Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?

Chapter 420: Chapter416-Sargeras Gravely Wounded



"Sargeras has his trump cards, but so does my brother. He'll win this fight for sure!"

Madelyn's expression had grown grave, but her confidence in Owen's strength was unshaken.

How many crises and tribulations had Owen already weathered?

This time would be no different.

Seraphina, the Dragon Princess, and the others clenched their fists tightly.

Their faces bore traces of worry, but an even greater determination shone through.

Compared to the others, Ysera was more focused on Leslie's reaction.

She glanced toward Leslie, who was standing in the great hall.

Leslie, her expression calm and composed, gazed at the scene before her as if Sargeras's eruption of power could not stir her heart.

Meanwhile, young Leslie, who had been napping in the hall, seemed to sense something. Her small brows furrowed slightly, and she murmured Owen's name in her sleep.

At the same time, the terrifying ripples of power emanating from Sargeras sent shockwaves across the Pure Land and beyond.

Mages everywhere turned pale, trembling under the sheer weight of his overwhelming aura. For most of them, even celestial gods were untouchable pinnacles of strength.

Throne Celestials were beings beyond comprehension.

As for what lay beyond Throne Celestial, no one knew.

It was a tier of unimaginable might, a realm so vast it could only be whispered about as possessing the power to obliterate the Pure Land itself.

For any mage beneath that tier, the suppression would be absolute-a complete annihilation. The gap was simply too vast.

As countless onlookers watched Owen with anxious eyes, Sargeras, now enveloped in a surging aura, abruptly opened his eyes.

A cold light flashed within them, and an overwhelming wave of mana spread outward, turning the surrounding void into a suffocating mire and pressing down upon Owen inch by inch.

In this moment, Sargeras seemed like an unassailable sovereign, trampling all magic beneath his feet.

"Such power... intoxicating."

Sargeras relished the waves of mana coursing through him.

The intricate patterns of magical Order swirling between his brows filled him with an unprecedented sense of invincibility.

At his whim, it felt as if the stars themselves could shatter.

He was gripped by an intoxicating sense of omnipotence.

Raising his hand toward Owen, Sargeras brought it down with a crushing force.

The heavens roared as a torrent of Order cascaded from the shattered sky, falling like

countless celestial waterfalls, obliterating the void below.

The already fragile Demon Realm quaked violently under the force, as though an unparalleled cataclysm had been unleashed.

Even celestial god-level mages caught a whiff of death's scent in the air.

Were they to approach, annihilation would be certain-without so much as a chance to react.

This strike from Sargeras was simply too fearsome.

Amidst the raging torrent of Order, Owen stood firm, sword lowered at his side, his gaze fixed upon the skies above. His expression was grave.

Even he could sense the immense danger emanating from Sargeras's attack.

It was clear that ordinary means would not suffice to block this blow.

Taking a deep breath, Owen activated his Supreme Order.

Instantly, a towering, majestic figure appeared behind him, so vast it seemed to bridge the heavens and the earth.

Though the figure was indistinct, it exuded an aura that felt as if it had traversed the endless rivers of time to descend upon this battlefield.

Owen glanced upward at the apparition, and the figure gazed back down at him.

Their eyes locked, and a strange resonance rippled outward.

The phantom merged with Owen, and his aura surged dramatically.

In mere moments, Owen, who had been at the level of a god-mark celestial, broke through to the realm of Throne Celestial.

A boundless energy surged from within him, radiating outward.

Under the influence of this newfound power, the descent of the Order torrent slowed, and the trembling of the Demon Realm subsided somewhat.

Every mage watching Owen was struck dumb with astonishment.

"Is this the legendary Supreme Order magic?"

"I can't believe he could elevate himself from god-mark celestial to Throne Celestial with a secret technique!"

"Is this Owen's trump card? His combat strength at Throne Celestial is far beyond that of god-mark celestial!"

Venus, too, was stunned, her face a picture of disbelief.

Even Caesar, who had been observing from the shadows, could scarcely believe the magnitude of Owen's sudden leap in strength.

After all, the difference between Throne Celestial and god-mark celestial was not merely a step-it was an unbridgeable chasm.

No one had ever witnessed such a technique that could achieve this kind of transformation.

The mages in the Pure Land rubbed their eyes in disbelief, struggling to accept the scene before them. The sheer scope of Owen's growth defied all logic.

In the small world, Madelyn and the others were equally stunned.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Though they had known Owen possessed incredible trump cards, they had not expected anything like this.

Owen's already formidable combat power soared exponentially as he ascended to a higher tier.

Amid the collective shock, Leslie remained the calmest. With serene elegance, she continued

to watch the unfolding events.

"Sargeras, it's time to end this."

Feeling the overwhelming mana coursing through him, Owen let out a long roar and locked

his gaze onto Sargeras.

He began weaving intricate hand seals before him.

The Light-Dark Seals were unleashed!

Brilliant light erupted in front of Owen, exploding like a supernova. The dazzling radiance

turned the world into a sea of blinding white.

Every attack that surged toward Owen was neutralized upon contact with the rippling waves

of white light, dissolving into nothingness.

Even the torrent of Order was reduced to melting snow as it touched the radiant ripples.

The light expanded, forming a domain that enveloped Sargeras.

Within this domain, massive, mountain-like spheres of dark energy descended upon

Sargeras, crushing toward him.

These black orbs carried a sealing power so absolute that anything they touched would have

its mana entirely suppressed.

For the first time, Sargeras felt a flicker of fear. Owen's sudden counterattack far exceeded his

expectations.

As he prepared to retaliate, the black orbs ignored space and time, slamming into him

directly.

The mana-light coursing over his resilient body dimmed instantly.

Even the magical Order flowing within him was sealed, unable to emit the faintest ripple.

Then, the black orbs detonated, merging with the radiant white light to create an even more

terrifying explosion.

Sargeras's body was unable to withstand the devastating shockwaves.

He was torn into countless bloody fragments that scattered across the battlefield.

Owen narrowed his eyes, his expression remaining tense.

Sargeras's strength had far exceeded his expectations.

Even with the Supreme Order and the devastating Light-Dark Seals, he had only managed to destroy Sargeras's physical form-he had not annihilated him entirely.

It was clear that after breaking through to a level beyond Throne Celestial, Sargeras's combat

prowess had reached an unimaginable height.

Even such an overwhelming attack had failed to completely obliterate him.

Yet, while Sargeras had not been killed, he had been grievously wounded.

The scattered remnants of his blood and flesh began converging toward the center, attempting to reform his body for another round.

At his level, even total physical destruction could not end him.

His immense vitality allowed him to regenerate endlessly, making him nearly immortal.

Of course, this required a sufficient reserve of essence blood.

Owen, unwilling to give him the chance to recover, acted decisively.

As Sargeras's fragmented body began to reassemble, Owen swept his hand forward.

Within the radiant white domain, countless black orbs detonated like collapsing stars.

The resulting shockwaves shredded Sargeras's fragments into even finer pieces, extinguishing the vitality of his scattered flesh with relentless force.