"Who is Julius Reed?" Emperor Cloud Harris' face bore a disdainful expression, and he asked, "Is he a nobody? Sorry, in your world, apart from Silvio Reed, I know no one."
At least Silvio Reed is a king.
A man with a crown.
Renowned in this world, having slain several emperor-level masters, he naturally commands attention.
Although Emperor Cloud Harris is arrogant, even the North Palace King, stronger than him, died at Silvio Reed's hands.
This makes it unavoidable for him to acknowledge the name Silvio Reed.
Furthermore, acknowledging a man with a crown wouldn't tarnish his own reputation as an emperor-level ancient martial artist.
As for Julius Reed...
Hmm?
Emperor Cloud Harris felt a sense of familiarity.
"Oh. I seem to recall, weren't you the little figure battling against Silvio Reed? I've heard a bit. Not bad, you managed to dodge a few times in front of me, didn't disappoint."
He remembered.
The young man who contended with Silvio Reed.
