Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1385 Questions!

Without any prior notice, an intense pressure crashed down on Max the moment he positioned himself squarely in front of the Black Dragon Palace's leaders. It felt like the entire sky's burden had slammed onto his frame, bearing down with ruthless intensity.

His breaths grew labored, his bloodstream thickened, and his skeleton appeared to creak beneath the unseen force. Right then, Max sensed himself as a mere insect facing timeless deities, his whole being teetering on the edge of obliteration from their sheer aura.

However, that feeling dissipated nearly instantly after it struck. From deep inside, a profound and timeless serenity welled up, flowing across his form like a soothing wave that steadied everything. The Primordial title hummed quietly within, grounding his spirit against the immense power weighing on him. His posture aligned straight, his eyes focused firmly, and his pulse evened out once more.

Once the pressure lifted, Max remained upright and serene, as though no remarkable event had taken place.

The assembly took note of this occurrence. The seven family heads positioned up front, together with the thirty-six hall masters and numerous elders trailing them, all squinted their eyes a bit in astonishment. Even veteran inner disciples typically faltered under the subtle aura emanating in this chamber, frequently sweating profusely or automatically lowering their heads.

But Max revealed zero discomfort, no shake in his bearing, and no trace of dread in his stare. The subtle assurance he projected stirred a wave of shock among the gathered crowd.

"No surprise the Sword Sovereign's sword selected him," whispered Matthew Grimes, the Grimes Family chief, while giving an approving nod, his eyes fixed on Max.

Just then, a man in his middle years advanced from the hall's forefront. Though his demeanor stayed composed and controlled, it held a profoundness that outmatched nearly everyone else there.

"Max Morgan," he declared distinctly, his words resonating across the expansive space effortlessly. "I am Charley Waller, serving as the Grand Elder of the Black Dragon Palace. Make this clear: the Black Dragon Palace and the Black Dragon Clan differ as organizations. I represent the Palace as its Grand Elder. You can call me Elder Waller."

"Greetings, Elder Waller," Max responded with respect, dipping his head promptly.

Grand Elder Waller gave a single nod prior to proceeding. "Today, you've been called to the Black Dragon Palace's central hall due to your success in claiming the Sword Sovereign's sword. This issue impacts not just our palace but also the power dynamics across the Verdant Sky Realm."

He halted for a second, letting his statement's gravity sink in. "The assembled leaders here will pose a few questions to you. Simply respond with honesty. Does that suit you?"

"I have no issues with that," Max answered steadily.

"Good," Grand Elder Waller stated, pivoting a touch as his tone amplified to reach everyone present. "The Black Dragon Court now begins."

"Max Morgan, what scheme did you employ to convince the sword to leave with you?" The initial query came steadily from a middle-aged figure among the seven family heads. He sat at ease with a blank face, but the biting sarcasm in his tone stood out clearly, implying he already viewed Max's achievement as trickery instead of true worth.

Max held his stare steadily, briefly pondering the overt antagonism, until Lady Virelia's gentle voice reached him via mental transmission. "That's Garry Heron, head of the Heron Family."

Upon recognizing the name, clarity hit him.

Max offered a slight smile, then directed his complete focus toward his interrogator. "I inquired of the sword if it planned to stay eternally hidden in the Treasure Hall, collecting dust, or if it preferred to accompany me and slice through all obstacles in this realm. I assured it that by my side, it wouldn't serve as a distant display piece but as a weapon whose reputation would strike fear into foes. I named it Dragonheart, and it decided to follow."

A short hush fell over the chamber. Garry Heron's eyes expanded a fraction before his control slipped. "Are you ridiculing us?" he challenged, his volume increasing involuntarily. "Do you seriously think we'll accept that a sword of such caliber submitted to simple talk? If it was so easy, the Black Dragon Palace wouldn't have gone unsuccessful for millennia."

Max gave a casual shrug, his voice relaxed. "You posed the question, and I gave a straightforward reply. If the response doesn't satisfy you, that's beyond my control."

"How bold of you to address me like that?" Garry bellowed, fury breaking past his limits as his energy fluctuated threateningly.

"Garry, stop there." Matthew Grimes interjected smoothly from his position, a subtle grin playing on his mouth as he looked toward Garry. "He responded to your inquiry forthrightly and went no further. No reason to escalate things."

Garry Heron shot Matthew a fierce look for a few moments, his jaw clenching, before he huffed disdainfully and settled back into his chair, opting for quiet rather than more dispute.

A gentle clearing of the throat filled the hall as yet another leader approached. "I am Henry Lumin, chief of the Lumin Family," the middle-aged individual announced, his manner much more balanced. "Something else piques my interest. With so many arms in the Treasure Hall, what made you pick that specific sword? Did a unique quality attract you to it?"

Max tilted his head a bit. "Elder Soren from the Treasure Hall informed me that weapons placed higher indicated superior caliber. With that knowledge, I targeted the topmost one available. Nothing more concealed motivated me."

Henry Lumin nodded gradually, a contemplative look passing over his features. "Understood. That makes sense."

Next, another voice rang out, resonant and straightforward. "I am Victor Veron, leader of the Veron Family." His gaze pierced into Max with keen focus. "Be direct with me. Would you ever direct your sword against the Black Dragon Palace or the Black Dragon Clan?"

The question's directness sparked a faint murmur among the elders. Max hesitated briefly, then replied with steady assurance. "I hold no motive to challenge the Black Dragon Clan. As a mortal taken in as a Black Dragon Palace disciple, I feel thankful, not bitter. I envision no scenario where I'd wield my sword versus the Black Dragon Palace."

Victor Veron observed him quietly for an instant, then gave a single approving nod. "Acceptable."