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

Chapter 428: Chapter424-Reversal Mastery



Their earlier attacks on Owen had failed to yield results, leaving many of them in despair. But now, through Caesar, they glimpsed hope.

Owen could be hurt.

Spurred by Caesar's success, the Throne Celestials who had once dominated the Pure Land now focused their full might on Owen. Together, they surged toward him in a unified onslaught, their combined aura like an unstoppable tidal wave.

The sight of seven Throne Celestials attacking as one left the onlookers utterly speechless.

This was a spectacle of unimaginable proportions, an unparalleled display of power and malice.

The roars of the Throne Celestials reverberated like thunder across the battlefield:

"Owen, why continue this futile struggle? Surrender now, and we will grant you a swift end!" "Resisting any longer only wastes everyone's time!"

Amid their cries, Owen exhaled deeply. With a steadying breath, he unleashed the full power of the Light-Dark Seals.

Waves of energy, charged with a unique force capable of reversing the heavens and sealing all creation, rippled outward from him.

Those familiar with Owen's abilities immediately recognized the Light-Dark Seals as one of his deadliest techniques, a legacy passed down from the God of Light and the Lord of Stars, imbued with unimaginable power.

The three black-robed celestial gods under Caesar's command froze in alarm.

They had witnessed this skill before, during the battle at the Sanctuary of Deities.

Even Caesar himself had been caught off guard, allowing Owen and his allies to escape.

The memory of that escape remained vivid and haunting.

"Stay calm!" one of the black-robed celestial gods barked. "If we attack together, Owen will stand no chance!"

"Exactly! As powerful as the Light-Dark Seals may be, they are nothing compared to our combined might!"

Despite their shared unease, the Throne Celestials exuded confidence. They roared defiantly as they summoned their ultimate techniques:

"Endless Flesh!"

"Ethereal Glyph Waters!"

"Crimson Meteor!"

"Fel Nova!"

A kaleidoscope of terrifying spells streaked toward Owen, each radiating overwhelming energy.

The battlefield seemed to explode into a dazzling spectacle of light and death.

But Owen, surrounded by this apocalyptic assault, remained unnervingly calm.

Closing his eyes, he relied on his heightened spiritual perception to lock onto each devastating attack.

The Light-Dark Seals pulsed with energy, their chaotic, primal waves emanating from Owen like a storm that defied order itself.

These techniques, crafted to devastate Throne Celestials with a single blow, were now arrayed against Owen en masse.

Yet, even as this realization settled in, a flicker of understanding crossed his face.

"What if..." he murmured, "...I reverse it?"

The thought took root, quickening his pulse.

Without hesitation, Owen began to reverse the flow of the Light-Dark Seals.

As he initiated the reversal, the stable energy within him erupted violently, like oil meeting water in a boiling cauldron.

The reversed Light-Dark Seals transformed into an unparalleled force of chaos, as if the very essence of creation was unraveling into entropy.

From Owen's body, this reversed power surged outward, transcending all Order, eclipsing every magical presence on the battlefield.

The Throne Celestials froze, their eyes wide with dread.

Sargeras and Caesar, their expressions filled with disbelief, could only stare as Owen's power overwhelmed the arena.

"What kind of terrifying power has Owen mastered?"

"This... this force surpasses the limits of Throne Celestial! It's beyond comprehension!"

"Is this a hidden strength he's always possessed, or has he just now achieved this

breakthrough? How could it be so horrifying?"

"This is no longer defiance; it's an affront to heaven itself!"

The aura emanating from Owen carried an unmistakable promise of death, silencing the

battlefield with its sheer oppressive weight.

Caesar's face darkened, his confidence eroding.

Moments earlier, he had held the upper hand, suppressing Owen with ease.

Now, that advantage had evaporated.

Worse, Owen's reversed power was the very force Caesar had long coveted.

Envy flared within him, burning alongside frustration.

Among the onlookers, Venus was the only one with some understanding of what was

happening. Her expression tightened in shock.

"He reversed it..." she whispered, her pupils contracting.

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Stars' Eternal Seal.

Though she wasn't an expert in this technique, she understood its principles well.

The idea of reversing such a powerful skill was unfathomable.

Yet Owen had not only conceived of it but achieved it.

From the distant Demon Sky Citadel, Archdemon and others watched the dazzling light above

the Demon Abyss.

Their faces softened with hints of nostalgic awe.

Ymir and Elysia, meanwhile, exhaled in relief.

"Lord Owen's strength is unparalleled. Even with all the Throne Celestials combined, it seems today will mark their defeat," Elysia remarked.

Ymir nodded, her eyes shimmering with pride. "They underestimated him-his potential and

resilience."

Meanwhile, the remaining Throne Celestials, led by Sargeras, stared at Owen with growing

unease.

If they failed today, they couldn't imagine another opportunity to kill him. This battle had been meticulously planned, their strategies honed for months.

Yet, once again, Owen defied every expectation, turning their careful preparations into

nothing more than empty dreams.

"This man," one whispered, "is beyond comprehension."

In the Pure Land, Kawa Zang and others watched with bated breath.

"Owen truly lives up to his reputation as an idol to so many," one said. "With strength like

this, who wouldn't look up to him?"

"His combat prowess is unmatched," another agreed. "He's achieved the impossible time

and time again."

As the Light-Dark Seals reached their zenith, Owen turned his icy gaze toward the retreating

Throne Celestials.

His killing intent radiated like frost across a barren wasteland.

If this skill was one of his ultimate trump cards, he would ensure it wasn't wasted.

"Someone will die here today," he murmured, his voice like a tiger preparing to strike.

Scanning his adversaries, his eyes settled on his next targets.

He had already eliminated the weaker Heaven of Desire entity. Now, with his strength elevated, he would select stronger prey.

The Throne Celestials, understanding his intent, felt an involuntary shiver pass through their

bodies.

Though they were at the pinnacle of mage-kind, each Throne Celestial knew that when Owen decided to kill, he rarely failed.

As they instinctively began to retreat, Owen locked his sights on several figures, his resolve

unyielding.