The moment the battle began, Zhao Kun moved.
A massive Xuanwu Turtle phantom rose behind him, suppressing the entire arena.
His cultivation exploded outward.
Core Formation Mid Stage.
The entire crowd was shaken.
"Impossible…"
"He's already at that level?!"
Even the Four Great Families leaned forward.
Zhao Kun attacked without restraint.
Each strike carried mountain-crushing force.
Li Hao blocked—
And was sent flying.
Ice shattered.
Lightning dispersed.
Again.
And again.
Time passed.
Ten minutes.
Twenty.
Thirty.
The battle became completely one-sided.
Li Hao's body was covered in wounds, his clothes torn, blood staining the arena floor.
Yet—
He refused to fall.
On the Li Family platform, the acting head clenched his fists slightly.
His eyes trembled—not from fear, but from recognition.
"That stubborn will…"
A faint memory surfaced in his mind.
A younger man.
A sword in hand.
Standing against impossible odds.
His brother.
And beside him—a woman with unwavering eyes.
He whispered softly,
"You really are his son…"
Back in the arena, Zhao Kun raised his hand for a finishing blow.
"Enough."