In the northern ranges, Zi Han, known for his fluid killing technique, was seen practicing under the frozen waterfall—his Twin Blade Dance cutting through water and wind alike, each strike more fierce than the last.
The silent tower in the Earth Domain shook slightly as Wu Shen consumed elemental spirit rocks one after another, his Earth Dome Spell rising in defensive strength and resonance.
And in the sparring courtyards, a new name began to emerge—Li Bo, once dismissed as an underdog, began issuing challenge after challenge. His Bronze Mountain Fist cracked stones, broke illusions, and caused a stir among the observing elders.
"He's showing off," one disciple sneered.
"No. He's showing that he can no longer be ignored," said another.
But amid this flurry of ambition, deep in the heart of the mountain, there was silence.
There, before the sacred Immortal Living Pool, Kent stood—alone, unwavering.
