Several days later, the quiet routine was broken when Zhao Kun himself appeared at the training grounds, his arrival immediate and overwhelming, as a heavy pressure spread outward from him, causing nearby disciples to instinctively step back, creating a clear path as if the space itself was yielding to his presence.
His gaze moved slowly across the area before finally settling on Li Hao, and in that moment, the surrounding noise faded into silence, as if the entire training ground had become focused on the confrontation that was about to unfold.
"So," Zhao Kun said calmly, his voice carrying effortlessly across the distance, "you've been busy."
Li Hao stepped forward slightly, meeting his gaze without hesitation, his expression composed and unwavering despite the pressure radiating from Zhao Kun's aura.
"I have," he replied simply.
A faint smile appeared on Zhao Kun's face, but it carried no warmth, only cold confidence.
"You've caused quite a disturbance," he continued. "Do you really believe you can stand against me?"
The tension between them tightened instantly, their auras clashing invisibly, creating a pressure that could be felt by everyone nearby, forcing weaker disciples to retreat even further.
Yet Li Hao did not move.
He stood firm.
Because this moment—
Had been inevitable.