Damn, I Have to Marry the Strongest Antagonist at the Start?-Chapter 540 - 536-The Man Who Fought the Grand Sage!

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The void before Chimera trembled violently, streaks of deathly black rays corroding space and letting out sharp, mournful screeches.

This was Chimera’s most devastating attack—renowned among beings of its tier as the uncrowned king. Its power was nightmarish.

As those black beams shot toward Owen, the flow of time and space itself seemed to warp.

Everyone present moved as though in slow motion, watching helplessly as the deadly beams surged toward their target.

Chimera’s face twisted into fanatical ecstasy.

"Die! All of you, die!"

It had long harbored killing intent toward this man who showed no reverence to The Celestial. And now, it imagined Owen torn to shreds by its attack.

But just as Chimera’s crazed shout rang out—

A chilling glint flashed in Owen’s eyes.

In a heartbeat, he released little Leslie’s hand, balled his own into a fist, and punched directly at the incoming black rays!

That single punch was raw and domineering—like iron tearing through the sky. Cracks spread across the void, as though the moment his fist struck, the galaxy itself would collapse.

Chimera’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Owen had been within its temporal field just moments ago, slowed down by warped time. And yet now, not only had he broken free, but the aura from that punch was terrifying.

This man’s strength… could not be underestimated.

Before it could finish the thought—

BOOM!

Chimera’s pupils shrank violently as Owen’s fist crashed into its attack. The black rays shattered in an instant!

The tyrannical force behind that punch surged forward like a tidal wave, completely overwhelming Chimera.

It struggled to escape—but no matter how it resisted, it couldn’t shake off the crushing weight of that will.

Sensing death, Chimera’s fur bristled. It forced its vast mana to converge into a strange rune—one that wriggled like a living thing. From it, a blood-red beam erupted!

That scarlet ray, infused with its very lifeforce, clashed against Owen’s fist and barely pushed him back a few steps.

Yet Chimera’s fur instantly dulled—like withered grass in autumn.

Owen, regaining his stance, didn’t intend to waste time. He had more pressing matters.

He glared coldly at Chimera and barked:

"Get lost."

The voice tore through the void like thunder.

Chimera, undeterred, opened its massive jaws and devoured the surrounding elements and [Order], converting them into raw life essence. Its faded fur regained its luster.

"The one who should leave—is you, Owen. This is no place for you. Walk away now, and you might still enjoy a final celebration. Stay—and you’ll never leave alive!"

With a thunderous roar, Chimera lunged again.

This time, it sacrificed even more of its life essence, intensifying the ancient rune across its chest. From it shot a blinding red beam—more vicious than before!

But Owen, already pushed to fury, struck again—

Heaven Emperor Fist!

One punch—[Order] collapsed!

The heavens turned upside down.

The end of the world.

A sovereign pressure descended on all beings present—so heavy it felt like invisible chains locked around them. None could move.

Seeing Owen meet its attack head-on, Chimera’s grin widened, laced now with cruelty.

So long as it wasn’t obliterated in one blow, it could consume everything to regenerate.

Even gods stronger than it had been exhausted to death this way.

What was Owen in comparison?

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Countless eyes watched as Owen clashed once more with the deadly red beam.

The world trembled. Stars shattered.

They became the eye of the storm—waves of destruction rippling out endlessly.

Within the cracked void, twisted illusions flickered—visions of an endless, apocalyptic duel.

A battle that would shake the heavens and black out the sun and moon.

"No wonder he’s the strongest and strangest of The Celestial’s spellbeasts… Even Owen can’t finish him off?"

War Goddess’s expression grew grim.

She had long fought Chimera and knew how terrifying it was. But she also knew how terrifying Owen was.

And yet, despite Owen’s unrelenting attacks—Chimera endured.

But just as War Goddess’s concern deepened, the expressions of the other gods suddenly changed.

Behind Owen, an awe-inspiring celestial figure manifested—a colossal form resembling a divine emperor surveying the cosmos!

This phantom clenched its fists—and like meteors, they struck at Chimera!

The blow was so fast, so devastating, that most could only register a blur—then saw Chimera sent flying, coughing blood and staining its chest red.

One hit.

And Chimera was gravely wounded. All signs of parity had vanished.

As it flew backward, the emperor’s domineering will seeped into its body, halting its regeneration and invading deeper.

Just as Chimera stabilized itself—

That imperial will exploded inside it.

Chimera tried to suppress the eruption, but it was too late.

Its body turned golden. Then—

Into light.

Chimera… was dead.

The moment struck everyone like thunder. The onlookers went pale.

Chimera wasn’t just any spellbeast—it was the strongest beneath the Grand Sage himself.

And now, just minutes into a fight with Owen—it was gone.

"Owen! You dare! You’ll pay for this!"

"Together! Avenge Chimera!"

Chimera’s spellbeast companions—eyes bloodshot—roared in fury, abandoning their own opponents and charging at Owen en masse.

They had grown up, trained, and fought alongside Chimera. Its death—unacceptable.

Owen’s eyes turned ice-cold.

"I didn’t plan to waste time with you. But since you insist on dying—so be it."

He hadn’t meant to unleash this much killing intent. But they kept pushing.

As his chilling voice spread, the surrounding spellbeasts felt as though they were in a sea of corpses. A suffocating scent of blood filled the air.

But for these bloodthirsty spellbeasts—Owen’s words only fueled their rage.

"Your opponents… are us!"

Suddenly—War Goddess and others leapt in, striking at the charging spellbeasts from behind, forcing them to retreat.

They knew how deep the bond between Owen and Leslie ran.

This was not the time for delays.

"Owen, go! Leave this to us!"

They called out via spiritual transmission as they attacked.

Owen instantly understood—these spellbeasts weren’t just seeking vengeance.

They were trying to stall him.

He calmed himself, then led Ysera and the others, breaking through and flying toward the ancient starry sky.

The longer Leslie fused with the throne,

The greater the risk.

He couldn’t waste another second.