True God Falkor who had been completely ignored by Dyon until now had the light of battle intent blaze awake in his eyes.

Without a single word, he sent a fist carrying more than 50% of his power straight toward Dyon's face.

Dyon's expression turned dark. To a normal individual, Falkor's fist was overbearing and mighty, a normal peak saint couldn't hope to defend against. This man was a True God, fueled by otherworldly comprehension, bloodline strength, and a Presence that few could match. Yet, to Dyon, he was an ant in the middle of hurricane force winds!

Just as Falkor's fist was about to connect to Dyon's cheek, a brilliant silver radiance erupted from his body.

BOOM!

Falkor's eyes widened as his fist's wrist snapped forward awkwardly. A torrent of reflected energy surged back into his body, causing his body to fly backward like a broken kite.

Blood spew from his lips as he fell into the depths of space, his arm broken in at least four separate places.

Dyon frowned as he looked toward Falkor's direction, watching him grow small in the distance.

"Weak"

Truth be told, Dyon had activated his silver mirror constitution subconsciously. After decades of battling, many of Dyon's battle techniques had grown to the point of being instinctive. In addition, his energy control had reached a level that only top tier celestials could match even though he was in the saint realm.

For Falkor to attack him with only half his strength Wasn't that asking to be embarrassed?

One had to understand that Dyon's silver mirror constitution was stacked 10 times over. A person with a just one silver mirror constitution already had anywhere from three to five times the density of energy another of their cultivation realm did. However, Dyon's density was to the point where energy flowed like molten mercury within his meridians! A normal practitioner would have died hundreds of times over if they were forced to carry the weight Dyon did!

On top of this, because Falkor had yet to break into the celestial realm, Dyon not only had the ability to reflect 100% of his attacks, there was an added 150% boost on top that. Essentially, Falkor had faced the equivalent of 2.5 times the power of his 50% strike!

Below the celestial realm Dyon was invincible. Period. There were no exceptions.

Falkor slowly steadied himself, an odd calm was on his face despite the shock of those around him. He snapped his broken bones back into place, aligning them perfectly before his arm turned into an illusory current of water. A few second later, his arm reappeared, perfectly healthy, as though nothing had happened.

Looking up toward Dyon, he nodded. "Good. You truly are a True God. A monster even. You don't need my acknowledgement, but I'm giving it to you anyway! I'll come looking for you when I've broken into the celestial realm!"

His eyes shone with a fierce will to battle.

Dyon found it quite interesting Although Falkor had lost, and quite miserably at that, it seemed that his battle intent had strengthened instead of weakened Could it be that remaining undefeated wasn't necessary to foster an undefeatable spirit?... Interesting Interesting indeed

Dyon's frown turned into a smile. "Come then! I no longer battle for free, though. Bring something to wager!"

Hearing Dyon's words, many who were feeling respect for the two men nearly fell from the skies. This True God was actually trying to extort his enemies!

True God Falkor's lips twitched. But in the end, a fierce light shone in his eye. Since he had lost, his opponent had the right to treat him anyway he wanted! Others would gloat and humiliate him especially since he was so haughty. This Dyon was far better than those characters.

After witnessing a battle of True Gods, many geniuses couldn't help but feel their bloods boil. None of them even dared to look down on Falkor because many of them didn't even see him attack! It was clear to them that if they were in Dyon's shoes, they would have lost horribly!

The legend of the True God was only more firmly cemented on that day

Dyon however, his thoughts were on something entirely different. He had turned his gaze from Falkor to the Vice Master of the Flaming Lily Sect

"That's twice now." He suddenly said, his carefree demeanor gone, replaced by the momentum of an Emperor. It was almost difficult to look at him directly, as though they weren't worthy of doing so.

Madeleine looked toward her Vice Master with pity, but shook her head and said nothing. She knew that Dyon had already held back once for her sake, but asking her husband to hold back twice was something she'd never do. In fact, she was on his side in all endeavors!

The piercing gaze of a high dao formation expert landed on Dyon, but he didn't so much as shutter.

"The first time you tested me, you put my wife's life on the line, allowing her to fight on the frontlines of your battle even when you knew that the main target was her." Dyon gaze tore through the Vice Master's so easily that one would have thought that she was nothing more than a child.

"The second time you tested me was just now. You allowed the husband of your Legatee to face disrespect in the eyes of several sects and guilds here, all to see if I was worthy of your investment."

What a joke, a dao formation expert standing mere meters from an attacking pseudo-celestial couldn't stop it from happening?

A deep murderous intent suddenly surrounded the atmosphere. Those witnessing this felt a deep fear settle into their bones Was this a man they were looking at? Or a beast?!

"There's nothing I hate more than elders who sit on their perches to pass judgement. I pray hope that there isn't a third time, or the Flaming Lily Sect won't be allowed to use my name ever again."