Dimensional Keeper: All My Skills Are at Level 100

Kyle's fair and handsome face darkened instantly, his tranquil expression replaced by a cold sharpness that made the surrounding temperature drop. He turned his head and glanced briefly at Nell, who was lying on the ground injured, and her two companions.

His lips curled into a thin, cold smile as he said in a calm but chilling tone, "Very good. Thank you for injuring this beast. Now, I will kill it myself… and avenge my two fallen brothers."

The yellow-faced young man and the long-faced young man stiffened, their expressions shifting from exhaustion to anger. They had nearly died fighting to weaken the three-headed black dragon, their spiritual pets severely injured, and one of their own gravely hurt.

Yet Kyle, with his lofty tone, acted as though their effort was nothing more than a convenient favor for him. His righteousness sounded grand, but to them, it was hollow and arrogant, and it made their hearts burn with silent fury.

On the ground, Nell tilted her head slightly, her delicate features showing both pain and vulnerability. Her snow-white hand touched the blood at the corner of her lips, her slender index finger smearing it faintly, which made her already crimson lips glisten like a blooming flower, delicate and alluring.

She gazed at Kyle with a soft and almost pitiful expression and said in a sweet but weak tone, "Senior Brother Kyle… the three of us fought hard and injured this three-headed black dragon. Please… kill it and give us the beast core."

Her words were accompanied by a look of helpless beauty that seemed crafted to stir the hearts of men. Indeed, the two yellow-faced young men, despite their pain and frustration, couldn't help but glance at her lips and the pale curve of her face, their eyes momentarily heating up with a desire they didn't bother to hide.

But Nell herself looked at Kyle with barely concealed pride in her eyes, as if she already considered her request granted.

Kyle's response was swift and icy. He let out a cold snort, his bright eyes flashing with disdain as he said, "This young master has no interest in you." His voice was calm but carried a dismissive edge sharp enough to cut. "As for the beast core…" He paused for a brief moment, the corners of his mouth curling into a cold smirk. "I will naturally not give it to you."

Nell's charming face instantly contorted, her sweet and alluring expression collapsing into one of fury. Her breathing grew rapid, her chest rising and falling violently as anger took hold. She clenched her teeth, glaring at Kyle with hatred and indignation.

"Kyle…" she hissed through clenched teeth, "if you dare to take the beast core, I will tell Brother Tron about this. He will definitely help me!"

"Tron William? Humph." Kyle's voice was calm yet filled with a trace of arrogance as he looked at Nell with cold eyes. "I've been thinking of fighting him in the Abyssal Stairs for some time now. So, don't worry. After this secret domain, I'll personally go to the Abyssal Stairs and face Tron."

His words rang with confidence, completely dismissing the threat Nell had tried to use against him. It was clear he was not afraid of Tron William, the "Senior Brother Tron" whom Nell had mentioned with such conviction.

In fact, Kyle seemed to welcome the challenge, as though the thought of fighting Tron only excited him further. Without even looking back at Nell again, he gave her a glance filled with disdain, like one might give an insect, and then strode straight towards the three-headed black dragon, which was lying battered and bleeding on the ground.

Nell's body trembled with fury, her beautiful face contorted with anger. Her eyes seemed to spit fire, glaring daggers at Kyle's back as she clenched her fists and gnashed her teeth so hard it felt like they might break. She was humiliated, completely ignored by someone she had tried to threaten, and that humiliation burned in her chest like molten iron.

The two yellow-faced young men standing behind her were not any better. Their faces had turned dark and ugly, their eyes flashing with barely restrained hatred. In their hearts, they wished nothing more than to kill Kyle on the spot.

But reality was cruel—they didn't have the strength to even consider such a thing. Kyle's reputation and strength were unmatched in their generation within the Thunder Monarch Hall, and even with both of them attacking together, they would only meet certain death.

For now, they could only suppress their anger and silently pin their hopes on Senior Brother Tron, who might someday put Kyle in his place.

Tron William—Senior Brother Tron—was not just any cultivator. He was one of the strongest peak Legend Rank powerhouses of the Void Soul Tower and was regarded as their first-ranked 3-star genius.

The only reason Kyle wasn't already considered unbeatable was because he and Tron had once fought to a standstill, their duel ending in a draw that had shaken both sects. In this secret domain, Tron was also present somewhere, but unfortunately, he was not here at this moment to challenge Kyle directly.

So they could only watch helplessly as Kyle approached the dying beast and raised his palm high, mana swirling around him like a violent storm. His voice was cold and unfeeling as he declared, "You beast, die."

The three-headed black dragon, already severely injured by Nell's group and their spirit beasts, barely had the strength to stand. The oppressive aura Kyle exuded sent shivers through its body, and before it could even muster a counterattack, Kyle's palm struck like a collapsing mountain.

"Bang!" The impact reverberated like thunder, sending the three-headed black dragon flying backward. Its massive body crashed into the blood-soaked pool, creating waves several dozen feet high. The impact was so fierce that the already crimson water splashed far beyond the pool's edges, dyeing even the vibrant Pure Yang Flower floating in the center with streaks of red.

The three-headed black dragon let out a heart-wrenching roar, its voices combining into a sound of pure pain and despair. Its body twitched as it struggled to rise, eyes filled with both hatred and deep-rooted fear as it stared at Kyle.