Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 796: An Old Lady

Their bodies went rigid, and one by one, their mouths fell open in silent horror as they stared at Max, trembling from head to toe. It was as though the laws of their world had been upended before their very eyes, and standing in the center of it all was Max, serene and composed, who turned his faint pinkish-red eyes toward them with a calm, detached indifference that made the blood in their veins run cold.

”M-Max... w-who is that?” Josh asked his voice stuttering in fear.

Max turned to look at them and shrugged. ”Of course she is June. She wanted to kill me but alas she was too weak. Moreover she was a bitch and a bitch like that always end up like that. Poor girl.”

All of them terrified even more hearing Max talking so calmly about her. Even Gayle and Rose felt their heart tremble seeing Max so calm.

What they all coudn’t believe was that only a minute or a half was it take them to catch up to Max and June but in that time June was in a state where she would she wish she was dead. They for a moment couldn’t believe that a battle was even fought but the destruction of the forest a proof that a battle was indeed fought here but what they didn’t know was that it was a one sided brutality.

Max stood over June’s ruined form as he slowly shook his head, strands of hair falling forward across his forehead. ”I told you it wouldn’t end up good for you, but you didn’t listen,” he murmured softly, his voice filled with a cool finality as if he were simply stating an obvious truth rather than delivering a death sentence.

Then, as though this were merely business to be concluded, Max reached out for his sword.

The steel shimmered, its surface flickering with faint runes as he lifted it high, aiming the point toward June’s scorched neck. His gaze was utterly cold, devoid of hesitation, his grip steady as stone.

But just as he prepared to deliver the finishing stroke, a panicked shout cut through the tense silence like a blade.

”Yo-You can’t kill her!” Frank bellowed, his voice cracking with both fear and desperation. His eyes were wide and bloodshot, and his whole body trembled as he stood clutching his weapon, beads of sweat rolling down his face.

Max paused, glancing sideways at Frank with a faintly quizzical tilt of his head. ”Huh? Why not?” he asked, his tone eerily casual, as if they were discussing the price of fruit in a market rather than the fate of a Heaven Grade genius. ”She wanted to kill me, so it’s only natural that I kill her, right?”

Frank blinked, momentarily stunned by the simplicity of Max’s logic, his mouth opening and closing like a fish gasping for air before he finally forced the words out, drawing on some hidden reservoir of courage. ”If you kill her, you’ll be hunted down by the Void Soul Tower! They will kill you for sure!” he shouted, his voice echoing through the devastated clearing.

Max’s eyes slid over to Frank with a slow, dismissive look, as though he were regarding a stubborn child. He gave a faint, one-shouldered shrug. ”I don’t care,” he said flatly. ”She wanted to kill me, and I will kill her for that. It’s this simple.”

As he spoke, he began to bring the sword down in a swift arc, the blade singing through the air as it neared June’s ravaged throat.

But before the blade could find its mark, a sudden, immense pressure slammed into Max’s body from the side—a force so powerful and abrupt that it blasted him off his feet like a rag doll.

Bang!

He crashed into a thick tree trunk dozens of meters away, the impact splitting the ancient wood with a thunderous crack. Bark exploded outward in a shower of splinters as Max’s body embedded into the tree, blood spraying from his lips in a bright crimson arc. The ground beneath him buckled from the force as the echo of the impact rolled through the forest like distant thunder.

Max grunted, wincing as he wrenched himself free from the tree’s jagged maw, coughing violently as blood dripped from the corner of his mouth. His sword fell from his fingers and clattered to the ground as he wiped his lips, his eyes narrowing dangerously as he stared back toward the clearing.

Floating there, as if she had materialized from thin air, was an old lady radiating an aura so potent it warped the very air around her in shimmering waves of oppressive force. Her hair, pure silver and flowing like a silken waterfall, framed a face carved with deep lines of both age and stern authority. Her eyes, glowing a fierce jade green, locked onto Max with a searing intensity that could have shattered stone.

She hovered just above the ground, her robes rippling outward in waves as though caught in an unseen tempest, her presence alone radiating power on a level that made the air crackle and hiss.

”How dare you?!” she snarled, her voice vibrating with rage and carrying the weight of thunder. Each syllable struck the air like a physical blow, and the ground beneath her feet fractured in a spiderweb of fissures as her killing intent flooded the clearing.

Looking at the scorched figure of June, her eyes shimmered in rage.

Max forced himself upright, still coughing as he steadied his stance. He wiped the blood from his lips with the back of his trembling hand and glared at the old lady with a glint of defiance. He knew instantly that this was no ordinary opponent—that the old lady was on a level entirely beyond anything he’d yet faced.

”Who did this? WHO DID THIS?!” the old lady roared, her voice shaking the entire clearing like the rumble of an earthquake, her eyes blazing with jade fury as arcs of crackling energy pulsed around her slender fingers.

Her aura flared so intensely that the ground beneath her feet crumbled into fissures, and the trees nearby bent away as though trying to flee her wrath.

Without pausing, she dropped her gnarled hand over June’s burned, motionless body, a soft, shimmering light of emerald mana radiating from her palm as she poured it desperately into the charred flesh, trying to heal the horrific wounds. The raw power of her mana churned like a raging river, the air thickening with its potency as her face twisted between rage and panic.