Upon seeing Young Master Dawn, Chu Feng studied him carefully.
But to his surprise, he found that he could not see through this Young Master Dawn's cultivation.
This one truly kept himself well hidden.
Even so, Chu Feng showed not the slightest hint of panic. Instead, he smiled faintly and asked, "You attacked my friend?"
"You mean that woman?" Young Master Dawn replied.
"That's right." Chu Feng nodded.
"I did. What are you going to do about it?" Young Master Dawn nodded as well.
"You had no grudge, no enmity — why attack her?" Chu Feng asked.
"In the world of martial cultivators, does one need a grudge or enmity to make a move?" Young Master Dawn shot back.
"Fair enough." Chu Feng gave another faint smile, then asked, "So you're blocking me here today because you want to make a move on me?"
"You're quite sharp. I'll say it upfront — I bear you no ill will. I've simply heard that you're very strong, and I'd like to test you for myself. I want to see whether you really live up to the rumors."
"But don't worry. I will defeat you, yet I won't hurt you." As he spoke, Young Master Dawn flicked his folding fan back and forth, every word and gesture radiating absolute confidence.
"Unless you're an True Immortal, defeating me is going to be difficult," Chu Feng said.
"Oh? Then I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you."
Snap—
The instant he finished speaking, Young Master Dawn snapped his folding fan shut. In a single swift step, he appeared right in front of Chu Feng.
He thrust his palm forward, wind surging — he had already launched his attack.
"This guy!!!"
Chu Feng's heart jolted with shock.
Young Master Dawn's palm carried no destructive force whatsoever. Even the gust of wind was remarkably gentle.
Yet the moment that wind made contact with Chu Feng's body, he felt an enormous wave of oppressive pressure.
He… had been restrained.
He was bound by Young Master Dawn's aura.
Not only did Young Master Dawn possess combat power that defied four ranks — just like Chu Feng — he was also a Rank Nine Martial Ancestor.
Whoosh—
In the blink of an eye, Young Master Dawn's palm had already arrived before Chu Feng's face. But it stopped with exactly one centimeter to spare before striking his forehead.
He had not hit Chu Feng. Not because he couldn't, but because he pulled back in time.
"You've lost." Young Master Dawn withdrew his hand and looked at Chu Feng with a beaming smile, a trace of arrogance in his eyes.
With that, he abruptly turned away, launched himself into the air, and departed just like that.
"Chu Feng, go after him! That sneak attack doesn't count!" the Queen protested indignantly.
"Never mind. I lost because I was careless, but a loss is a loss. I won't make excuses for myself." Compared to the Queen, Chu Feng was remarkably calm.
He did not feel humiliated by his defeat at Young Master Dawn's hands.
After what had just happened, Chu Feng was now certain that this Young Master Dawn was truly powerful.
Back at the Eight Desolations Mass Grave, he must have been concealing his strength. His cultivation was hard to gauge, but his combat power had definitely been hidden. At the time, Young Master Dawn had displayed combat power that defied three ranks, yet today he showed combat power that defied four.
Moreover, this Rank Nine Martial Ancestor cultivation — even if Chu Feng used the Heavenly Bloodline's Thunder Armor and Thunder Wings, he could only match it, not surpass it.
And Young Master Dawn had concealed himself deeply. What other means he had, Chu Feng had no idea. Even going all out, Chu Feng could not be confident of winning.
So losing to someone like this — Chu Feng did not consider it shameful.
Most importantly, refusing to admit defeat at a time like this and continuing to fight would only make Chu Feng look petty and sore.
Chu Feng was not that kind of person.
Hum—
But just then, Chu Feng suddenly felt an even more powerful force envelop him.
In the next instant, his surroundings grew hazy. By the time everything returned to normal, he realized that the place he now stood in was no longer the same as before.