Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 895: Supression

Yet even in this battered state, even as it trembled on the verge of death, the dragon did not retreat deeper into the pool to escape. Instead, it stubbornly positioned itself in front of the Pure Yang Flower, its body coiled defensively, guarding it with all the strength it had left.

Kyle stood at the edge of the blood-soaked pool, his expression calm yet filled with an innate arrogance that seemed to radiate from his very being. Looking down at the battered three-headed black dragon, his eyes carried the superiority of one who believed himself unmatched.

His voice, clear and crisp like finely polished jade, carried easily across the battlefield as he spoke, ”Beast, I pity the time and effort it has taken for you to cultivate to such a level. If you are willing to offer your soul blood and become my spiritual pet, I will spare your life.”

The three-headed black dragon, despite its grievous injuries, still possessed the intelligence of a human. It fully understood the meaning behind Kyle’s words. Its three bloodied heads lifted slightly, their crimson eyes glaring at Kyle with defiance. Blood continued to drip from its scales, yet its spirit remained unbroken.

After a brief moment of silence, its throats vibrated, and a guttural, choking roar erupted from its mouths, filled with hatred and refusal.

Kyle’s eyes narrowed slightly, his arrogance now laced with a hint of cold killing intent. ”Since you choose death,” he said, his voice still calm but cutting through the air like ice, ”then I will grant your wish.”

His snow-white embroidered robe fluttered slightly in the breeze as he raised his right hand, palm facing downward. mana surged like a torrent, condensing into a dazzling golden glow that shone as bright as the sun.

Within moments, three intricate golden seals formed in his palm, each one pulsating with destructive power. With a flick of his wrist, the seals shot forward, splitting through the air with a loud sonic boom before slamming down on each of the dragon’s three heads.

”Roar!” The dragon roared in fury and desperation, unleashing gouts of venom and clouds of poisonous gas in an attempt to stop the golden seals. Under normal circumstances, in its peak state, its venom could melt through enchanted weapons and corrode spiritual barriers with ease.

But now, severely injured and drained from its battle with Nell’s group, its power had waned drastically. The golden seals, unimpeded, struck their targets.

”Puff! Puff! Puff!” Three sharp, wet impacts echoed across the clearing as the seals smashed into its skulls, causing blood to gush out from all three heads. Deep cracks spread across its armored scales, and its body convulsed violently in pain.

Nell, who had been lying on the ground recovering, and her two companions, turned pale instantly. Even they, disciples of the feared Void Soul Tower, were shaken by the sheer dominance Kyle displayed. Max, still hidden in the shadows, felt his pupils shrink slightly. ’Isn’t his strength... too terrifying?’ he thought, his mind racing.

He knew Kyle was strong, but this was beyond what he had imagined—far beyond what most peak Legend Rank cultivators could achieve.

Kyle took a slow, deliberate step forward, reaching out with both hands. Golden light flared brighter, cascading from his body like sunlight piercing through storm clouds, then condensed into a colossal golden hand that rippled with terrifying energy.

With a single downward motion, the massive golden hand grasped the dragon’s central head, its fingers digging deep into the beast’s scale-covered flesh.

”Roar!!!” The three-headed black dragon screeched and thrashed, trying desperately to break free, its tail whipping the ground with enough force to shatter stone. But Kyle’s grip did not budge. His expression hardened, and he gave a loud shout as he pulled with overwhelming strength.

”Bang!” The sound reverberated like thunder as Kyle ripped the beast’s enormous body from the pool, water cascading down like a crimson waterfall. He swung his arm effortlessly, and the three-headed black dragon, dozens of feet long and several feet thick, slammed onto the grass with an earth-shaking crash.

The impact made the ground tremble, deep cracks spreading from where the beast landed. Its three heads screamed in agony, blood spurting wildly and flowing across the grass, forming a small bloody stream that soaked into the earth. The smell of iron filled the air, sharp and suffocating.

Everyone present stared in wide-eyed shock, their faces pale, their hearts pounding uncontrollably. Even Arnold and his two companions, who had been elated by Kyle’s arrival, were left speechless.

The roar of the three-headed black dragon shook the earth and sky, carrying such raw, untamed power that even Kyle, who stood like a god overlooking the battlefield, felt the impact reverberate through his bones.

The beast, despite its grievous injuries, still carried an unyielding spirit, refusing to bow before any human.

Kyle’s expression remained calm but filled with an intimidating majesty, his voice clear and commanding as he declared, ”Beast, I will give you one last chance. Submit to me now, and live.” His tone was absolute, the kind of voice that brooked no defiance, like a divine decree cast down from the heavens.

But the three-headed black dragon would not yield. It raised its bloodstained heads high, eyes burning with wild defiance and hatred, and released an ear-splitting roar, its blood-soaked aura surging like a violent tide. The air trembled under the sheer weight of its refusal, a final statement that it would rather die than submit.

Kyle’s patience snapped. His brows furrowed in displeasure, and a cold gleam flickered in his eyes. ”Stubborn.” His right palm rose high, golden energy swirling around it like a storm, preparing to crush the beast once and for all. But then, mid-strike, his expression changed drastically.

From the central head of the dragon, a blood-red bead the size of a fist suddenly emerged, spinning violently as it floated into the air. It pulsed like a living heart, radiating terrifying energy.

”Beast core?” Kyle muttered, his tone shifting to shock.

Nell and her companions also gasped, their expressions frozen in disbelief. The yellow-faced young man was the first to react, his face draining of color as he shouted, ”Not good, it’s going to self-destruct its beast core! Retreat, quickly!”