The collision between their attacks erupted with a force that shook the entire arena, as Li Hao's fusion of ice and lightning clashed directly against Zhao Kun's Xuanwu defense, creating a massive shockwave that spread outward in all directions, forcing even distant spectators to stagger as cracks tore through the arena floor.
At the center of the explosion, two forces struggled for dominance.
On one side—the immovable defense of Xuanwu.
On the other—the unpredictable fury of a heaven-defying fusion.
Li Hao stood firm, his entire body trembling under the strain, veins bulging as he pushed his control to the absolute limit, because merging two martial souls was not something his current realm should allow, yet he forced it into existence through sheer will and precise control.
The Golden Dragon roared silently behind him, lightning surging violently, while the Ice Heavenly Sword gleamed with cold brilliance, the two powers intertwining into something entirely new.
Zhao Kun's defense began to fracture visibly now, cracks spreading across the Xuanwu phantom as the overwhelming fusion force continued to press forward, breaking apart the foundation of his previously unshakable defense.
"This… cannot be real…" Zhao Kun muttered, his voice shaken for the first time.
But Li Hao did not stop.
He advanced.
Because he knew—
This was the turning point.