Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Chapter 1746: Emotion Severing Path!

“Is that so?” Max smiled lightly as he looked at the dark blue armored man and the disciples of the Sword God Palace surrounding him, and although his tone sounded casual, his eyes had already become sharp enough to see through the strange situation around this neutral city.

He understood that something was wrong here. Princess Rosaline’s order might have been real, and the gathering of participants at the entrance might have had some greater purpose, but the way these Sword God Palace disciples had tried to block him in the sky and attack him before he could even reach the city entrance made it clear that they were using that order for their own convenience.

There was a conspiracy here too, perhaps smaller than what Karo and Munro had prepared outside Starfall Haven, but still troublesome enough to delay him if he followed along obediently.

Nancy noticed the faint smile on his face and immediately felt that something bad was about to happen.

“What do you plan to do?” she asked in a low voice while keeping her eyes on the dark blue armored man and the surrounding disciples. “We do not have much time. I do not know how long Caroline can hold out. There are too many of them.”

“Do not worry,” Max said with a relaxed smile. “It will not take much time.”

As soon as he said those words, he raised his hand, and a sword appeared in his grip.

The Dragonheart.

The moment the sword emerged, the atmosphere changed instantly.

The blade released a deep and ancient pressure, and the faint dragon aura sleeping within it spread outward like the breath of a beast opening its eyes. Its surface carried a dark sheen, yet hidden beneath that darkness was a powerful pulse that made the weapon feel alive, as if a dragon’s heart was truly beating inside the sword.

The surrounding disciples of the Sword God Palace immediately became alert, and several of them instinctively stepped back while tightening their grips on their own swords. Their eyes, which had been filled with hostility before, now carried greed, caution, and excitement.

The dark blue armored man’s expression changed the most.

He stared at Dragonheart with burning eyes for a split second before forcing his face to twist into anger.

“Max, what did I tell you?!” he snapped, his voice sharp and furious. “If you do not want to die, then follow us obediently, and yet here you are taking out your weapon in front of the Sword God Palace!”

Max looked at him, then lowered his gaze toward Dragonheart with a faint smile.

“Is that not what you people are after?”

The dark blue armored man’s face stiffened.

Max slowly swung Dragonheart through the air, and the motion caused a soft sword hum to spread across the sky. The sound was not loud, but every swordsman present felt it clearly, and many disciples of the Sword God Palace felt their own swords tremble slightly in response. That single reaction made their eyes change again.

Max noticed every change in their expressions.

His smile widened.

“You people have been chasing me because of this sword, right?” he asked while casually letting Dragonheart rest across his shoulder. “It is here. Come and take it from me.”

The words struck the Sword God Palace disciples like a direct slap to the face.

Several of them flushed with anger.

Some could no longer hide the greed in their eyes.

Others glanced toward the dark blue armored man, clearly waiting for him to make a decision.

Here is the continuation with Max revealing his Pseudo Cosmic Path and cutting down the Sword God Palace disciples:

“If you guys do not want to make a move, then do not blame me.”

The moment Max spoke those words, the playful smile on his face disappeared.

It did not fade slowly.

It vanished completely.

The casual arrogance in his eyes, the relaxed curve of his lips, and the faint amusement he had shown while provoking the Sword God Palace disciples were all erased in an instant, leaving behind a face so calm and empty that it looked almost inhuman.

There was no anger on his face. There was no excitement. There was no killing intent burning wildly in his eyes. There was only a deathly stillness, a cold and emotionless silence that made the surrounding air feel as if it had been cut away from the world itself.

“Emotion Severing Path,” Max muttered.

The moment those three words fell, an eerie aura spread from his body.

It was not like the overwhelming draconic pressure he had released against Karo, nor was it like the holy brilliance of his Heavenly Luminance Divine Bloodline when he had used Divine Light of Justice and Truth.

This aura was quieter than both, but far more unsettling. It did not roar. It did not blaze. It did not explode outward with violent force. Instead, it spread like an invisible blade through the sky, cutting through sound, warmth, fear, anger, pride, and even the instinctive emotions that made living beings react to danger.

The world around Max seemed to grow silent.

The wind stopped feeling like wind.

The light lost its warmth.

The sword lights of the Sword God Palace disciples trembled in the air, but even their sharpness seemed to become dull beneath the emotionless pressure that surrounded Max. His Pseudo Cosmic Path was born from the Severing Sword Concept, but it was not merely a path that cut flesh, weapons, or energy.

It severed deeper things. It severed hesitation, severed attachment, severed thought, severed emotion, and in that moment, every person standing before him felt as if something inside their hearts had been touched by a cold sword edge.

Nancy’s body trembled.

She had stood beside Max when he unleashed his Dragon Scales Transformation. She had seen him activate five thousand Draconic Essences. She had witnessed him summon the Dimension of Light and erase thousands of demons with golden cross-shaped constructs.

But this was different. Those powers had been terrifying because they were vast and overwhelming. This one was terrifying because it was quiet. It felt like death without hatred, judgment without mercy, and a sword that did not care whether its target screamed, begged, resisted, or regretted.

Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword without her realizing it.

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