Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?-Chapter 536 532-The Authority of the Plane

"No matter the cost of becoming the Plane's ruler, whether I can bear it or not is none of your concern. Surrender the throne!"

As she spoke, Leslie's stance turned resolute, devoid of any room for negotiation.

She no longer feared anyone.

And she certainly did not need to show this elder any respect.

Leslie's audacious attitude made the elder furrow his brows. He took a deep breath and said,

"Leslie, do you truly believe you are strong enough to contend with me now?"

"You are far too arrogant. The Authority of the Plane is not something a mere mortal like you can wield!"

"The Authority of the Plane belongs to me and me alone!"

His emotions flared as the confrontation between them grew increasingly intense.

Leslie shook her head. "Setting aside the fact that the Authority you claim to possess was stolen, even if you had fully mastered it, today, you must relinquish it!"

"The Plane's ruler has always been me, from beginning to end—not you, a mere thief!"

Leslie's scathing words made even the elder's iron-willed heart tremble with rage. His chest heaved with anger.

This Leslie—she truly did not regard him as anything more than an obstacle!

"Leslie, the ruler of this Plane can only be me! Neither you nor anyone else can meddle in this!"

His tone was unwavering as a tremendous pressure erupted from his body, surging outward to force Leslie into submission.

However, as the elder unleashed his immense energy, Leslie did not stand idle.

She, too, released the mysterious power of Dominion.

A field of icy energy expanded across time and space, creating a domain that enveloped the battlefield.

Their powers clashed head-on!

Boom!

The void around them trembled violently, tearing open enormous cracks visible to the naked eye.

Through those rifts, an endless abyss of darkness could be seen.

After several successive collisions, the elder still could not suppress Leslie, and his expression darkened.

He had already suspected that Leslie's power was monstrous—surpassing all his subordinates and rivaling his own.

But now that they were locked in battle, he was forced to fully acknowledge it.

Leslie had carved out her own unique path.

Even he could not suppress her easily!

However, the elder had not spent his years in seclusion idly.

Seeing that conventional methods would not work against Leslie, he resorted to his trump card.

Above his head, countless apocalyptic bolts of lightning began to crackle.

The very fabric of space was shredded by the chaotic arcs, spreading like the roots of a massive tree.

Apocalyptic Divine Thunder!

A force capable of annihilating entire worlds.

One of the elder's deadliest weapons.

As this divine lightning spread its destructive waves, all the Plane's top mages trembled in terror, sensing the aura of death.

They had all witnessed the devastation of this lightning before.

It had reduced entire civilizations to dust in the past.

No artifact, no spell could withstand it—everything disintegrated upon contact.

Just the mere presence of this thunder filled them with the instinct to flee.

"Apocalyptic Divine Thunder, is it?"

Unlike the terrified god-tier mages, Leslie remained composed.

She had encountered this lightning before, alongside Owen.

Back then, their power had been too weak to face it directly—they could only evade.

But now?

Things were different.

She had forged her own path.

Even this devastating thunder no longer seemed insurmountable.

In an instant, the power of Dominion manifested as an ancient, intricate formation that expanded outward from Leslie.

Countless runes emerged from the formation, intertwining to form crystalline chains of Dominion.

The moment the chains materialized, the elder's pupils shrank in shock.

He had known that Leslie possessed a unique power of Dominion, one capable of controlling nearly all aspects of Order in the Plane.

A power that surpassed the vast majority of divine laws.

But in his mind, Dominion was still inferior to the chaotic forces of Apocalyptic Divine Thunder.

Yet, as the chains solidified, he realized the truth—

Not only could Dominion control Order, but it could also command chaos.

Even Apocalyptic Divine Thunder itself!

"Impossible!"

"How can you wield power beyond this Plane?"

The elder's eyes widened in disbelief.

This should not have been possible!

He was not fighting alone—he had already borrowed the Authority of the Plane.

In this state, he should have been invincible.

And yet, against Leslie, he was being suppressed.

Leslie was a being of this Plane.

So how had she mastered such an unfathomable power?

He could not understand.

Leslie, however, simply gazed at the stunned elder and spoke calmly.

"You are a remnant of an old era. There is no place for you in the new age."

As she spoke, countless Dominion chains coiled around her hand.

Then, she reached out toward the descending bolts of Apocalyptic Divine Thunder.

At that moment, space itself contorted as if bound by serpentine chains of white energy.

With a simple grasp, the sky above Leslie collapsed inward, swallowing the bolts of divine lightning as if they were nothing more than a bundle of cloth.

Then, with a sudden, violent contraction—

The Dominion chains detonated, obliterating the Apocalyptic Divine Thunder entirely!

A deafening explosion echoed through the skies.

The heavens, once chaotic and seething with lightning, were now swallowed by darkness.

The elder, who had wielded the divine thunder, was sent hurtling backward, coughing blood.

His aged body quaked under the force of the backlash, even fracturing in some places.

At that moment, Leslie's icy gaze locked onto him.

Chains of Dominion wrapped around her right hand, transforming it into a gauntlet of unimaginable power.

Then—

She struck.

Boom!

The elder, already weakened by his failed attack, could not resist the full force of Leslie's strike.

The sheer impact sent him crashing through the void, slamming into the golden throne behind him.

He tumbled thousands of meters before finally regaining control, only managing to stabilize himself thanks to the throne's remaining power.

Had it not been for the throne absorbing part of the impact, he was certain—

He would have died.

Reduced to nothing but dust in the chaos.

Leslie's power far exceeded what he had ever imagined.

Step. Step.

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Just as the elder steadied himself, he heard the crisp sound of footsteps approaching.

Looking up, he saw Leslie.

Like an ice-cold goddess of war, she walked toward him.

Her steps were slow, deliberate—yet reality itself seemed to shrink around her, hastening their inevitable confrontation.

For the first time, the elder felt fear.

He had fought countless foes over the ages, emerging victorious every time.

He had been wounded before—but never had he been so utterly overwhelmed.

It felt as though Leslie was already the true ruler of the Plane, while he was the pretender.

"Surrender the throne."

Leslie's voice was frigid.

"I won't say it again."

The elder remained silent.

Then, after a long pause—

He yielded.

He knew that if he continued to resist, he would die here.

Leslie would not hesitate to end him.

A golden light streaked through the sky as the throne of the Plane soared toward Leslie.

At the same time, the elder turned and fled into the depths of the void.

Leslie did not pursue him.

Instead, she set her sights on the golden throne before her.

She knew the elder had left behind countless hidden schemes.

Chasing him was meaningless.

The priority now was to claim the Authority of the Plane.