School Transmigration: I, Chosen as the Saint by Dragons at the Start-Chapter 91 --Another Move

The white banner obscured other signs of life, emitting vibrations that greatly pleased the creature with sixteen eyes.

However, focusing on the white banner meant utilizing spirit power.

Having just stepped into the human realm, its spirit power was yet to fully awaken.

As a result, its already limited intellect, now further dulled by the diminished spirit power, became even more muddled.

After a while, the creature humanly scratched its head and slowly turned away, leaving the scene.

"Owen, are you trying to get us killed?"

With the greatest threat gone, Stanbeck could no longer hold back. He stepped forward, intending to grab Owen by the neck.

Finn, with a twist of his eyes, blocked Stanbeck’s advance, effectively cutting him off.

The arcanergy within Stanbeck surged, the patterns on his cheeks flickering wildly like a beating heart.

Owen didn’t spare Stanbeck a glance, instead focusing on Quincy: "What I hope for now is sincere cooperation from you, not tricks that put me in jeopardy."

Quincy’s expression remained unchanged, replying indifferently, "What are you talking about? I don’t understand."

Owen, no longer responding, stood coldly, waiting for the ghost in the well to fully emerge.

Stanbeck, suspicious, glanced between Owen and Quincy.

Had the sixteen-eyed creature been distracted by Quincy’s doing?

"Regardless, you owe me an explanation," Stanbeck, feeling utterly betrayed, demanded again, more forcefully.

"An explanation?" A cold light flashed in Owen’s eyes, and in the next second, he appeared in front of Stanbeck, seizing his neck and lifting him off the ground.

Owen’s hand had transformed into a dragon claw, sharp and pulsating with arcanergy.

If Owen willed it, the arcanergy on his claws could easily pierce Stanbeck’s major artery.

The members of the sea race were taken aback, unable to react in time.

Owen’s speed was too fast.

Stanbeck, too, widened his eyes in shock, terror filling his gaze as he mentally screamed, "How is this possible? I didn’t block a single move."

Phyllis stepped forward, her beautiful eyes filled with horror.

While others hadn’t seen clearly the exchange between Owen and Stanbeck, she had seen everything with absolute clarity.

Stanbeck, as a prodigy of the Neptune race, possessed extraordinary strength and experience.

Phyllis was confident that against any talent from any race, Stanbeck could demonstrate his superiority.

He had anticipated Owen’s first move, but in the instant of their confrontation, Owen flicked his dragon claw, rendering Stanbeck’s left hand, which was blocking Owen’s left, completely incapacitated.

Phyllis looked towards Stanbeck’s left hand.

There was a deep gash at the wrist of his left hand, from which blood glowing with a blue light was continuously oozing.

Had Stanbeck not retracted his hand quickly, it would have been severed by Owen’s claws.

And it was precisely because he pulled back his left hand that Owen’s dragon claw continued its upward trajectory, directly seizing Stanbeck’s neck, controlling his throat.

Quincy, who had also seen the details, had a flickering gaze, his murderous intent intensifying.

"Owen is even more exceptional than Barlo. He is almost invincible within his realm. Such a dragon must perish on the path to becoming a sage. The dragons having a young sage like Barlo is already remarkable. If Owen were to grow, the dragons would undoubtedly turn the world upside down."

"Owen must die on Heartstealer Island, and we must ensure the dragons suspect nothing."

"Owen must die."

Quincy, consumed by his growing murderous intent, didn’t realize that his eyes had become as cold as the northern polar regions, chilling to the bone to anyone who dared to look into them.

Owen, of course, did not notice this as he was already surrounded by the agitated members of the sea race.

"Damn it, release Lord Stanbeck at once."

"You’re not human, you have dragon claws?"

"I don’t care what race you are, attacking Lord Stanbeck is an affront to the neptune race, and you will certainly be punished."

"Bastard, apologize to Lord Stanbeck now, and we might let him spare your life."

Owen scratched his ear, lifting Stanbeck up and down:

"Seems like you’ve got it all wrong. Your lord’s life is in my hands. Is this really how you should be speaking?"

As he spoke the last few words, his tone was stern, like an elder reprimanding a junior. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

The sea race members immediately fell silent, looking at each other, realizing that there might be some truth to his words.

"If you kill Lord Stanbeck, you’ll never make it out of the Gosa Waters. Think about it."

"Indeed, Lord Stanbeck is the pride of the neptune race, highly regarded by our elders. You’d better think this through, Owen."

"Threatening me?" Owen tightened his dragon claw. "I respond to kindness, not to threats."

Stanbeck instantly felt enveloped by a will of death, as if he was already seeing his neptune race ancestors in heaven.

He gasped heavily, his hands flailing desperately.

Pleading for mercy, it was quite evident.

The sea race members also dared not further provoke Owen, realizing he was serious and not intimidated by their threats.

"Mr. Owen, I apologize on behalf of Stanbeck and hope you can spare him," Phyllis stepped forward, her voice instantly drawing Owen’s attention.

Her voice was like a melody from heaven, clear and melodious.

It carried a mysterious charm, as if coming from the distant depths of the sea, smooth as silk.

Her voice struck directly at the heart, capable of making even the most bloodthirsty person lay down their weapons.

Compared to her voice, her stunning beauty and devilish figure seemed less significant.

Owen narrowed his eyes, thinking to himself:

"Any cultivator with weak mind power would be willing to serve Phyllis at the mere sound of her voice."

Finn, Morton, and Berkeley were already entranced.

In their minds, they had already decided on the names of their children with Phyllis.

Their faces bore sweet smiles, like children who had just received their favorite candy.

Seeing Owen’s silence, Phyllis’s lips curved into an enchanting smile.

She had never lacked male attention since birth.

Just hearing her speak was enough to drive men into a frenzy, longing to support, protect, and cherish her...

A trace of pride flickered in Phyllis’s eyes: "I don’t even need my pheromones; my voice alone can conquer the world. The saint of dragons is no exception."

Owen coughed, his face wearing a strange smile: "I am a man of principles. Stanbeck provoked me first, and I am determined to kill him. But since the esteemed merfolk lady pleads for him, I am willing to oblige Miss Phyllis."

Phyllis’s smile, unexpectedly shy, adorned her face as though she was graced with an unbearable favor.

"Mr. Owen, a noble dragon, has given me face, and I don’t know how to thank Mr. Owen enough."

Her expression was reminiscent of a high school girl encountering her crush – pure, bashful...

This demeanor almost clenched the hearts of every male present.

Many thought, "I would gladly die for Miss Phyllis."

Owen, with a cold expression, remarked, "Then consider it a debt for now."

"?" Phyllis was puzzled. I was just being polite, and you’re taking it seriously?

Was Owen not affected?

"Your little tricks might work on them, but how could they possibly make me fall?" Owen, concealing his emotion, yawned and added, "Oh, and by the way, that look of yours has zero effect on me."

Phyllis’s countenance darkened, still stunningly beautiful.

She clenched her fist, then relaxed, a smile once again gracing her face, "Mr. Owen, with your vast experience, is naturally unaffected by me."

Owen casually toyed with the Stanbeck in his hand, "Do you still want him? You can repay me with a favor."

Phyllis, unusually serious, pondered, "Not at the cost of my body."

Owen scoffed disdainfully, "You’re too confident in yourself."

Phyllis’s face turned utterly dark.

Owen, noticing her rising anger, tossed Stanbeck at her feet as if discarding trash, "Tell him to watch his tone with me in the future. I won’t be so lenient next time."

Stanbeck, with a burst of energy, stood up, "Owen, you..."

Phyllis, suppressing her rage, whispered sternly, "Stanbeck, keep it down."

Stanbeck shrank back, daring not to speak further.

Owen hadn’t expected that between Stanbeck and Phyllis, it was actually Phyllis who held the dominant position.

Bessie and Aldington stood nearby, utterly astounded.

The lofty geniuses of the neptune and merfolk races were practically holding their breath in Owen’s presence.

They had heard about Owen back in school.

Invisible man, pushover, coward... these were the titles they had heard associated with him.

But the Owen they saw now was far from cowardly.

Every move he made radiated an air of dominance, utterly subduing Stanbeck and Phyllis, leaving them unable to raise their heads.

The Saint of the Sea Race and the Saintess of the Sea Race exchanged glances, their eyes reflecting a mix of complex emotions: envy, confusion, shock, discomfort...

But one thought was common between them.

"This is what a true saint looks like. What kind of life have we been living?"