Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1287  Killing Demon Kings!

"Damn…" Max muttered in shock. He had not expected the demon king's body to possess such terrifying durability. But there was no time to dwell on it.

The third demon king attacked immediately. A rain of black glowing arrows materialized in the air and shot toward Max in rapid succession. They flew so fast that even time seemed unable to catch them. Max swung his sword again and again, striking each arrow with swift, clean motions. The arrows shattered into dark mist upon contact with his blade.

"Die!" a deeper voice followed an instant later.

The fourth demon king appeared directly before Max. His fists blurred into a storm of motion. In the span of a second, he delivered over a hundred punches, each one packed with killing power. The barrage of strikes came from every angle, creating the illusion of multiple fists converging upon Max simultaneously.

Max reacted with equal ferocity. His sword flowed with the fifth level concept of severing, and the blade flashed nonstop as it intercepted every incoming punch. Sparks erupted with each collision, and the dome trembled from the shockwaves.

Bang. Bang. Bang. Bang.

The sound of fist meeting blade echoed across the sealed battlefield like thunder inside a chamber. Max's focus sharpened to a razor point as he blocked every strike with flawless precision. But then his eyes broke into a fierce red glow.

The Storm King's inheritance surged again, expanding with violent intensity. Heaven's Wraith activated, and lightning curled around Max's body like streaks of wild crimson serpents. His aura spiked as he poured every ounce of that power into his sword.

He swung.

Sky Shattering Sword Art — Heaven Defying Sword.

The attack fused the full might of the fifth level severing concept with the overwhelming strength of the Storm King's lightning inheritance. A radiant arc of destructive force descended upon the fourth demon king. He barely had time to pause after his barrage before the counterattack reached him.

The sword descended with such speed that the demon king could not even lift his guard.

The blade passed through his torso in a single clean motion.

A deep silence followed as the demon king's massive body split down the middle. The halves remained suspended for only a moment before collapsing into the shattered ground with a heavy, lifeless thud. The severing concept had not only cut his body but also his essence, leaving no chance for regeneration.

Max stood tall, lightning crackling around him, his sword humming with residual power. One demon king had already fallen.

"How dare you kill my brother?" the first demon king roared, his voice echoing with a depth of fury that shook the spatial dome itself. His rage twisted the surrounding air, and the ground beneath him cracked as he launched forward with a punch far stronger and heavier than anything he had used before.

His aura surged violently, filling the dome with the crushing weight of the fifth level concept of strength. His eyes burned with murderous intent, and every muscle in his massive frame pulsed with destructive power as he shot straight toward Max.

Max watched him come with cold disdain. As the furious demon king approached, Max slowly slid his sword back into its sheath and lifted his right arm. A calm sneer tugged at the corner of his lips. He clenched his fist tightly and summoned the power of the first divine vein of the Seven Divine Veins, the Vein of Origin.

The moment the power awakened, an otherworldly sensation wrapped around his body. It was similar to the surge of his Draconic Essences, yet fundamentally different in a way that felt deeper, purer, and far more ancient. The Vein of Origin pulsed within him, infusing his fist with a force that transcended the limitations of flesh.

A grin spread across Max's face as he felt the power rise. "Come then," he said quietly, the excitement in his voice growing as the energy intensified. "Take this." Without hesitation, Max drove his fist forward and met the descending strike of the enraged demon king head-on.

Bang.

The collision produced a violent shockwave that rippled across the dome. The moment their fists met, the result was instantaneous. Max's punch carried such overwhelming force that the first demon king's fist was obliterated into a burst of blood and shattered bone.

The demon king's arm twisted unnaturally from the impact, and his body was hurled backward at a tremendous speed, sent flying even faster than he had charged.

Max did not waste the opportunity. Red lightning surged around him as he activated the Storm King's inheritance once more. His figure blurred and vanished from sight before reappearing directly in front of the demon king, who was still flying backward from the devastating punch.

The demon king's eyes widened in shock as Max materialized before him, calm and composed despite the intensity of the battle.

Max raised his sword, gripping it with both hands as he channeled everything he had into a single attack. This was not the wide, explosive technique he had used earlier. This was a refined, focused, and lethal sword strike, the pinnacle of the Sky Shattering Sword Art.

Sky Shattering Sword Art — One Sword: All Conquered.

The blade descended in a single smooth motion. It did not produce thunderous sound nor an erupting wave of light. Instead, it cut through the air with a frightening silence, so sharp and clean that space itself seemed to fold around the edge. The simplicity of the strike hid a depth of lethality that far surpassed any attack Max had used in this battle so far.

Slash.

The first demon king's massive body split apart instantly, not into two pieces like Balthazar or the previous demon king, but into countless fragments. The severing concept worked in perfect harmony with the divine vein and the storm inheritance, producing a cut so absolute that even the demon king's essence was sliced cleanly. His body disintegrated midair, scattering into fragments that dissolved before touching the ground.

The entire confrontation had lasted only seconds.

Another demon king had fallen. And Max stood unharmed, his sword gleaming with an aura that made even the remaining demon kings feel a tremor deep within their ancient souls.