Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 807: Gathering of the Seven Overlord Forces - 4

Once again, the entire crowd erupted into chaos, but this time their uproar was even fiercer and more electrified than before, as shock and disbelief crackled through the air like lightning arcing between storm clouds.

And even the members of the other six overlord forces, who until now had maintained cool composure, could not help but grow solemn and tense as they digested Elder Garry’s words, their eyes flickering with deep apprehension and the weight of sudden calculations about what such a revelation might mean for the fragile balance of power in the Middle Domain.

Voices overlapped one another in a torrent of anxious murmurs and incredulous exclamations, as one expert cried out, ”What? He killed a Heaven Grade genius? How can that even be possible? Aren’t Heaven Grade geniuses supposed to be nearly invincible among those in the Legend Rank? How did one of them end up getting killed?”

While another, his face pale with shock, waved a hand dismissively and retorted, ”Forget about that—the real question is who is Max? How could he possibly kill a Heaven Grade genius? To be able to slay someone of that level, he’d have to possess the strength of a Heaven Grade genius himself, but as far as I know, there’s never been anyone named Max listed as a Heaven Grade genius in any of the seven overlord forces or the Four God Nations!”

A third expert, eyes wide and mouth hanging open in astonishment, added in a dazed voice, ”First he killed a 3-star genius, and then a Heaven Grade genius... I’m starting to wonder if this guy has three heads and six arms or something.”

While another, unable to suppress his excitement despite the tension gripping the crowd, blurted out, ”Damn! This is huge news! It’s been ages since a Heaven Grade genius fell like this, and now one’s been killed by a member of the Great Ruler Empire—who is this Max? I really want to see his face!”

All around the swirling purple portal, thousands of experts leaned forward, eyes scanning the Great Ruler Empire’s group as though hoping Max would step out so they could lay eyes upon the young man who, in a matter of moments, had become the center of the entire Middle Domain’s attention and gossip, his name now echoing from countless lips, fueled by curiosity, fear, and the dark thrill of witnessing history in the making.

Meanwhile, high above the crowd, Guild Master Orion’s eyes narrowed slightly, a thoughtful shadow crossing his normally genial face as he exchanged a loaded glance with Emperor Hermes, whose own expression had grown flinty and severe, for both of them, as leaders of overlord forces, fully understood the monumental significance of what had just been revealed.

Because the death of a Heaven Grade genius was not merely the loss of a talented individual but a potential catalyst for devastating war; to truly grasp the value of such a person, one had to understand that Heaven Grade geniuses were the hope and future of their forces, destined to rise as towering figures who could become the pillars of their entire forces.View the correct content at NovelFire

If one force dared to kill a Heaven Grade genius belonging to another, that act was often enough to provoke outright war, a bloody and merciless conflict that could tear regions apart.

And the crowd, sensing this grim reality, fell into an uneasy hush punctuated only by the rising wind and the ominous hum of the still-spinning purple portal, as they all waited, breath held, to see what would happen next—and who exactly this mysterious Max truly was.

But then, as though suddenly remembering something that shifted the entire weight of the accusations, Emperor Hermes threw his head back and burst out laughing, his voice deep and rolling across the sky like thunder rumbling over distant mountains, drawing every eye toward him once more as he declared loudly, ”You truly are talking nonsense!”

His laughter echoed through the misty expanse, slicing through the heavy tension that had gripped the crowd moments earlier, and for a heartbeat, the charged silence hung as people tried to process his unexpected reaction.

Almost immediately, a cold, solemn voice cut through the echoes of his laughter as Lord Thunder, the leader of the Thunder Monarch Hall who had remained mostly silent until now, stepped forward, his piercing eyes fixed on Emperor Hermes with a look that could have frozen steel, and demanded with quiet menace, ”Hermes, are you saying our words hold no truth?”