This person wore a white robe and held a folding fan, dressed like a scholar. His features were delicate and refined — even more feminine than Hun Lian.
With his appearance, if you dressed him in women's clothing and styled his hair a little, he would practically be a beautiful woman.
That was how stunningly refined this young man was. In terms of delicate beauty, he was probably the most striking person Chu Feng had ever seen in his entire life.
And his refinement was pleasant to look at, whereas Hun Lian's appearance was anything but comfortable.
However, what concerned Chu Feng far more was the young man's cultivation.
His cultivation was identical to Hun Lian's — both were Third Grade Martial Ancestors. His combat strength was the same too, both capable of fighting three grades above their level.
Their strength was essentially even, but the one thing that reassured Chu Feng was that Young Master Li Ming's aura differed from Hun Lian's in a subtle way.
Although he also carried a fierce killing intent, there was not a trace of cruelty in it.
This was an indirect sign that this Young Master Li Ming had never slaughtered the innocent — he didn't seem like a bad person.
Of course, it was also possible that he was skilled at disguising himself, or that he possessed some supreme treasure that concealed his malice. So there were certain things Chu Feng simply couldn't be sure about.
But at the very least, Chu Feng's first impression of Young Master Li Ming was rather favorable.
"Wow, he's so handsome!"
At that moment, numerous women in the crowd let out excited shrieks.
If Hun Lian's entrance had stunned them, then Young Master Li Ming had completely captivated them.
"Damn it, what kind of taste do the women of this Hundred Refinements Realm have? Here I am — a real man, full of masculine energy — and they don't swoon over me, yet they go crazy for some sissy like that," Wang Qiang grumbled discontentedly.
"What's that? You've got me, and you're still checking out other women?" Zhao Hong shot Wang Qiang a threatening glare.
"No, no! My heart belongs only to you," Wang Qiang said with a sheepish grin.
"That's more like it," Zhao Hong said.
"Hun Lian, as you requested, the news has been spread and the spectators have arrived. Will you fight me now or not?" Young Master Li Ming called out.
"Of course," Hun Lian replied with a cold smile, then struck without warning.
BOOM—
The moment he made his move, overwhelming pressure surged forth. Not only did a devastating wave of power hurtle straight toward Young Master Li Ming, but the crushing aura also swept outward in every direction.
Everything happened far too quickly, and the pressure was far too powerful. In an instant, many onlookers were caught in its path.
"AHHH!!!"
Screams erupted one after another. Those caught in the wave were either killed or grievously wounded — it was a tragic sight.
"This Hun Lian is utterly vicious. This is completely unacceptable!" Xu Yiyi, Song Biyu, and the others felt fury surge through their eyes at the scene.
Though their cultivation was not particularly strong, they knew that when experts sparred, if they chose to restrain themselves, even overwhelming pressure would not cause casualties like this.
What they were witnessing was clearly intentional. Hun Lian had not held back his pressure in the slightest — he simply did not care whether the spectators lived or died.
"Hmph."
Young Master Li Ming let out a soft snort. His figure shifted, and an equally powerful aura erupted from within him. In the next instant, he clashed with Hun Lian head-on.
Just as everyone had expected, Young Master Li Ming was in no way inferior to Hun Lian. His opening strike was equally earth-shattering and terrifying. Yet though his pressure was formidable, it did not harm a single spectator.
Compared to Hun Lian, Young Master Li Ming had deliberately restrained his aura, ensuring that the onlookers came to no harm.
This only further proved how cruel Hun Lian truly was.
And so, at that moment, it was not just Chu Feng and his companions — even many of the spectators had grown to despise Hun Lian.
Yet despite their fury, no one dared voice a word of protest. Even those who had friends or fellow sect members slaughtered by Hun Lian could only swallow their grief in silence.