"Your move is really swift!"
Julius Reed, facing a wan and emaciated man, calmly said, "No wonder you're a man who once was the King of Nine Provinces."
"You're too kind. But I didn't expect the crown, dormant for so long, to end up on your head."
Pointing at Julius Reed's head, the man smiled grimly, "As expected, my prophecy wasn't wrong. The one who obtains the crown will indeed come here."
He stretched out his hand, revealing a black pentagram in his palm.
"I am the seventy-third King of Nine Provinces, Brevin Green."
Brevin Green wasn't in a hurry to act but instead looked outside.
Outside was empty, nothing there.
"You dare not bring anyone?"
Brevin Green exclaimed in surprise, "Alone, you dare to storm the Nine Provinces Palace?"
He originally thought the person coming would be prepared.
Yet the opponent was all alone.
Brevin Green seemed a bit incredulous, carefully sensing the outside.
He found that there truly wasn't anyone around.
