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

"I am Lilith Carol, head of the Carol Family." Right then, a poised woman among the seven family heads voiced her words, fixing an inscrutable stare on Max. Though her tone stayed even, it held a commanding weight that quieted the elders nearby. "Tell me, how would you feel if I asked you to hand over that sword to another disciple of the Black Dragon Palace?"

Without a pause, Max replied, keeping his face serene and his words crisp. "Honestly, I would come to hate the Black Dragon Palace for that decision. I was the one who subdued this sword, and the sword chose me. If it were taken from me and handed to someone else, it would mean that my efforts and the sword's own will were both disregarded."

For a brief instant, Lilith Carol examined him before posing the next query with a subtle shift in her inflection. "And what if such an action were taken for the greater good of the Verdant Sky Realm?"

A subtle smirk tugged at Max's mouth, even as he kept his response measured. "Let us not jump to conclusions. If there exists another disciple besides me who can truly use this sword and be acknowledged by it, then I am willing to step aside and give it up without resistance. However, if I am ordered to surrender the sword to someone who has not been chosen by it, then I would believe the Black Dragon Palace has ulterior motives. Should that happen, my trust in the Black Dragon Palace and even the Black Dragon Clan would inevitably be shaken."

Once his statement hung in the air, a wave of disturbance swept over the chamber. Whispers erupted as elders tilted toward each other, sharing looks and muttering thoughts. Certain ones scowled at his directness, while others gave subtle nods, seeming to accept the logic he presented. The atmosphere grew thicker, as the impact of his position dawned on all those gathered.

Following that, the interrogation pressed on. Heads from the other major families rose in turn, occasionally accompanied by those from the thirty-six halls. Their inquiries spanned from exploring his ethical limits to checking his devotion and assessing if any greed or harshness hid under his tranquil surface.

Certain ones wondered if he would give his life for the Black Dragon Palace, whereas others aimed to grasp his values amid authority and allure.

All the while, Max held firm. He responded to every query with straightforward honesty, avoiding any flourishes or omissions of his genuine views. He shared just what mattered, displaying his nature sufficiently without leaving openings for misuse.

When the session of questions finally wrapped up, a reflective hush blanketed the hall, with numerous attendees grasping that Max Morgan bore more than just the perilous sword.

"I am Matthew Grimes." Then, the Grimes Family leader at last addressed the room, his tone steady but infused with a power that swiftly quelled the soft chatter in the vast space. His eyes lingered on Max, blending curiosity with subtle evaluation. "Tell me, how would you like to deal with the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan?"

"This junior greets the head of the Grimes Family." Max offered a profound bow, his stance full of respect and genuineness. Observers who watched closely would note this marked his initial bow upon arriving in the hall, directed solely at Matthew Grimes. He rose straight and locked eyes with Matthew without wavering.

"Regarding the query from Lord Grimes, I offer a direct response." A light grin crossed his features. "If they wish to fight me, then I will give them that fight. I will make it clear to them that the Black Dragon Palace is not a place where anyone can come, make demands, and walk away unscathed."

"Oh?" Matthew Grimes arched a brow just a touch, his engagement clearly sparked. "You speak as if you are confident in victory." With that, every eye in the hall turned to Max. Even those elders who had stayed detached before now fixed their attention sharply on him.

Their stares did not unsettle Max. He grinned steadily and replied in a balanced voice. "If the candidates they send are limited to the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm, then I have a ninety percent chance of defeating them." His statement stayed cautious, allowing for modesty amid the daring assertion.

A harsh snort rang out from one corner of the hall. "Arrogant." The Twelfth Hall leader uttered it with a scowl. "You are only at the eighth level of Divine Rank, yet you claim you can defeat opponents at the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. Such words sound absurd, no matter how one looks at it."

Max shifted his attention to the one who spoke, his look serious instead of irked. "This concerns the honor of the Black Dragon Palace," he declared solidly. "I would never joke about such a matter. My combat strength has already been demonstrated in the Divine Colosseum, and that record is something any of you may verify. I would not stake the reputation of this palace on empty bravado."

He halted for a second, then went on in a courteous manner. "If I may make a single request of the esteemed elders present here, it is this. The candidates sent against me must be at or below the eighth level of the Rebirth Realm. That is all I ask."

A quiet descended over the hall following his declaration. The elders traded looks, some pondering deeply, others keen with scheming. The intensity of the instant bore down, until Matthew Grimes broke the hush once more.

"Your request is accepted," he stated, his voice firm and unwavering. A slight grin formed on his mouth, hinting at satisfaction. "Do the Dark Phoenix Clan and the Heavenly Kirin Clan truly believe they can push us around simply because they wish to? Then it is time we remind them who stands at the head of the Dark Trinity Clans."

As his declaration resounded in the hall, a quiet change rippled through the mood. No longer just a talk of a blade or one follower, it marked the start of an assertion of supremacy, placing Max Morgan right in the midst of it.