The announcement of Li Hao claiming Rank 98 spread faster than wildfire through the inner sect. By dusk, every peak had heard his name.
Some called it luck.
Others called it a threat.
At Mystic Peak, Li Hao stood at the edge of a cliff, overlooking the sea of clouds. Behind him, Wang Lei cracked his knuckles eagerly.
"So… when do we start smashing the next ranks?"
Su Ling folded her arms. "Reckless as always. Higher ranks won't be easy wins."
Lin Xue's silver fox flickered faintly. "They're already watching. Waiting for you to reveal everything."
Li Hao didn't turn around.
"Then we show them something else."
"What?" Wang Lei asked.
Li Hao's aura stirred slightly.
"Growth."
Because one victory meant attention.
But continuous growth—
Meant dominance.