Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100 Chapter 1490 Defeating Empress Luna!

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In the Combat Tower arena, Max Morgan faced off against Empress Luna, his body surrounded by seven-colored lightning arcs that filled her with solemnity. Urging her to use her full strength while testing his new techniques, Max claimed he could defeat her in one move but chose restraint. Empress Luna, amused by his boldness, declared three arrows sufficient to kill him and unleashed the first two, each growing in power, only for Max to effortlessly sever them with his sword embodying the fifth level concept of severing. As she prepared her third and most devastating arrow, the arena trembled under its immense aura before it surged toward him.

Max kept his face composed without a flicker of emotion.

This time, he lifted his sword a bit higher into position.

The deep essence of the fifth layer sword-severing concept flowed intensely along his weapon as he activated the Void Severing Star Scripture sword art.

A subtle glow started to accumulate on the blade's edge.

This represented the opening technique of the method.

Star Severing Sword.

Max advanced with a step and brought his sword sweeping down.

The blade's radiance erupted like a plummeting star ripping apart the emptiness. The fearsome keenness of the strike smashed right into the approaching arrow.

In that instant, the two powers collided fiercely right in the middle of the arena.

Next, the sword light sliced straight through the arrow entirely.

The mighty third arrow broke apart at once beneath the superior slicing power. Its force burst apart before dissolving into dispersed bits of illumination that disappeared into nothing.

The battlefield fell quiet once more as the leftover energy vanished.

Empress Luna stayed rooted in place within the arena. Her stunning features had shed the poised assurance from before, and her eyes grew wide with utter astonishment. She remained speechless for a short while.

The pieces of the broken arrow continued to dissipate in the surrounding air while the hush of the battlefield weighed down on her intensely.

Defeat had come to her in the past.

In the expansive Divine Realm, two other Combat Towers akin to the one in the Black Dragon Clan existed. Her soul fragment had confronted endless rivals in those structures, and numerous strong disciples had overcome her across the years.

Yet none of those triumphs had played out quite like this one. In all prior fights, her foes had fought desperately to withstand her three arrows. Even survivors had just barely withstood the last one, left wounded and drained.

But the youth now facing her had cleaved through every one of the three arrows like they held no significance.

He didn't just endure them; he obliterated them with decisive ease.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

Footsteps resounded through the arena as Max started moving toward her. His strides stayed relaxed and firm, with subtle sparks of multicolored lightning still dancing around his form. Each advance narrowed the gap until he halted right before her.

"I warned you earlier," Max remarked with a slight grin. "You're the kind I can finish off in one swing."

Before Empress Luna could reply, Max's sword gleamed swiftly.

The action was quick and accurate. A line of light cut through the space, and in the following instant, her head came loose from her torso. Her throat was severed neatly, and the look of surprise stayed etched on her features as her head dropped to the ground.

The arena stayed hushed for an instant.

Then her form gradually started to disintegrate. Her shape fragmented into innumerable specks of crimson glow that floated softly in the air before vanishing entirely.

Her vanishing marked the conquest of the ninety-first level in the Combat Tower.

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Far off in the Verdant Sky Star Realm, beyond vast stretches of stars and endless cosmic emptiness, lay a colossal world that overshadowed typical planets. Its exterior teemed with expansive landmasses, boundless seas, and immense peaks that pierced the heavens.

In the core of one of its grandest areas rose a palace emanating dominance and might.

The structure resembled a genuine imperial abode. Its design was splendid and imposing, featuring enormous columns hewn from radiant rock and expansive rooms that shimmered with soft golden hues. Innumerable elaborate runes adorned the surfaces, each harboring deep principles of strength that subtly vibrated across the whole edifice.

The adjacent lands brimmed with gardens harboring exotic spirit flora, while currents of refined essence streamed like waterways encircling the palace.

Within a serene room inside this palace, a woman was seated.

She hovered in lotus position merely an inch off the ground, immersed in utter quietude during her meditation. Her lengthy scarlet locks cascaded softly at her back as a serene presence enveloped her frame. With eyes shut and breaths even, she delved deeply into cultivation.

After a period, her lids gradually parted.

As soon as her gaze unveiled, a keen and piercing gleam shot from her eyes. The tranquil force around her stirred faintly as a subtle wave of might rippled out through the room.

"At last, someone from that low-tier clan has bested my soul fragment," she whispered softly. Her tone held both astonishment and interest. "Yet his power was way beyond what such a group should boast. He evoked the aura of prodigies from elite powers."

Her face grew contemplative as she sought to remember the fight's particulars sensed via her fragment's link.

"What was his name once more?" she pondered aloud. "Max Morgan."

The instant those words left her lips, her eyes sharpened.

A perilous idea started brewing in her thoughts.

"Hold on," she breathed as understanding gradually emerged. "Is this the same Max who's lately gained fame across the Divine Realm for gaining the Sword Sovereign's sword's approval?"

The deeper she pondered, the more everything aligned.

The bold assurance he showed in combat, the peculiar poise in his words, and the total simplicity in overpowering her soul fragment all led to one outcome. His prowess had been alarming, even without revealing his full arsenal. The concluding blade that sealed the fight was smooth and unstrained.

Just a figure endorsed by the Sword Sovereign's blade could wield such fearsome aptitude.

"It's no surprise he claimed slaying me was as simple as one sword motion," the woman uttered gently with a soft exhalation of comprehension.

For a brief time, she stayed quiet, her sight wandering to the far-off heavens beyond the palace.

"With rising stars like Max emerging everywhere in the Divine Realm, this Cosmic Ascension Conference could rank among the most epic ever," she stated deliberately. "That explains why the Primordials chose to oversee it this round."