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"You're thinking too much. If I want to leave, no one under the heavens can stop me."
Ren Feifan stood proudly, like a mountain standing tall and unyielding, for he had nothing to fear.
His gaze swept over the middle-aged men and the old Earl. Although these individuals were strong, they still had to weigh their chances of detaining him.
It was time for him to use some of his trump cards.
He definitely wouldn't use the phantom image of the artifact; it was his greatest means of preserving his life, and he wouldn't use it unless absolutely necessary.
But if he really couldn't overcome his opponents in battle, using the power of a seventh-rank Physiognomist was still an option.
Or perhaps he could try the might of the Dragon God's blood essence.
Having thought everything through, Ren Feifan was no longer afraid and held his head high and chest out.
