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

Chapter 468: Chapter464-The Unshackled Dark Lord



It was as if, in an instant, Owen had ascended to a far more terrifying future state of power! At that moment, the aura emanating from Owen shattered and dispersed the black palm prints suspended in the void.

The overwhelming energy surged forward, continuing its charge toward the Dark Lord. The Dark Lord, fixated on the temporal fluctuations radiating from Owen, failed to react in time. His body was struck by the sudden burst of energy, sending him flying backward as though hit by a meteor. His chest caved in under the force.

Meanwhile, the smiles on the faces of the four monsters, who had been certain of Owen's demise, froze instantly.

How could this be?

Not only had the Dark Lord's attack failed to kill Owen, but the Dark Lord himself had been sent flying, seemingly seriously injured.

They then sensed the extraordinary fluctuations radiating from Owen-an aura that was as dominant as, if not more terrifying than, the Dark Lord himself!

How could his strength increase so drastically in such a short time?

In their perception, Owen's power now exceeded the Throne Celestial tier.

The gap between Throne Celestial and the level above it was vast, akin to heaven and earth.

An existence beyond Throne Celestial was a living legend.

Even in Pure Land, with its abundant mana and top-tier resources, no one had reached beyond Throne Celestial in Owen's memory.

Such breakthroughs were measured in eras, and even then, only a handful of individuals could ascend past Throne Celestial.

Yet Owen, still so young, had suddenly achieved such a terrifying level of power?

The Dark Lord stabilized his body mid-air, a grim expression on his face as he stared at Owen.

He hadn't anticipated that Owen's strength would surge so dramatically.

However, his shock quickly faded. He rubbed his caved-in chest, and the flesh and blood rapidly regenerated, healing his injuries in an instant.

Narrowing his eyes, he fixed his gaze on Owen, now in a state of unparalleled power. "You've truly surprised me. No wonder you dared to boast earlier. It seems you had the qualifications after all."

Owen met the Dark Lord's gaze.

It was his first time fully unleashing the Supreme Order, and the transformation was intoxicating.

The surging mana within him felt limitless, giving him a sense of unparalleled strength.

It felt as though he could reshape this world according to his will.

Everything was under his control!

As Owen glanced back at the void, countless trajectories of Order revealed themselves clearly before him. With a mere gesture, he felt he could unleash the most devastating power from these laws.

The oppressive aura of the Dark Lord faded, almost to the point of nonexistence.

Although the Dark Lord far surpassed Throne Celestial, reaching the legendary Primordial God level, Owen's activation of the Supreme Order had also enhanced his bloodline.

Now, the gap between their tiers had been bridged, and Owen's unique bloodline even gave him an advantage, suppressing the Dark Lord.

Realizing this heightened state wouldn't last long, Owen wasted no time, charging toward the Dark Lord.

With a flick of his fingers, a beam of radiant light shot out.

It was a basic laser spell, yet in Owen's hands, it carried an unstoppable force and terrifying penetrative power.

This time, however, the Dark Lord was prepared.

With a wave of his hand, black light condensed into a shield, devouring the surrounding

mana.

But as the beam of light collided with the black shield, it broke free from its constraints, piercing through the Dark Lord's chest and leaving a streak of blood that stained the stars. The Dark Lord's pupils contracted sharply as he realized what had happened.

The seemingly simple beam of light had secretly contained the Godslayer Sword!

Caught off guard, he had been injured!

The four monsters watching were dumbfounded.

Earlier, the Dark Lord had been hurt, possibly due to negligence.

But this time, he had been fully prepared, and yet he was still wounded.

How much stronger had Owen become?

The eight-armed monster seemed to realize something, glaring at the Dark Lord with a grim expression.

"Dark Lord, don't blame me for not warning you-if you fail to stop the revival of the

Mountain Lord and kill Owen, you'll be imprisoned here forever!"

As the monster's voice rang out, the Dark Lord's brow furrowed.

Then, without warning, he swung his hand backhandedly, slapping the eight-armed monster.

The monster spat blood as it was sent flying, its bones feeling as though they had been shattered. It let out a pained and twisted scream.

"The matters between The Celestial and me are none of your concern, you insignificant

lackey!"

Turning his icy gaze back to Owen, the Dark Lord sneered.

"Owen, I admit your strength exceeds my expectations. Unfortunately, today, you will still die by my hand."

With those words, he let out a cold laugh and unshackled the chains binding his hands and

feet.

The chains snapped with a resounding crack, breaking into pieces and falling to the ground.

A storm-like aura erupted from the Dark Lord, sweeping across the battlefield.

His power surged again!

Rachel and the others watched in horror.

The Dark Lord had already been terrifying, but now his strength had risen even further! Owen's brow furrowed. He had assumed the chains binding the Dark Lord were self-imposed. Now, with those restraints gone, the Dark Lord appeared as an embodiment of the purest darkness, impervious to light.

Any attempt at perception was swallowed whole by the void.

The Dark Lord had truly become the darkness that devours all.

Even the injury Owen had left on his chest healed in an instant.

The Dark Lord, now a swirling mass of black clouds, let out a maniacal laugh, causing the entire black sea to churn and rise into towering waves.

"I never thought anyone in this plane, apart from The Celestial, could push me this far!"

"Your name is Owen, isn't it? I'll remember you!"

As his words echoed, countless black clouds surged toward Owen, enveloping everything in their path.

Rachel and the others instinctively unleashed their most powerful mage techniques to try to dissipate the advancing clouds and support Owen.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

However, their attacks dissolved into the black clouds without a trace, leaving no ripple or

effect.

Rachel and the others paled in fear.

They were Throne Celestial-level mages, their combined efforts enough to make a

Primordial God cautious.

Yet, against the black clouds, they were utterly powerless.

Owen, too, felt the pressure.

The unshackled Dark Lord, now fully serious, seemed intent on leaving him no chance of

survival.

"As expected of one who once opposed The Celestial," Owen muttered to himself.

Few beings in history had truly challenged The Celestial.

Only the Mountain Lord of the Alps and this Dark Lord from another plane had dared to stand

against him.

Taking a deep breath, Owen slashed at the approaching black clouds with all his might.

The fiery red sword energy blazed across the void like a sea of flames, its scorching heat

warping the space around it.

Yet, as soon as the sword energy met the black clouds, it vanished without a trace.

"Stop struggling. This ends here," the Dark Lord said coldly, tightening his grip as the black

clouds closed in.

Surrounded by the encroaching darkness, Owen felt a fleeting sense of despair, as though he had no escape.