Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1491 Rushing through the 90s Floors!

Upon returning to planet Cyrus, the instant Empress Luna vanished from the projection, the air outside the Combat Legion Tower buzzed with thrill. The elders and seven family heads, who had observed the fight with rigid faces, rose to their feet nearly simultaneously.

Disbelief and joy filled their gazes as they fixed on the sight of Max poised steadily in the arena.

For ages, the Combat Legion Tower had served as a vital asset owned by the Black Dragon Clan. Countless generations of disciples had ventured inside to gauge their power and display their promise.

Still, the ninety-first floor had persistently posed an insurmountable challenge for the clan. Regardless of how gifted the disciples might be, not a single one had ever triumphed over the guardian warrior on that level.

As a result, the ninety-first floor had gradually turned into an emblematic hurdle haunting the thoughts of the elders and family heads. It symbolized a boundary the clan had failed to surpass.

But now, that boundary lay in ruins.

Max had vanquished the guardian of the ninety-first floor and advanced to the ninety-second floor. In the extensive annals of the Black Dragon Clan, this marked the inaugural instance where a disciple shattered that threshold.

Mathew Grimes gripped his fists hard as elation coursed through him. His eyes gleamed intensely as he eyed the projection showing Max's form.

From the moment Max integrated into the clan, a string of astonishing occurrences had unfolded. Initially, numerous people had questioned his worth. Some even deemed it impractical to pin such hopes on one disciple. Nevertheless, Max had repeatedly disproven their skepticism.

Mathew vividly recalled the occasion when the Violet Star Palace consented to an exchange gathering with their clan. The Violet Star Palace ranked among the top third-rate powers in the Divine Realm, whereas the Black Dragon Clan endured as one of the feeblest third-rate entities. Ordinarily, such a chance would elude them entirely.

But it had materialized.

And the cause was straightforward.

They had wagered on Max.

Mathew kept his stare locked on the youth inside the tower while a notion gradually crystallized in his thoughts.

'This Max could surpass even our clan's Saintess in importance.'

The idea was daring, but the deeper he pondered, the more convinced he became. Max's aptitude, his formidable fighting prowess, and the impact he had already imparted to the clan demanded recognition.

Mathew cast a look at the other family heads and instantly grasped that they shared his insight. The grave looks on their visages indicated they also acknowledged the vital role Max played in the clan's destiny.

Nearby, Isabella and Zain observed the projection in quietude.

Their fists were squeezed so firmly that faint blood trails emerged from their palms. Tension marked their faces, yet the feelings underneath were intricate.

Accepting Max's conquest of the ninety-first floor did not elude them.

A profounder issue gnawed at them.

They perceived that the divide separating them from Max expanded well past their expectations. The trajectory he pursued had ascended to altitudes they scarcely glimpsed.

Isabella stood as the impending Saintess of the Black Dragon Clan. Her Imperial Bloodline, the mightiest in the Black Dragon Clan, bestowed talent elevating her over nearly all clan disciples.

Zain harbored no common genius status. His divine physique, the Blazing Dragon Sovereign Body, enabled flawless synergy with the Black Dragon Chaotic Bloodline. Of all clan disciples, his alignment with that bloodline rated as utterly ideal.

Despite their exceptional gifts, a subdued awareness took root in their cores.

Overtaking Max might prove impossible for them.

They could scarcely hope to match him as peers.

'Haha, I knew it,' Joe chuckled, his eyes on the projection. Max's effortless victory over Empress Luna evidently delighted him. 'Now, let's watch how he tackles the remaining levels.'

As Joe's words hung in the air, the seven family heads gradually redirected their focus to the projections. Their prior jubilation receded into keen expectancy, poised for Max's forthcoming feats in the tower.

Max likewise squandered no time post-conquering the ninety-first floor.

The instant the ninety-second floor's guardian manifested in his presence, the clash ignited sans preamble.

This fresh adversary exuded an aura marginally surpassing that of Empress Luna's remnant. His demeanor saturated the arena with oppressive weight, and his armament shimmered with potent energy underscoring his profound cultivation.

Given its position above the ninety-first floor, the ninety-second floor's warrior outmatched Empress Luna inherently. His assaults raged with ferocity, and his command of techniques displayed exactitude. Every blow bore immense might that rattled the field and sent energy ripples cascading across the arena.

Yet that edge in power fell short of hindering Max.

Max engaged with poise and resolve. The prowess he unleashed against Empress Luna persisted vibrantly. In mere moments, he subdued the warrior via unmatched velocity and mastery. The foe's strikes couldn't retreat him, and the confrontation concluded rapidly as Max triumphed with ease.

Having surmounted the ninety-second floor, Max progressed to the ninety-third.

The ninety-third floor's guardian emerged shortly thereafter. His aura thrummed with might, his bearing evoking a battle-hardened veteran of innumerable skirmishes. He assailed Max with unbridled vigor, his methods savage and ruinous.

But the outcome stayed unchanged.

Max confronted the guardian serenely and bested him with minimal exertion.

The ninety-fourth floor's duel progressed analogously. The adversary wielded horrifying power and deployed formidable techniques upon arrival. Yet Max unraveled his onslaughts sequentially prior to a resounding defeat.

Next arrived the ninety-fifth floor.

Then the ninety-sixth floor.

Followed by the ninety-seventh floor.

Across these levels, the emerging warriors escalated in strength over predecessors. Their arts delved deeper, instincts honed keener. The tower's internal strain intensified per ascent.

None, however, halted Max's momentum.

He pressed onward through the levels exuding steadfast assurance. Conflicts resolved swifter successively, his trajectory unyielding.

Solely upon attaining the ninety-eighth floor did the ambiance shift.

Beyond the tower, onlookers tracking his ceaseless climb at last drew a profound breath.

For the initial occasion since initiating his purge of the nineties' floors, the tower withheld the subsequent adversary.

The Combat Legion Tower appeared to falter, energy coalescing gradually in the arena. Summoning the ninety-eighth floor's guardian demanded markedly more time than for the prior ninety levels.

All viewing the projection comprehended the implication.

The ninety-eighth floor's foe would diverge markedly.