Lightning Is the Only Way

"What are you doing here?" asked Byron with narrowed eyes. His whole casual, disdainful demeanor was gone, replaced with anger and seriousness.

The old man laughed slightly. "I've been with you for around three weeks. Couldn't you tell?" the old man said with a smile.

"So, you've been here all this time?" Byron asked. "Then why didn't you stop me from killing the Wind Sect Master?"

The old man smiled slightly. "You know that I don't interfere with politics, little Byron."

Byron's eyes narrowed even further. "I'm over 140 years old," he stated matter-of-factly.

The old man switched his walking cane to a different hand. Apparently, his current hand had gotten tired. "You'll always be little Byron, no matter how old you are." The old man then looked at the sky in remembrance. "I still remember the young boy that accompanied old Darkness. You were still a youngster back then. How long has it been since you and my little lightning bolt played?"

Byron gritted his teeth. "Are you mocking me?"

The old man coughed slightly, but with a smile. "Oh, little Byron, I don't have time to mock you. Life is precious, and mine is fleeting, at best. I'm going to take this kid with me. You go do whatever you want."

Byron was still solemn. He knew exactly how dangerous it was to let Gravis live. Gravis had an unprecedented cultivation speed and battle-strength. From his talks with Gravis, he also knew that Gravis would need less than a year to reach the Seed Stage. This meant that in a year, Gravis had the ability to fight him, though not defeat him. In another couple of years, when Gravis reached the Sapling Stage, Byron wouldn't have a chance anymore. He was sure of that.

"You can't protect yourself from Ancestor Darkness while protecting this kid. Don't make a mistake, old man," Byron said threateningly.

The old man laughed slightly. "Old Darkness isn't here right now."

Byron sneered. "How would you know? We, darkness cultivators, are the best at stealth."

as Gravis' body started floating due to his Spirit. "I know old Darkness, and he is too busy with other stuff. He won't waste his time here. You probably don't even have a method to contact him, even though you are the Sect Master. Old Darkness has always been a helpless introvert, always plotting in a dark corner playing with his knives,"

probably also wouldn't come.

Whoosh!

one noticed. The ring was inside his coat, which no Spirit could penetrate. As Byron moved to the side, his body vanished as a perfect afterimage remained. This afterimage even exuded the Spirit and aura of him. Not even the old man was able to see through this. After all, this was one of Byron's most

hidden. As the Sect Master of the Darkness Sect, Byron

Clank, Thump!

of the walking cane went between his legs and made him trip. This had happened so quickly and suddenly that Byron couldn't regain his balance and faceplanted.

said with concern. "Don't play too rough, or you will hurt

eyes exploded in rage.

THWACK!

No blood was coming out of his forehead, but for some reason, it still hurt like hell. Byron touched his forehead and felt a small protrusion growing. This made Byron even angrier as he readied

pressure assaulted Byron, making him unable to move. "Does grandpa have to slap a bitch?" Old Man Lightning

Sect. It had

'Lightning Tyrant,' Byron remembered.

crazy individual. If one didn't know that he cultivated lightning, one would think that he was a madman from the Fire Sect. As soon as anyone said anything bad about anyone he

Sects directly. Of course, he didn't have the strength, at the time, to topple them, but he always managed to survive. Old

single Sect when he was young, with no

the Heaven Sect would send executioners at him. Yet, Old Man Lightning always won.

but then where would they put their face? Like this, they just let him do

life away. Gravis might be a danger to his life in the future, but if Byron continued attacking, he wouldn't even live to that day. On top of that, he had more important things to do. After all,

of the Wind Sect didn't work anymore. Like this, Byron could sneak into the Wind Sect and assassinate the whole upper echelon. After that, the Darkness Sect would swoop in and annihilate the rest. With this, all the wealth and resources of the Wind Sect would belong to the Darkness

clinging onto life, and Manuel had also been injured severely by Byron's

luck," Byron said to Manuel, who looked at Byron with a death stare. "Killing you now would alert the Wind Sect to what's coming. I'll let you stay alive for a