Slamming Deep into His Divine Soul!

The Human Race was not untouchable, but one must never provoke a blood feud with them!

So although this move looked ruthless, he had actually left a margin for survival:

The moment he saw Xuanyuan show fear, lose balance, or begin to collapse...

Seventy percent of the power at his fingertips would instantly withdraw, ensuring the other party was injured but not killed!

He had never been some reckless brute who lost his head after a few taunts.

On the contrary, his mind was clearer than anyone's.

He understood the situation, knew where the bottom line lay, what should be fought for, and what should be yielded—better than anyone!

Xuanyuan watched the silver blade of energy howl toward him. His expression remained as calm as still water, but inwardly, he had already analyzed it at lightning speed:

"The force is fierce without being sluggish, condensed without scattering—truly among the best at the Daluo Golden Immortal level. His foundation is solid, his reserves deep; given the right opportunity, he might well cross the threshold into Quasi-Saint... More rare still, he knows restraint in both advancing and withdrawing, understands when enough is enough—a fine prospect."

His lips curled faintly, the hint of a smile so slight it was nearly invisible.

Before his words had faded, the energy blade had already reached his face, its cold gleam tinting even his lashes silver!

Yet Xuanyuan remained like a clay statue or wooden carving, not even his breathing disturbed in the slightest.

General Snake's eyelid twitched, and his heart suddenly sank:

"Could it be... this man is merely putting on a front?"

The thought had barely arisen when the energy blade came within three inches of Xuanyuan's brow!

General Snake's fingertips trembled slightly as he prepared to withdraw his power—

A lesson was one thing,