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

Chapter 187: Chapter187-The Founding Emperor, a God-tier Powerhouse!



As soon as the thought of fleeing arose in the White Protector's mind, the feeling of being locked on by that overwhelming force surged back to the forefront.

He realized that Owen's punch had already locked onto him, leaving him no choice but to retrieve a special staff from his storage ring and grip it tightly in his hand.

This staff was adorned with five dragon heads, each in a different vibrant color, emanating a restless aura.

The dragons seemed almost alive, and under the infusion of his mana, they roared to the heavens, echoing across the sky.

Boom!

Just as Owen's massive Dharma Form was about to crush the White Protector, the Dragon Staff suddenly burst forth with dazzling light.

It was as if five ferocious dragons leapt from the staff, coiling above the White Protector like pillars holding up the sky, blocking Owen's punch.

The power of the Dharma Form, capable of grinding flesh to dust, reverberated through the void, causing it to tremble violently.

However, these five manifested dragons were not made of flesh; they were entirely composed of dense mana, exuding the dominant pressure of the dragon race, and astonishingly, they managed to withstand the punch.

The White Protector breathed a slight sigh of relief. This Dragon Staff was his life-bound staff, a legendary magical artifact imbued with the power of the dragon race.

He had relied on his own strength for most situations, rarely needing to use the Dragon Staff.

But now, Owen's combat power was so terrifying that he had no choice but to play his trump card.

Roar!

The five dragons on the Dragon Staff roared thunderously under the White Protector's command, their deafening cries echoing through the heavens.

The sound waves were incredibly effective in shaking mind power.

All the mages who heard the dragon's roar found their vision quickly blurring, their senses weakening as if they had suffered a severe blow to the head.

From Owen's previous attacks, it was clear that neither his physical body nor his Mana Void could be contested head-on.

In the White Protector's view, Owen's only weakness was his mind power.

Mind power cultivation was difficult, typically only increasing as one's level rose.

Given Owen's current level of only diamond-tier, even if his combat power was strong, his mental strength would surely be his weak point.

Among the five-colored dragons, aside from earth, fire, wind, and water, there was also a gray, ethereal dragon of mind power.

This, the White Protector believed, was his greatest opportunity.

However, as the mental dragon's roar spread, Owen's expression remained largely

unchanged, unlike the other mages.

Instead, he looked down calmly at the five-colored dragons. Suddenly, the descending fist erupted with a deep, mysterious glow.

Crack...

The force contained within Owen's punch, like a tidal wave, exploded forth, crushing the five- colored dragons.

Their faces contorted with agony, and their roars turned into cries of fear and despair.

Then, with a resounding boom, they shattered!

As the five-colored dragons were destroyed by Owen's punch, the hint of joy that had just appeared on the White Protector's face froze.

The Dragon Staff in his hand began to tremble slightly, and from the fierce dragon heads, cracks started to spread, crossing each other from top to bottom.

Finally, these cracks converged on the staff's shaft, which then abruptly shattered into tiny fragments, like grains of sand.

The White Protector's face turned deathly pale, his chest heaving violently, and dark red blood surged uncontrollably from his mouth.

The Dragon Staff was his life-bound artifact, connected to his mind and spirit, and was a legendary staff. Its destruction caused unimaginable backlash.

It was as if all his energy, vitality, and spirit were suddenly drained!

"It ends here!"

Sensing the White Protector's weakness, Owen seized the opportunity, delivering another mountain-like punch that thundered down, enveloping the White Protector's form entirely in its shadow.

In an instant, the combined power of the Dharma Form and Mana Void erupted.

The extreme black and pale white interwove, forming a yin-yang pattern on his fist, like two black and white fish chasing each other, radiating an overwhelming force of confinement. As the terrifying pressure descended, the White Protector was just about to activate his skills to escape when his body only half-phased before being locked in place by intersecting black and white light patterns.

These black and white patterns infiltrated every part of the White Protector's body, gradually sealing his blood and the vast sea of elements within him.

The White Protector tried to struggle and disperse this power, but the binding force only grew stronger!

In mere moments, he had turned into an ordinary, frail old man, his body exuding the stench of decay, his skin wrinkling like tree bark. His energy, vitality, and spirit were deflated like a punctured balloon, utterly withered.

In his dim eyes, only the rapidly approaching punch and a deep sense of regret remained.

He couldn't accept dying here.

He was a legend of Kyrik, on the verge of breaking through to become a grandmaster-tier

mage!

He should be standing high above the

world...

looking down upon the changing winds of the

"No!"

"You can't kill me, I am Kyrik's Protector! I am a legendary mage, about to step into the grandmaster-tier!"

At the brink of death, the White Protector let out a desperate cry and plea.

But before he could finish, Owen's punch, like a giant black-and-white maw, swallowed his

body whole.

The White Protector's body vanished into the void, leaving no trace behind, his presence

completely erased.

The White Protector had fallen!

The Kyrik King, the three master-tier mages, the six diamond-tier mages, and the many guards were all frozen in place, like puppets devoid of will.

The White Protector had been their strongest guardian, one of Kyrik's greatest assets.

After all, across the continent, master-tier Level 9 mages were few and far between, regarded

as the pinnacle of power.

But now, right before their eyes, he had been obliterated by Owen in just three punches!

In the next moment, the once-stunned Kyrik mages' faces were instantly filled with terror

and dread.

Even their strongest White Protector wasn't a match for Owen, who had killed him so easily. They felt their courage to face Owen slipping away entirely.

Owen's combat power was simply too terrifying!

At that moment, Owen's attention was entirely focused on the system interface.

After annihilating the master-tier Level 9 White Protector and reaping the substantial experience he provided, along with his previous accumulation, Owen's level had once again increased, reaching diamond-tier Level 9, just a step away from master-tier!

Additionally, the White Protector, being a figure of great importance in Kyrik, had

contributed 30,000 fate points upon his death!

Owen was extremely pleased with the system's rewards, but just then, his massive Dharma

Form began to tremble slightly. A deep sense of emptiness welled up within him, gnawing at his insides, causing extreme discomfort.

The combination of Dharma Form and Mana Void, while formidable enough to crush even seasoned veterans like the White Protector as easily as a chicken, consumed an enormousn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

amount of mana.

Now, after only a few moves, Owen's mana was nearly depleted, and even his Obsidify- enhanced body was starting to crack, unable to bear the massive load.

If he could perfectly control the fusion of Dharma Form and the domain, Owen felt strongly that even a sage-tier mage wouldn't be able to stand against him; he could even obliterate

them!

With a thought, Owen spent 500 fate points to purchase an Advanced Healing Potion, quickly restoring his body's depleted energy.

"Such a huge mana consumption... Regular methods won't suffice to provide a continuous supply of mana. It seems that I'll have to wait until the Tree of World matures so that it can continuously provide me with mana to meet the consumption..."

As his mana rapidly recovered, Owen's mind shifted to the Tree of World.

Only the Tree of World, with its immense power and uniqueness, could sustain the vast

amount of mana he would need in the future.

After all, even now, activating the Dharma Form already made him feel like he was running

out of mana.

He was also thinking about simultaneously using the Supreme Order along with other skills,

which would require even more mana-likely only the Tree of World could provide such an

endless supply.

While Owen was deep in thought, he suddenly sensed something. He quickly turned to look at

the palace shielded by the array.

There, a vast, overwhelming pressure suddenly erupted.

His instincts told him that this power was extremely dangerous, even life-threatening!