"You?" The Empress was taken aback. "The king of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?"
"Yes, the king of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance." Julius Reed pointed at himself: "Me. Julius Reed."
"Although you can enter this world, you should still recognize yourself.
The king of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance? If they had a king like you, the alliance would have been overthrown long ago." The Empress displayed disdain. "Besides a good appearance, what else do you have?"
"I have my martial strength." Julius Reed prepared to draw his sword, eager to test the Empress's skills.
"You seem to forget that I can hear your thoughts." The Empress shook her head: "If you don't want to die, stay put here and wait for Trent Marsh to become a puppet, open the mystic temple, and leave with these divine beings."
