So, are we really going to call Piran Wilson to join us?

Dragon Dance’s eyes were filled with helplessness.

Even a trace of resentment.

The Dragon family had witnessed Piran Wilson’s power.

The scar on Black Dragon’s body and Dragon Kun’s internal injury were the best evidence.

This blind swordsman defeated two of Dragon family’s top experts in just two days, breaking Dragon Dance’s wings.

He even defeated Hume Rose and saved her, Dragon Dance.

Even though the Dragon family has no information about this swordsman, Dragon Dance never doubts Piran Wilson’s abilities.

Now, just Julius Reed is enough to make them fearful.

Dragon Dance has a way to handle the noble Julius Reed.

But she never expected that Julius Reed would be so despicable now.

Indeed, when a person is shameless, they can be invincible in the world.

Julius Reed has the soul-capturing special move and formidable combat strength.

The Dragon family was caught off guard.

Dragon Dance calculated everything, assuming Julius Reed would be upright, not a rogue as he is now.

Suddenly, everyone present realized a problem.

How terrifying Julius Reed could be when he maintains integrity.

Because as long as he ignores morals and disregards some things, he is almost invincible.

All strategies against Julius Reed can only target his uprightness.

Once this guy becomes unruly, there really is no solution.

"I say, are we fighting or not?" Nine Nether Sovereign pointed at the flag in Dragon Dance’s hand, asking curiously: "Where did that thing come from? You think you can fight me with a broken flag?"

The writings on the flag seemed familiar to him, but he couldn’t quite recall.

It is inherently difficult for the soul to detach from the body.

Throughout the Nine Provinces, few can achieve this like him.

But telekinesis exists isolated within the lotus seed, and having slumbered for ages, it can affect his memory, causing him to forget certain things.

This forgetting is entirely different from Julius Reed’s amnesia; it can be termed as permanent forgetting.

He simply can’t remember anymore.

Because that part of memory has long dissipated.

In essence, Nine Nether Sovereign was once just a force of telekinesis.

Just like the Crown Prince of Mont once was.

Existing forcibly with stubbornness and a desire for revenge.

Once his perseverance fades, the person ceases to exist.

But memory is never without connections; it resembles a heap of tangled threads, intertwined and complex.

Chop away half the threads, and the remaining heap still has some connections.

Nine Nether Sovereign acknowledged this problem, hence he asked.

He must have seen it!

He just can’t recall now.

"Julius Reed, I admit you’re strong, but no one in this world is truly invincible! Once upon a time, the owner of this flag was also a dominant force! But now, perhaps dead for countless years."

Dragon Dance pointed at the flag in her hand, eyes filled with resentment and unwillingness: "Including Silvio Reed, you say he’s not dead, but indeed, I killed him! I believe Silvio Reed is dead. Even for you, Julius Reed, there will be a day of demise!"

After saying this, she swung the flag suddenly!

Whoosh!

In an instant, the sky turned dark, a ten thousand ghosts wailed!

Martial artists looked around in horror, quickly covering their ears and gathered together.

This sound made people very uncomfortable.

Moreover, the fear came deeply from the soul!

"Julius Reed, since you’re ruthless and heartless towards me, don’t blame me for being merciless! You all must die!"

Dragon Dance forcefully swung it.

"Is this... the treasured Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts from our Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance?" Trent Marsh stared at the sky’s dark mass like storm clouds, along with the eerie screams, suddenly recalling.

"Dragon Dance, you stole our Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance’s treasure!" he pointed at Dragon Dance, but now felt helpless.

"This thing was originally Silvio Reed’s burial item, what’s wrong with me taking it out?" Dragon Dance gently waved the flag, and a terrifying apparition appeared in the sky.

Countless small black dots gathered, gradually forming the silhouette of a person.

But around this person’s head, countless small human heads appeared.

"Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts... Dragon Dance, you’re really insane! No one ever used this, and the first person to use it died! Fourth Brother made it a burial item precisely because it’s too dangerous!"

"It’s not because of the greed for the treasure, as you think! You foolish woman, you’re going to get us all killed!"

Trent Marsh drew his knife, trying to rush forward.

He belonged to Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, knowing the fearsome aspect of the Banner of Ten Thousand Ghosts!

A slight misstep, everyone present could die!

But the strong wind blew him back!

A ten-meter radius around Dragon Dance was impregnable!

Black winds swirled continuously.

And in the sky, the human figure became clearer.

"Hurry, I can’t hold on!"

Dragon Dance shouted suddenly.

Her face was pale, figure swaying, beads of sweat rolling down.

"Start the formation!"

Black Dragon shouted loudly, countless spiritual medicines were brought out, thrown on the ground.

Black Dragon personally set the formation, forcibly compressing the spiritual power within these medicines, channeling it around Dragon Dance’s body.

Spiritual power was white, forming a thin white mist.

But touching Dragon Dance’s surroundings, it seemed torn away rapidly.

The Dragon family had wealth, had resources.

Countless rare spiritual medicines, thrown on the ground, were constantly squeezed for spiritual power by Black Dragon!

Martial artists rushing from all directions, watching the ground covered in spiritual medicines, their jaws almost dropped...

"This..."

Indeed, poverty limits imagination.

In the Dragon family’s eyes, these spiritual medicines were no different from grass.

With the spiritual power pouring in, the sky grew darker.

"Seems, very powerful." Julius Reed sensed his surroundings. Although he couldn’t see, with the God Eye’s enhancement, it seemed he could see everything.

"I..."

Nine Nether Sovereign’s eyes were vacant.

"Are you scared?" Julius Reed felt a bit surprised.

Nine Nether Sovereign had experienced the world; this small scene was nothing.

But he couldn’t articulate it, feeling Nine Nether Sovereign’s emotions were off.

"Such a familiar feeling." Nine Nether Sovereign took a deep breath, His memory was lost, but connected memories remained, unable to recall, but felt familiar.

"Julius Reed, I’ll ask you one last time!" Dragon Dance raised the flag high, swaying unsteadily, yet loudly asked: "Did you ever like me!"

She was the empress!

Admired by everyone!

Only she could kick others aside, toy with their emotions, absolutely refusing to be toyed with or deceived!

"To hell with it." Nine Nether Sovereign nearly instinctively uttered.

He integrated into this world, learning everything about it.

Including...

Friendly greetings to opponent’s family and relatives.

"You..." Dragon Dance clearly didn’t expect this answer.

"Then...die."

She gradually closed her eyes, sharply swinging the flag!

In an instant, the black shadow in the sky pressed down on Nine Nether Sovereign and Julius Reed!