The two teachers stood only a few meters apart, facing each other in the center of the dao teaching platform.
The air felt tense, thick with anticipation.
Everyone present expected Li Tianhao to attack the moment the signal was given.
Yet instead of charging forward, Li Tianhao simply smiled.
It was a calm, confident smile… one that made it seem as if the match had already ended in his favor.
That single expression unsettled many in the crowd, who exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of what he was planning.
Born into a powerful and wealthy clan, and a genius cultivator in his own right, Li Tianhao had every reason to be confident.
He was undeniably handsome, with piercing blue eyes that seemed to cut like blades, sharp sword-like brows, and a tall, well-built body forged through years of rigorous training.
His presence alone commanded respect.
However, when compared to Lin Feng, the contrast felt like the difference between heaven and earth.
