"I, Silvio Reed, am by no means an ordinary person, nor am I the useless individual you speak of."
Silvio Reed sat cross-legged within his sea of consciousness, speaking coldly, "I haven't become one of you because I'm inferior; rather, after that catastrophe, the spiritual power was extinguished too severely. It's impossible for a Martial Artist from that era to appear in this world again."
"If I had been in your era, you wouldn't even be qualified to carry my shoes."
After saying this, Silvio Reed became calm instead.
"Perhaps that's true. But now, having toyed with me, you're destined to be killed by me! I will annihilate your soul and tear your body apart."
The Blood Soul Emperor floated within Silvio Reed's sea of consciousness, sneering, "If I'm not mistaken, the trick you're using now belongs to that idiot Nine Provinces True Monarch. Unexpectedly, you do have some cunning since you were able to acquire his belongings!"
