The mindset of the Nine Nether True Lord is subtly transforming.

Once upon a time, even when he let his divine sense curl up in the lotus seed, he had the mentality of "I’m the best in the world".

Including those very talented martial artists of the Hume family, in his mind, they were nothing but a heap of dog shit.

They couldn’t even catch the eye of this master who controlled the souls of the Nine Provinces.

Ultimately, just as he said, in the post-martial arts era, there were no martial artists worth looking at.

The martial artists of their era were all mighty beings.

Martial arts was not something ordinary people could touch.

Ordinary people should chop wood, be slaves, farm the fields, serve the martial artists in exchange for a bite of food.

Martial arts was noble, inviolable.

It was a symbol of status.

In that era, martial artists were absolutely noble, they were the aristocracy.

But in this world, anyone can practice martial arts.

Even those cleaning toilets have become martial arts masters.

While not everyone practices martial arts, it’s almost the case.

Martial arts has no threshold, and although the upper levels are still controlled by some large sects, the threshold is actually very low now.

The result is that many people are just entry-level martial artists, their abilities very poor.

In the Nine Nether True Lord’s eyes, the once golden symbol of martial artists has been tarnished.

In their era, even the worst martial artist would at least be at Great Grandmaster level today.

So, deep down, he despises the people of this era.

He even looks down upon the entire martial arts world today.

This arrogance persisted until he met Julius Reed.

This young man defeated him repeatedly in the sea of consciousness, trampling on his dignity, trampling on his honor, stepping him underfoot.

The Nine Nether True Lord experienced an unprecedented sense of humiliation, and that disdain gradually dissipated in the face of the young man.

He began to acknowledge this young martial artist, thinking that back in the day, he could have easily wiped out this young man.

As time went on, he reluctantly served the young man, yet unknowingly became an admirer of the young man.

Even though the Nine Nether True Lord did not subjectively want this, he actually deeply recognized and appreciated Julius Reed in his heart.

So much so that he began to emulate Julius Reed.

Like the middle finger gesture just now, and the words ’dog trash’.

Even performing the whole set of actions and spitting on the ground was very cool.

In the Nine Nether True Lord’s era, martial artists were aristocrats, even when facing swords and guns, they wouldn’t do such tasteless things.

Accustomed to being reserved, before making a move he could insult his opponent, and doing such unfitting actions made him feel very comfortable!

His heart was extremely carefree.

After being suppressed for thousands of years, the feeling today for the Nine Nether True Lord was summed up in two words!

Comfortable!

"Julius Reed, I’m very disappointed, you’ve changed." Dragon Dance slowly extended her hand, behind her Black Dragon held a flag, handing it to her.

The flag was emblazoned with a Kylin.

Below were unclear characters.

At a glance, it was known these characters were odd ancient texts, even Julius Reed, who had lived for thousands of years, couldn’t recognize them.

"I’ll ask you again." Dragon Dance’s eyes held not only disappointment but also undeniable disbelief.

"The Julius Reed in my memory was definitely not like this." She shook her head, her voice somewhat raspy, "Then why did you save me? Why not watch me die at Hume Rose’s hands? Why save the women and children of the Dragon family? Julius Reed, have you really never loved me? Not even a bit?"

’I’m Julius Reed?’ The Nine Nether True Lord had heard of Julius Reed’s name, and while at the tavern, he roughly learned the identity of this physical body.

But the woman before him, seemed to be emotional baggage left by Julius Reed?

The Nine Nether True Lord felt a bit conflicted, but the actions Julius Reed took, what did they have to do with the Nine Nether True Lord?

Moreover, is this Julius Reed dead?

Isn’t this body his now?

Then, sorry.

"I’m not a scumbag." The Nine Nether True Lord said very firmly, "From now on, all grievances between us are cleared! Remember, woman. I, Julius Reed, am not a scumbag. What follows is a battle of life and death."

Beside him, Julius Reed took a deep breath, wanting to erupt, but for a moment he couldn’t retort.

Is he supposed to say he’s a scumbag?

But if he jumps out and says he’s the real Julius Reed, wouldn’t the Nine Nether True Lord be wasted?

It’s rare to find someone to take his place, allowing him to do anything with peace of mind.

Forget it.

Thinking of this, Julius Reed didn’t stop the Nine Nether True Lord.

"I thought I was ruthless, but I didn’t expect you to be even more cold-hearted." The pain on Dragon Dance’s face slowly disappeared, replaced by hatred.

"Married for a day, loving for a hundred days, since it’s come to a point of no return, I will let you make the first move." Dragon Dance sneered, seemingly feeling it’s not worth it, perhaps mocking Julius Reed.

Whatever she and Julius Reed had, was already well-known.

Dragon Dance was an empress, never shying away from this matter.

"What? Julius... Did I have that kind of thing with you?" The Nine Nether True Lord was surprised, this Julius Reed really is a scumbag!

Beside him, Julius Reed had long heard the Nine Nether True Lord’s feelings clearly.

He wanted to hit someone, wanted to curse, but it seemed what the other said wasn’t wrong.

"Sorry, I forgot..." The Nine Nether True Lord was still a noble-hearted martial artist, in his era, martial artists actually cared about morality.

That was the very least.

After all, aristocracy was not only about status, but also about character.

In that era, anyone who did something damaging to reputation would be despised.

"You..."

Dragon Dance’s face flushed, eyes filled with anger.

Pulled up his pants and didn’t acknowledge?

Not just him, even Dragon Kun and Trent Marsh were surprised.

When did the dignified lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, Julius Reed, become this kind of man?

Ate clean and wiped his mouth, and that was it?

"Brother, I think what you did was very wrong." Trent Marsh chimed in, "In my impression, though you were affectionate, you were also noble-hearted. After that kind of thing happened, you don’t admit it now, it damages your reputation."

"Indeed, I thought the lord of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance was some kind of gentleman." Dragon Kun spat on the ground, "Bah! Disgusting!"

This time, even the Nine Nether True Lord couldn’t respect this body.

But there was no choice, now he is Julius Reed.

If he had known the two had a relationship, he wouldn’t have spoken so harshly just now.

Now, there’s no way to fix it.

"Enough talk, let’s fight." The Nine Nether True Lord raised his head, not planning to admit his mistakes.

The girl Julius Reed slept with, what does she have to do with me, the Nine Nether True Lord?

"You... fine!" Dragon Dance gritted her teeth, "I heard you can perform soul capturing, I may not have seen this skill from you before, but now I am not afraid. Someone, test Julius Reed’s ability for me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, two experts charged out from behind her!