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

Chapter 333: Chapter330-The Ten-Year Progress of Various Factions



The gathering of the Black Iron Dwarves and other factions caught Damien off guard, but he didn't see it as entirely negative. As long as he could convince them to join forces against Owen, escape would be impossible for him.

The leaders of the Black Iron Dwarves and other factions, however, were shocked at Damien's persistent scheming, even trying to manipulate them into attacking!

Their faces changed abruptly.

If Damien wanted to court death, he'd better not drag them along!

Although their tribes had grown stronger and made significant progress, Owen's power and unfathomable depth were ingrained in their bones.

Even before Epoch's End, Owen could contend with celestial gods and even blackmail the Forbidden Zones.

No one knew just how powerful Owen had become.

Damien's survival thus far might even be Owen's way of testing them!

At this realization, the Black Iron Dwarves and the others trembled, abandoning any thought of striking out and instead scrambling over to Owen to pledge their loyalty.

"Lord Emperor, this man speaks falsehoods. We are absolutely loyal to you, as heaven and earth can witness!"

"Lord Emperor, please allow me to capture this man myself in your honor!"

Though most of them weren't a match for Damien, they showed no hesitation now.

Owen glanced at them, and every leader he looked upon respectfully lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

Owen ignored them for now and took a single step, appearing like a ghost right in front of Damien.

Damien was gathering mana, preparing to unleash his most powerful forbidden spell.

He realized he couldn't rely on anyone else; their awe of Owen was etched deeply in their bones. Only by killing Owen could he hope to command them.

But Owen's sudden approach caught him completely off guard.

Sensing danger, he ignited his mana, unleashing a magical pressure nearly ten times stronger than before.

"Owen! You've forced my hand!"

As his aura surged, Damien's face twisted in madness.

The leaders of the Black Iron Dwarves and other factions recoiled in shock at the terrifying energy Damien unleashed.

How had his strength surged so dramatically in such a short time?

He now rivaled a peak God Emperor-tier mage!

They had never witnessed such a powerful secret spell before.

Owen only gave him a casual look.

"Releasing endless light inward, massively igniting your potential, and using the Eternal Seal to prevent your body from collapsing. An interesting approach, but still insufficient before me."

Damien's fanatical expression froze, his hair standing on end.

Owen had seen through his plan with terrifying clarity.

How did Owen know all of this?!

It was as if he had no secrets from Owen!

"So what if you see through it? You should know the terrifying explosive power of these two supreme magics!"

Damien suppressed his fear, the volatile magic within him compressed to its limit, ready to explode in a wave of destruction.

And then-

Damien saw Owen's foot flying toward his chest.

His robust magical shield provided no defense as Owen's foot shattered it and landed hard on his abdomen.

Owen's kick was crushing!

Damien's abdomen caved in, the pain so intense he nearly vomited bile.

The volatile energy inside him was instantly scattered by the tremendous force of the kick, snuffing out his powerful attack before it could erupt.

Boom!

A deafening explosion sounded from Damien's abdomen as he was sent flying backward, his body curling like a bow.

He flew dozens of meters, skidding across the ground, leaving black grooves until he finally came to a stop.

Now, his clothes were torn to shreds, his hair and clothes coated in dust, looking as miserable as a beggar.

He staggered to his feet, his chest heaving, blood dripping from the corner of his mouth. When he looked up, his eyes held no trace of arrogance, only terror and dread.

Owen had effortlessly dismantled his most powerful attack, making Damien realize with chilling clarity just how vast the gulf between them had grown.

The strength, talent, and combat ability he'd once taken pride in were nothing but a joke to Owen.

Had Owen not been toying with him, he would have been defeated instantly.

The realization shattered Damien's pride, making him finally understand why those who had

lived through Owen's era felt such despair and reverence for him.

Standing in opposition to Owen was as hopeless as an ant facing the heavens.

The terrifying gap between them was insurmountable.

Immediately, a glowing formation appeared on Damien's body, warping the space around

him, preparing for an escape.

Owen's strength was despairing, but he believed that if he had time to train, he mightn/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

eventually catch up.

As long as he lived, there was hope!

But just as the spatial ripple appeared, Owen's hand struck down.

Smack!

A resounding slap landed on Damien's face, scattering his chaotic magic once more,

disrupting the spatial ripples.

As a top-tier genius, Damien had never been humiliated like this.

For a moment, he was stunned.

"You...you dare strike me?!"

Damien's eyes turned blood-red, feral with rage.

Owen sneered, "Weren't you just arrogant? Now you want to run? Isn't it a little late?"

With that, he slapped him again, leaving deep finger marks on his face.

The Moss Giants and others looked on in shock.

The aura Damien had unleashed just now had been terrifying enough to make them shiver, a

power that could threaten them.

Yet Owen had effortlessly dismantled it, reducing Damien to little more than a punching bag,

utterly defenseless.

Damien was a God Emperor-tier mage!

Even in this new era, where cultivation was incredibly enhanced, God Emperor-tier mages

were rare, each a prodigy with unique constitutions.

But this once-untouchable figure was now nothing more than a toy before Owen.

"After ten years of seclusion, the Lord Emperor's strength is even more unfathomable. Who

knows what level he's reached?"

"His tier may not be exceptionally high, but his combat power...he truly grows stronger against stronger opponents, an enigma of power," murmured the members of the Shadow

Clan, their eyes narrowing in awe.

At the same time, they felt a wave of relief.

Fortunately, they had remained loyal to the Lord Emperor, never considering rebellion. Otherwise, Damien's current state would have been their fate.

Vanessa and the spirits around her gazed at Owen with deep gratitude and reverence.

They were all souls Damien had wronged, but his power had been too great for them to seek justice, forcing them to exist as restless spirits.

If left in this state too long, they would lose themselves in revenge, turning into mindless,

vengeful spirits.

Now that Owen had defeated Damien, their bitterness began to dissolve.

Thud!

Owen kicked the gravely injured Damien into the dirt, preparing to deliver a final blow.

Vanessa and the spirits, filled with the memory of their suffering and humiliation, rushed

toward Damien with all their might.

Only by killing him themselves could they soothe the anger in their hearts.