Never

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.