Chapter 233: Old Man Lightning (1/2)

”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.”

The old man kept his calm 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,” the old man narrated.

Byron 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 come. Ancestor Darkness never cared about such things. He only cared about becoming more powerful. He would probably even tell Byron that it was his own fault for provoking Old Man Lightning.

Whoosh!

One of Byron's rings glittered 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. Not even the old man was able to see through this. After all, this was one of Byron's most powerful items.

It was still night, and Byron perfectly used the night to hide his presence. He didn't even use his Spirit as he kept himself perfectly hidden. As the Sect Master of the Darkness Sect, Byron was the supreme expert in stealth, only second to Ancestor Darkness. Slowly, he neared Gravis. Byron knew that he couldn't hurt old man lightning. The only thing that he could do was kill Gravis.

Clank, Thump!

Byron just 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 just floated away a little to create some space for the faceplanting Byron.

”Be careful, little Byron,” the old man said with concern. ”Don't play too rough, or you will hurt yourself.”

Byron spat out a mouthful of dirt, and his eyes exploded in rage. With all his power, he burst forward and charged at old man Lightning.

THWACK!

The head of the cane hit Byron's head, 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 protrusion growing. This made Byron even angrier as he readied himself for another charge.

”I said, don't play rough, or…” said Old Man Lightning as his eyes suddenly narrowed. A powerful pressure assaulted Byron, making him unable to move. ”Does grandpa have to slap a bitch?” Old Man Lightning said with a darker voice.