"It seemed you had concealed your strength." Han Feng turned his gaze toward Lin Taichu and said coldly, "You should be at the peak of the eighth-tier Emperor Realm, yet you disguised yourself as someone so weak. Were you trying to hide your true capabilities and deliberately approach me?"
Lin Taichu remained calm and said lightly, "I merely came to take North Star Lord's head. I bore no ill intentions."
"No ill intentions?" Han Feng sneered. "If you bore no ill intentions, why did you launch a sneak attack on me?"
Hearing Han Feng's accusation, Lin Taichu's expression stiffened, leaving him somewhat speechless.
Just as Han Feng had guessed, Lin Taichu had indeed come for North Star Lord with another purpose in mind. He simply had not expected Han Feng to be here, much less that his strength would be so formidable.
At that moment, both men fell into a brief silence.
Lin Taichu did not answer Han Feng again, because he knew that no matter how he tried to defend himself now, he could not change the facts.
"Since you are unwilling to cooperate, I will not force you." Han Feng suddenly sighed. "I hope you can come to your senses someday. Otherwise, you will be doomed beyond redemption."
With that, Han Feng stepped forward and shot off into the distance.
"Han Feng, are you really planning to leave just like that?" Lin Taichu called out. This fellow had simply and crudely suppressed North Star Lord before leaving. It was far too rude.
"What? Do you need something else?" Han Feng stopped and glanced indifferently at Lin Taichu.
"Are you not going to let me know your identity?" Lin Taichu pressed.
"Why should I tell you? That seems to have nothing to do with me," Han Feng replied.
"Then