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title: "Chapter 803: Towards the Misty City"
slug: "ch-809"
novel: "Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100"
number: 809
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createdAt: "2026-04-15"
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Kael’s sneer grew deeper as he flicked his fingers, signaling one of the men standing behind him to step forward, his eyes glinting with disdain.

The chosen man, his posture exuding arrogance, narrowed his eyes at Max and said with a mocking tilt of his lips, "Your name is Max, right?" Without waiting for a reply, he gave a sharp nod, his voice dripping with contempt as he continued, "I am Raj, and I am willing to battle with you."

Max glanced at Raj, and a flicker of amusement passed through his eyes when he sensed Raj’s aura, clearly identifying his strength as that of someone who had reached the first level of the Legend Rank.

A faint smile curved Max’s lips as he looked back at Kael and asked calmly, "If I defeat him, then would I be qualified to enter the secret domain or not?"

Before Kael could answer, Emperor Hermes, who had been watching the exchange with mild curiosity, spoke up in a clear, authoritative voice, "If you can defeat him, then you are more than enough to enter the secret domain."

Kael’s face darkened slightly, an irritated crease forming on his brow, because he hadn’t expected the Emperor to involve himself in what he considered a trivial matter; still, he dismissed it inwardly, confident that Max stood no chance against someone of Legend Rank.

Max gave a respectful nod toward the Emperor and then shifted his gaze back to Raj, his expression brightening with eagerness as he asked, "Shall we battle?"

Raj let out a disdainful scoff, crossing his arms as he replied with a condescending grin, "I will let you have the first move."

Max’s eyes flashed sharply with a light of anticipation as he inclined his head slightly, his tone polite yet edged with hidden power as he said, "I thank Senior Brother Raj for giving me this opportunity to attack first."

And without another word, Max’s hand moved with a sudden swiftness as he drew his blue dragon sword, its blade shimmering faintly with a deep azure glow. In the next instant, a fierce surge of sword intent erupted from his body as he unleashed the intermediate stage, level 2 Severing Sword Concept, his aura slicing through the air like invisible blades.

Stepping forward with fluid grace, he executed the Severing Flow Sword Art, his sword sweeping out in a brilliant arc, the light around the blade rippling as if the very space itself were being cleaved apart by his strike, the power radiating from him strong enough to make the surrounding disciples involuntarily hold their breath, their eyes widening in shock at the sheer intensity of Max’s sudden assault.

WHOOSH!

A sharp gust of wind seemed to split the air as Raj’s eyes widened in disbelief, for he had barely seen a flicker of blue light before his entire body was sent flying across the grand hall, blood spurting from his mouth in a bright crimson arc, leaving droplets suspended for a split second in the still air before they splattered to the ground, and in the next instant—

Bang!

His body crashed violently into the far wall of the hall with a loud, echoing thud, his limbs hanging limply as he slid to the floor, utterly unconscious, leaving a long crack on the marble wall behind him.

For a few heartbeats, utter silence gripped the hall like an invisible hand, as dozens of stunned cultivators stared wide-eyed, barely able to comprehend what had just occurred because one moment Max was simply stepping forward, swinging his sword with almost casual precision, and the next moment Raj, a genius of the Legend Rank, had been blasted clear across the hall like a rag doll.

Yet even though it all happened in an instant, it wasn’t as though the gathered geniuses hadn’t seen the truth of it, for every person present was at least a 3-star genius with sharp eyes and keen perception, and they had all witnessed how Max’s single, lightning-fast sword strike—imbued with an Intermediate Stage Level 2 Severing Sword Concept—had sliced through Raj’s defense with terrifying ease.

"Level 2 intermediate stage sword concept." Alaric frowned sensing the sword concept Max used just now.

"How could this be possible?" Kael was dumbfounded. It never crossed his mind that someone in the Master Rank could defeat a Legend Rank genius in one sword strike. It all seemed to impossible to be true. But the reality was in front of him.

’Damn where did this guy comprehended a level 2 sword concept to intermediate stage?!’ Kael felt that Max’s mastery of his sword concept and the fact that Raj underestimated him led to his defeat.

"Level 2 sword concept at intermediate stage... This guy is amazing!" Seraphina muttered in shock. ’As expected from Princess Lyra. The geniuses she chose are always a step above others.’ She thought inwardly.

Princess Lyra’s eyes glittered with a strange mix of shock and admiration as she murmured softly to herself, her voice tinged with wonder, "Intermediate Stage Level 2 Sword Concept..." while inwardly she thought, ’This guy is progressing very fast.’

Meanwhile, Max, his blue dragon sword now lowered to his side, turned his gaze toward Kael, his expression as innocent as a child’s, and asked with deliberate politeness, "Senior Brother Kael, I wonder if I am qualified enough or not?"

Kael’s lips twitched as his face twisted into an expression as if he had just swallowed a live fly, but after a brief, awkward pause, he forced a smile and nodded stiffly, saying in a voice that tried to sound generous, "Junior Brother Max is a genius among geniuses. Of course, you are qualified to enter the secret domain."

Inside, Max laughed quietly at Kael’s forced words, and without lingering any longer, he turned toward Princess Lyra and said with a cheerful tone, "Let’s go then."

Princess Lyra gave a slight nod and then turned her delicate face toward her father, Emperor Hermes, who, watching the scene with a satisfied smile, lifted his hand and declared in a deep, commanding voice, "Alright, let’s depart for Misty City."

Without further delay, Emperor Hermes took out a gleaming void shuttle from his storage ring, the sleek vessel shimmering with faint runes along its surface, and one by one, everyone filed inside the spacious craft, until finally, with a low hum, the void shuttle lifted off the ground and shot into the sky like a streak of silver light, vanishing into the endless blue as they all sped toward their next destination.