of Timothy, Kaelor couldn't shake a strange sense of dread.

It was as if Timothy was hiding an immense, terrifying power.

"Is it just my imagination?"

Kaelor refused to believe that in a small place like Ereboth, he could encounter a ghost worthy of his fear.

Pushing aside the unsettling feeling, he steeled his resolve.

"If that's the case, then don't blame me for going all out!"

Kaelor's legs sank into a fighting stance, his entire body tensing as his power condensed.

He hadn't moved yet, but the sheer force radiating from his still form hinted at something far more terrifying.

Kaelor's eyes were sharp as blades, and the power brewing in his clenched fists was enough to make anyone tremble.

Though he hadn't thrown a punch yet, just standing there, a phantom image of a lion seemed to materialize behind him.

As the lion raised its head, it exuded the majestic aura of a Beast Monarch, a presence so overwhelming it felt like it could pierce straight into one's soul. The sheer pressure was immense, rolling out in waves.

Even the ghosts watching from the sidelines couldn't help but feel the terrifying force radiating from Kaelor.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"How much power is packed into that punch? No wonder he was a body cultivator when he was alive—his strength is on a completely different level from us ordinary ghosts!"

"There's probably no one in all of Ereboth who can match his power."

The crowd was buzzing with shock and awe.

Kaelor's unleashed aura had left them all stunned.

No one was questioning whether Timothy could win anymore. The only thing on their minds was whether Timothy could even survive this blow.

Some even wondered if Timothy might be obliterated on the spot by this terrifying punch.

After all, they had never seen such raw power before.

"Sorry, friend."

Kaelor, feeling the admiration and awe from the crowd, allowed a confident smile to creep onto his face.

The power in his fist grew even stronger, and the energy he had been gathering in his legs and waist began to flow through his body.

As Kaelor twisted his body, the dormant power within him awakened like a sleeping lion.

The sheer force of his presence sent shivers through the onlookers.

At this moment, facing Timothy—who, for some reason, had stirred an inexplicable fear in him—Kaelor had no intention of holding back.

His punch came down like a lion's bite, carrying an overwhelming force, crashing toward Timothy with terrifying speed.

Even the air in front of him seemed to tear apart under the sheer pressure of the punch!

It was impossible to imagine just how devastating this blow would be.

Any ghost caught in the path of this punch would likely be reduced to dust in an instant!

"Watch out!"

Cries of alarm echoed through the crowd, with many ghosts convinced that Timothy was about to meet his end.

But then, the punch landed.

And to the utter disbelief of everyone watching, what they saw was not what they expected.

The punch that every ghost thought would obliterate Timothy didn't even come close to that.

In fact, when it struck Timothy, it was as if… it barely even touched him.

"Boom."

Instead, it was Kaelor's own fist that couldn't withstand the immense power he had unleashed.

His fist… shattered completely!