As Zhao Kun's overwhelming attack descended like a falling mountain, Li Hao finally released the power he had been suppressing throughout the entire battle, and in that instant, a surge of golden lightning burst from his body, tearing through the icy domain like a storm breaking the silence of winter.
The change was immediate.
Violent.
Unmistakable.
A majestic Golden Dragon phantom began to form behind him, its massive body coiling through the air, its presence ancient and sovereign, radiating a pressure that was completely different from the cold sharpness of his Ice Heavenly Sword. Where the ice was controlled and precise, the dragon was wild, overwhelming, and alive.
The entire arena erupted in shock.
"A second martial soul?!"
Even the elders rose from their seats, their calm expressions breaking for the first time as they witnessed something that defied common cultivation logic.
Li Hao stepped forward instead of retreating, meeting Zhao Kun's devastating strike head-on, as ice and lightning intertwined around his sword, forming a violent fusion that surged forward with unstoppable force.
Zhao Kun's pupils shrank.
For the first time since the duel began—
He felt genuine danger.