Be it humans or the dark races, everyone possessed reflexive responses no matter how strong or skilled in control. For instance, a blade stabbing into one’s vitals would definitely elicit a minute physical reaction, no matter how well-controlled they could keep their auras—the corner of their eyes would twitch or there would be some muscle contraction in response to the nervousness.

Yu Mingkang was so close to Qianye back then, so even the smallest of the latter’s reactions couldn’t have escaped his eyes. That was what shocked him the most—Qianye had shown no response at all as he pushed East Peak firmly into the opponent’s abdomen.

If it wasn’t for the fact that he had never seen a machine coming to life, Yu Mingkang would’ve suspected whether Qianye was made of cold steel. Even a machine would be affected somehow, but this person wasn’t.

The conference hall went entirely silent. No one made a sound as the atmosphere chilled down to a freezing point. After a long while, one of the generals said, “Perhaps he has some secret art...