Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1386 Answers!

"I am Lilith Carol, leader of the Carol Family." In that instant, a commanding woman among the seven family heads voiced her words, her eyes fixed steadily and inscrutably on Max. Her tone stayed composed, yet it held a power that hushed the nearby elders. "Let me ask you, what would your feelings be if I demanded you pass that sword to some other disciple in the Black Dragon Palace?"

Max responded without a pause. His face stayed serene, and his reply rang out clearly. "To be frank, I would start to resent the Black Dragon Palace for such a choice. I'm the one who tamed this sword, and it selected me. Taking it away to give to another would ignore both my hard work and the sword's own choice."

Lilith Carol observed him briefly, then posed the question once more with a subtle shift in her voice. "But what if that step was done for the overall benefit of the Verdant Sky Realm?"

A subtle smirk tugged at Max's mouth, even as he kept his voice in check. "We shouldn't rush to judgments. Should there be some other disciple apart from me who can really wield this sword and earn its recognition, I'd gladly yield it without a fight. Yet if I'm forced to give it up to someone the sword hasn't picked, I'd suspect the Black Dragon Palace of hidden agendas. In that case, my faith in the Black Dragon Palace and the Black Dragon Clan itself would surely waver."

Once his statement hung in the air, a wave of disturbance swept across the chamber. Whispers erupted as elders turned to each other, sharing looks and muttering their views. A few scowled at his directness, while others gave subtle nods, seemingly unable to argue against his logic. The atmosphere grew thick, as the impact of his position dawned on all those gathered.

Following this exchange, the inquiries pressed on. Heads from the other major families rose one by one to speak, occasionally accompanied by those from the thirty-six halls. They delved into his ethical limits, challenged his devotion, and tried to uncover if any greed or harshness hid behind his tranquil surface.

Certain ones questioned if he'd give his life for the Black Dragon Palace, whereas others explored his values amid offers of influence and allure.

All the while, Max held firm. He tackled every query with straightforward honesty, avoiding any flourishes or omissions of his real opinions. He shared just what mattered, displaying his nature without leaving openings for misinterpretation.

When the session of questions finally wrapped up, a thoughtful quiet enveloped the hall, with many coming to see that Max Morgan bore more than just a perilous sword.

"I am Matthew Grimes." Now, the Grimes Family head at last broke his silence, his words even but laced with a command that swiftly quelled the soft buzz in the vast room. His eyes lingered on Max, blending curiosity with a measured evaluation. "So, tell me, how do you plan to handle the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan?"

"This junior pays respects to the Grimes Family head." Max offered a profound bow, his stance full of genuine deference. Those watching closely would note this marked his first bow since arriving in the hall, directed solely at Matthew Grimes. He then rose straight and locked eyes with Matthew without wavering.

"Regarding Lord Grimes' inquiry, I have a direct response." A light grin crossed his features. "If they want to battle me, I'll grant them that clash. I'll show them plainly that the Black Dragon Palace isn't a spot where just anyone can barge in, issue orders, and leave without harm."

"Oh?" Matthew Grimes lifted a brow just a touch, his engagement clearly sparked. "You talk like victory is assured for you." With that, every eye in the hall turned to Max. Even those elders who'd seemed detached before now watched him closely.

Under the weight of their stares, Max didn't waver. He replied with a steady smile and a balanced voice. "If their challengers are capped at the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm, I estimate a ninety percent likelihood of overcoming them." His statement stayed cautious, allowing for modesty amid its daring assertion.

A harsh laugh cut through from one edge of the hall. "Overconfident." The Twelfth Hall's leader uttered with a scowl. "You're merely at the eighth level of Divine Rank, but you boast of beating foes at the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. No angle makes that claim anything but ridiculous."

Max shifted his attention to the critic, his look serious yet unperturbed. "This touches on the Black Dragon Palace's dignity," he declared resolutely. "I wouldn't trifle with something so grave. My fighting prowess was already shown in the Divine Colosseum, and you all can check that achievement. I won't risk this palace's standing on mere bluster."

He halted for a second, then went on respectfully. "If I could ask one thing from the respected elders here, it's this: the opponents they pit against me should be at or under the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. Nothing more."

His words brought a hush over the hall. Elders traded looks, some pondering deeply, others eyeing with keen assessment. The tension built until Matthew Grimes addressed them once more.

"We grant your request," he stated, his tone firm and unwavering. A slight grin touched his mouth, hinting at approval. "Do the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan really think they can bully us at their whim? Then we must show them again who leads the Dark Trinity Clans."

As his declaration resounded in the hall, the mood subtly transformed. What started as talk of a blade or one young talent now signaled a bold claim to supremacy, with Max Morgan right at its heart.