Lightning Is the Only Way

Gravis narrowed his eyes and turned around, looking at the person who had just shouted at him. Judging by the strength and imposingness of the voice, the person was definitely a Spirit Forming expert. The voice had awakened a sense of danger inside Gravis. Thus he was sure of the person's strength. Gravis readied himself for a fight.

A middle-aged man with flowing, fiery red hair came running. "Why do you stop me?" asked Gravis with a severe tone.

The person seemed to get even angrier as urgency radiated from his eyes. "Not you!" he shouted. "Your bird!"

Gravis eyebrows rose in surprise, and he looked to Skye. Skye was currently carrying an unconscious disciple in its beak, readying itself to swallow him. Gravis' eyes widened when he saw that. "Skye, Stop!" he shouted.

GULP!

Skye swallowed the disciple and then looked at Gravis with a questioning look. Wasn't it allowed to eat Gravis' enemies? What's his deal?

Gravis ran to Skye. "Spit him out, now!" he shouted at Skye, and it looked back at him with bitterness and unwillingness. "They were not my enemies, and they are still alive. Spit him out!"

Skye looked at Gravis and then at the new arrival, who was really close by now and conceded.

LURCH Clank!

The disciple's unconscious body fell out of Skye's lowered opened beak and hit the ground. The clothes had already been fully corroded, and even his skin looked a little burned. The Guild Master of the Fire Guild went to the disciple and checked his life signs. Only when he felt that the Energy and body were still vigorous did he sigh in relief.

Gravis scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. "Sorry, Skye didn't do it on purpose," Gravis explained.

The Guild Master glared at Skye but then sighed. "Nothing major happened, so it's okay," he waved the matter off nonchalantly. He then turned to Gravis to look at him more closely. "You have impressive battle-strength. You even managed to defeat Red, the strongest person in Magic Gathering in our guild."

strength. While he didn't care about the status of the Guild Master, he cared about his strength. Just when Gravis wanted to turn around and continue on

when Gravis looked at him without

Gravis. "Are you interested in a

narrowed. "You can't win

earned many

by the idea. First, Gravis killed his disciples and stole their wealth and then offered to sell their own weapons back to them? However, as the Guild Master continued thinking about this situation, he started to realize that that was actually not such

know what?" asked the Guild Master rhetorically after

little. "Alright, but I am only interested in body tempering pills.

determine the price of the weapons based on the Contribution

at the

those points, like a normal disciple,"

about ten of your strongest disciples, and you

fights had been fair, and you never acted weak to lure in more, weaker people to make more money. From the

disciples didn't realize their strength difference to you, even though you loudly stated that only people at the ninth level of Magic Gathering had a realistic

Guild Master majestically swished his long sleeve to the side. "If they can't feel danger, then it's their fault they died! As for the later disciples, you have never asked for backup and always fought by yourself. They knew what they were

Flern had said that the death of their disciples only showed their weakness. He had also said that most of the Fire Guild thought like that. Initially, Gravis had been a little skeptical, but seeing

power. Gravis thought that this philosophy was similar to the Heaven Sect. The Heaven Sect believed that if someone died, Heaven wanted them to die, and if someone lived, Heaven wanted them to live. Yet, the Fire Guild attributed this "catch-all" philosophy

at least, into the Spirit Forming Realm. So, surviving is not completely reliant on strength. But in the end, Gravis thought that the Fire Guild had a better philosophy than the Heaven

the ground in front of him. "Some peak Magic Weapons," he tossed multiple sabers out, including his old one, "those few weapons that I

weapons and sighed again. Every weapon signified a dead disciple. Even though the Fire Guild had the philosophy of absolute power, those

weapons started floating one by one as the Guild Master inspected them for damage. The heavy halberd and the other weapons also floated in from the old fighting area. They were not that far from the old fighting area. After the Guild Master looked through the weapons, he nodded. "Alright, that's

WHOOSH PACK!

one from the Heaven Sect. Of course, even though the Fire Guild was multiple times