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"If I don't go with you, what then?" Ren Feifan demanded.
The elderly woman was momentarily stunned. She couldn't see through Ren Feifan's cultivation level; it was obviously concealed by a secret technique.
But what did that matter? How strong could such a young man be? Besides, they brought four Guardians just to be safe.
There was no way for the boy to escape!
"You don't have a choice in the matter," she said coldly. "If you refuse to cooperate, we assure you, you'll regret your decision now!"
"I, Ren Feifan, have lived my life without regrets! If you wish to take me, ask my sword first!" Ren Feifan exclaimed, drawing the Holy Abyss Sword and pointing it directly at the Huaxia Guardians. His posture was proud and defiant, and a terrifying killing intent swept over everyone present.
The four Guardians were taken aback; they had not anticipated the boy's fearlessness, let alone his audacity in brandishing his sword at them.
