"Another fight?" Julius Reed was a bit annoyed. He was really fed up. "Can’t you guys stop with the fighting all the time? A skeleton, a blind guy, why not sit down and chat?"

Reborn again, Julius Reed hadn’t learned anything else, but he’d certainly indulged in curses.

Honestly, back when he was sitting on the Lotus Stand, faced with the admiration of martial artists from all over, he spoke little and had to be careful, which was very tiring.

Now it’s great, he could curse someone’s family right away, and someone else would take the blame.

But Julius Reed was still helpless.

Others are reborn as supreme immortals in the world.

Not to mention having numerous wives and concubines, at the very least, a single word could determine life and death.

He, Julius Reed, the top martial artist of the pinnacle martial arts era controlling the souls of the Nine Provinces, held a prominent position and extraordinary abilities.

But who knew, when the apocalypse came, his soul hid inside the Lotus Stand, and after thousands of years, he was reborn in an era where martial arts were in decline.

What a perfect beginning.

Everything was going as planned.

But who would have thought, right after being reborn, he’d encounter a young man. This young man provoked him several times and actually managed to knock Julius Reed down.

A generation’s revered immortal became someone else’s underling.

Julius Reed couldn’t be more frustrated.

It’s like starting with four twos in hand, only to find out the opponent has all the king cards!

How can you play like that!

Julius Reed was serious about playing cards, yet he encountered someone who would flip the table!

At a very random moment, he discovered that cursing the opponent’s family could vent his emotions, turning him into a friendly person.

This shout really had an effect.

Marcellus Lopez’s skull slowly turned to look at Julius Reed.

After a moment of silence, he said, "A dignified Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance lord, yet lacking the slightest grace and substance, speaking so inappropriately!"

"Heh, if Silvio Reed knew, wonder what he’d think." Marcellus Lopez extended his bone-filled hand, pointing at Julius Reed. "Say anything foul again, I won’t mind teaching you a lesson. Even if you have no relation to Silvio Reed."

After speaking, he turned and looked at Julius Reed again.

"You’re a blind person, yet can accurately predict my attacks. I don’t know if it’s your skill or an advantage brought by blindness. But now, you must answer me."

"The armor on you is the real person. The skeleton is just decoration." Julius Reed crossed his legs casually, saying leisurely, "Don’t ask me why I know, I just do."

"Young man, that’s not good." Marcellus Lopez’s skull leaned forward, chuckling, "My patience is very limited."

The surrounding skeletons started to edge closer to Julius Reed.

It seemed they were just waiting for General Marcellus Lopez’s command to swarm him.

With the dense skeletons, even if they stood still for Julius Reed to cut them, it’d take quite a while to chop through.

Moreover, within this sandstorm, they could be reborn unlimitedly.

Divine blood couldn’t be used limitlessly, after several successive uses, Julius Reed already showed signs of anemia.

He had a demigod’s body, requiring powerful spiritual power to maintain the body’s various needs for spiritual power.

The power of divine blood was constantly being consumed, making Julius Reed’s body somewhat weak.

"Seems like you always thought you were in control?" Julius Reed leaned back on a chair made of stacked skeletons, completely relaxed, and said, "Or maybe you want to try and see?"

"Are you threatening me, or trying to provoke me?" Marcellus Lopez slowly raised his bony hand, and the skeleton soldiers behind him advanced once more.

They were truly only a step away from Julius Reed.

"If my hand falls, you two will die here. Even if you’re quite skilled, I guarantee you’ll be like them, becoming my skeleton soldiers." Marcellus Lopez spoke in a low tone, issuing a final ultimatum!

It seemed, if Julius Reed didn’t answer, he would send them both on their way.

"I love being threatened, it feels amazing." Julius Reed still seemed unaware of the danger, chuckling lightly, "If you’re willing to talk peacefully with me, perhaps only I would know. But if you dare touch me, the secret of Sweat-Blood Ridge will be known to the whole world. A piece of armor, let’s see if it can resist the ambitions of people around the world."

"Can it stop the greed of those across the world!"

"An armor capable of parasitizing souls, containing immense power! How many people in the world will want to obtain it?"

"Do you, along with your skeleton soldiers, have the capital to fight against the world?"

"You don’t!"

Julius Reed stood up, stepping on a chair made of bones!

Crack!

The bones shattered, leaving only powder on the ground.

The powder quickly dissipated, then condensed into a skeleton again, appearing at a distance.

The only sound in Sweat-Blood Ridge was the sound of sandstorm swirling.

Marcellus Lopez seemed to fall into silence.

He was contemplating.

What Julius Reed said made a lot of sense.

But the biggest problem was, how would people outside know?

Marcellus Lopez didn’t believe it!

But he didn’t dare to act recklessly.

No lie in those words, if outsiders knew, they’d likely use all their strength to steal the armor.

At that point, even with advantages at Sweat-Blood Ridge, he might not withstand the greed of people.

But facing a threat, if he compromised, it would be quite humiliating.

"Are you threatening me?"

Marcellus Lopez asked.

"Dammit! Either fight or chat with my brother Piran Wilson! A pile of bones, what the hell are you putting on airs for?"

Julius Reed was very angry.

He couldn’t see around, but could hear the two talking.

Since his rebirth, he had always looked down on everything in this world.

Except Julius Reed.

If such a skeleton, back then, he would have smashed it with one palm!

Where does a pile of bones get off acting wild?

"What did you say!"

Marcellus Lopez suddenly stood up!

He was truly angry!

As the former general from the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, being repeatedly humiliated verbally, even having his mother insulted multiple times.

No matter how good a temper, it couldn’t be endured!

"Lord, you’re too noisy!"

Julius Reed strode over and smacked the skeleton in front of him!

Marcellus Lopez was slightly stunned, not figuring out what was going on.

Under Marcellus Lopez’s gaze, Julius Reed walked to Julius Reed and impatiently cursed: "Lord, I’m sending you away!"

He sharply jabbed his finger on Julius Reed’s brow!

Thud!

That Shadow Kims copy of Julius Reed’s body instantly collapsed on the ground.

"Dead?"

Marcellus Lopez clearly sensed that this body had no breath and no spiritual power fluctuations.

It seemed the soul was shattered!

"He really was noisy, my temper is this, sorry." Julius Reed returned to Marcellus Lopez’s side, grabbed a skeleton soldier, twisted off its skull, and threw it on the ground, sitting on it.

This time, Marcellus Lopez was dumbfounded.

The Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance lord, killed just like that?

This really is a ruthless person...

"Can we sit down and chat? If we can’t talk, let’s fight!"

Julius Reed said angrily.

"Can try... to chat." Marcellus Lopez responded with a peculiar tone.