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."

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

still kept his solemn look, but inside, he was growing afraid. The old man was right. Ancestor Darkness wasn't here right now. Even if Byron could call him, he probably also wouldn't

Whoosh!

slightly, but no 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.

kept himself perfectly hidden. As the Sect Master of the Darkness Sect, Byron was the supreme expert in stealth, only second to

Clank, Thump!

shot forward from a one-meter distance when the end 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. Meanwhile, Gravis

the old man said with concern. "Don't play too

in rage. With all his power, he burst forward and

THWACK!

throwing him away. After over 20 meters of flying, Byron recovered. 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

Byron, making him unable to move.

Lightning Sect. It had been such

'Lightning Tyrant,' Byron remembered.

a 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

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

Master. Old man Lightning had been a headache for every single Sect when he was young,

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

priests could kill him, but then where would they put their face?

danger to his life in the future, but if Byron continued attacking, he

assassinate the whole upper echelon. After that, the Darkness Sect would swoop in and

and Manuel. The elder was barely clinging onto life, and Manuel had also been injured severely by Byron's slap. Byron narrowed his eyes as he planned his

with a death stare. "Killing you now would alert the Wind Sect to what's coming. I'll let you stay alive for a