Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1548 Fury Burns The Heart - 2

Shockwaves of astonishment surged through the crowd surrounding the hexagonal barrier as the astonishing sight unfolded right before them, leaving all onlookers momentarily frozen in utter disbelief.

Here, of all locations, no one could have anticipated such an event unfolding.

Although Orion teemed with chaos where similar incidents occurred often, the spectacle of a human launching an assault on elves stunned them the most profoundly.

Not only the deed itself struck them as ridiculous, but the identity of the perpetrator amplified the sheer lunacy.

A human possessing power merely at the pinnacle of the Rebirth Realm.

Daring to strike against a band of elves at the summit of the Law Manifestation Realm.

To onlookers, this displayed no courage whatsoever. It screamed pure insanity.

"Who is that man? How does someone at the peak of the Rebirth Realm dare to attack elves?"

"Whoever he is, his death is already certain. Facing elves at the peak of Law Manifestation Realm is nothing less than courting death."

"What a complete fool. Even if he carried hatred toward the elves, he should have endured it. Charging at them like this is no different from throwing his life away."

Comments erupted one by one, laced with incredulity, mockery, and unwavering conviction. No one amid the gathering believed the masked human held even a remote possibility of surviving. To them, his destiny was irrevocably decided the very instant he struck.

The uproar rapidly expanded, capturing the focus of virtually all factions assembled near the hexagonal barrier. Mighty auras shifted toward the clash, eyes intensifying with intrigue as they evaluated the escalating drama.

Within the throng appeared a graceful young woman with flowing violet locks, her stance poised and serene while she surveyed the turmoil from afar. Though her presence was subdued, it pulsed with profound intensity hinting at her prestigious lineage. She hailed from the Sword God Palace, a supreme authority dominating the Divine Realm.

"Has he lost his mind?" she whispered softly, her gaze tightening as she observed Max's audacious charge.

Next to her advanced an old man, his face etched with wariness. "Miss, should I intervene?" he inquired deferentially. "If a battle escalates here, it could destabilize the crack being suppressed by the hexagonal formation."

Without pause, she denied with a head shake. "There is no need," she answered steadily. "He is only at the peak of the Rebirth Realm. Those elves will deal with him in moments. This will not be enough to affect the crack."

A short distance away clustered another faction, distinctly apart in demeanor and aura. Their poise cut sharper, exuding an innate haughtiness reflective of their formidable might.

In their midst, a youth emitted a soft laugh while eyeing the unfolding mayhem. "I have never seen someone this foolish," he remarked, tone dripping amusement. "To attack elves with such weak strength like this… I wonder if he has already lost his mind."

Chuckles rippled in response, airy but derisive, as his companions mirrored his disdain. They belonged to the Accession Hall, a premier powerhouse wielding vast sway across the Divine Realm.

Apart from these two prominent assemblies, countless other groups had converged as well. Lesser sects, minor clans, rogue cultivators—all lured by the abrupt flare of battle. All eyes riveted on the shrouded assailant, blending wonder with eagerness to behold the foretold conclusion.

However, amid the vast sea of spectators, just two individuals felt true anxiety clutching their hearts.

Lucia and Isabella.

Positioned within the masses, they fixed their stares on Max, faces etched with lingering shock and incredulity. Never had they dreamed he would push to such extremes, hurling himself headlong into mortal peril without a second thought.

"This is bad… this is really bad," Lucia whispered anxiously, her panic surging wildly as fists balled tight. The crisis had veered wildly past any scenario she'd braced for.

Beside her, Isabella stayed mute.

In contrast to Lucia, she maintained outward composure, her features serene outwardly, though her eyes revealed the raging tempest inside. She grasped the gravity of Max's bold move. Striking those elves had thrust him into a quagmire from which escape grew immensely complicated.

He had flung himself straight into peril's jaws.

No straightforward retreat remained possible now.

"Die, you insolent brat!"

Right then, a thunderous bellow shattered the sky as the elves sprang into action. Rage contorted the old elf's features, his palm lifting while searing golden radiance coalesced there before thrusting forth relentlessly.

The strike plummeted at horrifying velocity, swift enough that even Max's Dimensional Sovereign Body struggled to perceive it promptly.

Then it connected.

Bang!

A ferocious impact crashed into him, propelling his body soaring through the sky like a shattered ragdoll. He smashed far off with tremendous force, the earth quaking from the collision as rubble flew in every direction.

The nearby spectators scattered immediately, pulling back in all directions and opening up space since nobody dared stay within the path of that ferocious clash.

"No… no, no…" Lucia's voice shook as she watched Max get hurled away like that, terror flooding her heart while she automatically stepped forward, prepared to race to his side.

Yet before she advanced another inch, Isabella gripped her wrist tightly and held her back.

"If we interfere now, we will doom the entire Black Dragon Clan," Isabella stated, her tone quiet but firm, her gaze fixed unwaveringly on the fight.

Lucia went rigid.

Those words hit her with more force than the sight before her eyes. Thoughts whirled in her head, and right then, Max's prior command rang in her mind. 'Pretend like you don't know me.'

She pressed her lips together firmly, clenching her teeth to halt herself, despite every urge inside urging her to sprint toward him.

Far away, the old elf unleashed a chilly scoff while observing the result.

"He should be dead," he declared casually, his voice brimming with total confidence. "Go. Bring me his body. I will search his soul myself and find out which force dared to send someone to ambush our Young Master."

The pair of elves next to him nodded and headed toward Max's crash site, their faces serene, as though the matter was settled.

But then—

They halted.

For Max… rose to his feet gradually.

As though that earlier blow hadn't managed to shatter him.

"What… he's still alive?" The elderly elf's eyes narrowed sharply in astonishment, real surprise crossing his features. He hadn't restrained himself at all. That strike was plenty to slay anyone in the Rebirth Realm. Yet somehow, Max endured.

Now upright, Max raised his gaze.

"I want… all of you to die."

Though soft, the venom in his words choked the air, thick enough to warp the atmosphere around them. His gaze blazed with icy, unyielding rage, and as that loathing boiled inside, a profound force deep in his core responded.

Something shadowy.

Something taboo.

Something dormant… until this instant.

From the core of his soul, the infernal demon power started stirring once more.

Initially, it was just a soft lure of seduction.

Like a specter, it crept into his thoughts, coiling around them, thriving on the tempest of feelings storming through him.

Hatred.

Pain.

Loss.

Ideal kindling.

"Why hold back?"

No external sound—it resounded inside, profound and timeless, laced with a seductive yet frightening allure.

"They took everything from you… and yet you still stand here, restraining yourself."

A faint warmth ignited in Max's frame, unlike normal power, but far more malevolent, bearing an oppressive aura.

"Look at them… standing before you as if they own your fate."

The murmur sharpened.

Grew bolder.

"They stole your bloodline. They destroyed your life. They stole your parents from you. And now… they dare to stand above you?"

The infernal power throbbed fiercely, fueled by the rage in his soul, heightening it, corrupting it into pure malice.

"Accept me."

The phrase arrived like an oath.

"I will give you power beyond anything you have ever known."

The atmosphere near Max quivered subtly, sensing the rising energy inside him.

"I will give you the strength to crush them."

His pulse decelerated, but each thump carried greater weight, resounding with mounting power.

"I will give you the power to make them suffer… to make them beg… to erase them completely."

Those murmurs felt close now.

Right beside him.

Within his core.

"I will help you kill them."

The infernal demon power erupted anew, no longer asleep, no longer contained. It surged forth, pulled by his wrath, hungry to seize control, desperate to unleash.

"Take it."

"Take the power you deserve."

"Take your revenge."