Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

But he quickly suppressed that impulse, his killing intent vanishing as fast as it came. He knew very well that with his current strength, killing Nell was no simple task. Even though her strength had dropped back to the 7th level of the Legend Rank, she was still dangerous, and she had two helpers at her side.

A reckless move would not only fail to kill her but might also expose him and ruin his own plans for the Pure Yang Flower.

Then his gaze shifted slightly, falling on Arnold and his companions. The three members of the Thunder Monarch Hall stood with expressionless faces, but Max’s sharp eyes caught a subtle flicker in their eyes.

Something about the way they looked at Nell and her companions made his heart move, and slowly, an almost predatory sneer curled at the corner of his lips. ’This could turn interesting,’ he thought.

Sure enough, a voice as cold as ice cut through the tense silence. Devon, his face dark and his tone unyielding, stepped forward slightly and said, "Three of you, the three-headed black dragon has already been reserved by our Thunder Monarch Hall. You can leave now." His words carried no room for discussion, the pride of the Thunder Monarch Hall evident in every syllable.

Nell, however, merely chuckled. A soft, mocking sound escaped her red lips as she swayed her slender waist and stepped forward with deliberate grace. Her delicate hand brushed over her lips, covering her slight smile as she said, "Hehe, what this senior brother says is really amusing. Isn’t the three-headed black dragon doing quite well where it is? How exactly have you reserved it?" Her tone was laced with ridicule, the faint glimmer in her eyes clearly enjoying the confrontation.

Then her eyes moved past Devon, locking onto Arnold among the three. She blinked slightly, feigning surprise, and said with a silky voice, "Oh, isn’t this Junior Brother Arnold from the Thunder Monarch Hall? You’re even more handsome than the rumors say. I’m so lucky to meet you here." Her words were sweet, but the subtle sharpness in her gaze suggested she was probing for a reaction.

Arnold, however, didn’t show the slightest hint of fluster. His expression remained calm, his voice even and indifferent as he replied, "You three want to subdue the three-headed black dragon, right? We can give it to you."

"Really?" Nell’s eyes lit up, her red lips curving in satisfaction. "Junior Brother Arnold, you must keep your word and not compete with me." Her voice had a playful tenderness to it, almost as if she believed she had won the argument with a single flirtatious glance.

But behind Arnold, Devon and Rick stiffened, their eyes widening slightly in alarm. "Junior Brother Arnold?" Devon muttered, disbelief in his tone.

Rick also opened his mouth as if to object, but Arnold tilted his head slightly and moved his lips in a quick whisper only they could hear. Whatever he said made both men shut their mouths immediately, though their eyes still flickered with unease.