The Story Never Ends
Chapter 156 - Conard Vs The Sect Masters

"Is something wrong Senior?" Davion acted innocently. He wanted to check the limits of this bald man.

"You should know that I'm just a will and do not have much energy left." The bald man thought for a while and replied. Although he had taken most of the help from the lightning and had enough energy, he didn't dare to agree with it. Who knew if this greedy brat would ask for more?

"Sad. I would immediately agree to take in the inheritance if you did so…" Davion muttered in disappointment while making sure the bald man could hear it properly.

And as he thought, the bald man's expression changed straight away and he changed his mind.

"Young man, seeing you so dejected, I think I should help you with it. However, I won't have any energy left thereafter." He had a solemn look on his face.

Davion understood what he meant and bowed, "Senior, I will be grateful to you."

The bald man didn't say anything and took those two skulls from his hands. Afterward, he threw them into the thunder and repeated the same process.

***

"BOOM…BOOM"

In the sky, outside the territory of the Thunderbolt Sect, a huge battle was taking place. Explosions after explosions occurred, and everything in a kilometer radius had been destroyed due to the shockwaves. Not only that, but no cultivators below the Nascent Soul Stage could come over here because of the tremendous pressure befalling from above.

"Solomon, you have become far stronger than previously," Conard said while punching straight ahead.

"The same goes for you," Solomon replied while vanishing from the spot and appearing a certain distance away from him. One could see lightning covering his body from top to bottom.

Then he circled around Conard at the speed of light causing afterimages to appear. He knew that fighting head-on with him was just seeking death.

"Sky of Dragons"

Conard saw all the afterimages transforming into huge dragons made of lightning and coming after him. There were at least hundreds of them, but he didn't panic. He simply destroyed them with his brute force.

"Hah…" He shouted loudly and radiated a huge amount of devil essence. The whole sky became brown, and the lightning dragons began exploding after being in contact with this aura.

"Bang…bang…"

"He deserves to be the strongest devil emperor." Solomon thought and finally took out his spiritual artifact. It was a hammer inscribed with various runes from where sparks were being generated.

"Heavenly Wrath" He lifted it upward and the sky that was brown was instantly cleared up. Instead, dark clouds gathered and huge bolts of lightning rained down from them. These flashes of lightning accumulated on his hammer and then he dashed off towards Conard.

Seeing this, Conard didn't dare to hesitate anymore and decided to take out his devil artifact. He knew that the power of a higher-grade spiritual artifact was not something his devil body could handle even though it was quite tough.

He sent his devil essence into his spirit ring and was about to take it out when all of a sudden, it became unstable and he even coughed out a mouthful of blood.

"Pfft-"

This didn't end here as Solomon was already ahead of him. How could he miss this good opportunity?

"BAM"

Conard suffered a heavy blow on his face, and he was smacked into the ground. However, Solomon didn't relax yet and made another move at once.

His hammer became huge in an instant, and he threw it downwards. It carried a huge amount of lightning energy with it, and it landed on the body of Conard.

"BOOM"

"Come" Solomon hooked his fingers and the hammer returned back to him.

"Although I don't know what happened to him in the middle, it was good for me." He smiled but suddenly he sensed a dangerous aura ahead of him.

He gazed in that direction and became amazed.

A huge shuriken carrying destructive wind energy was spinning and coming towards Conard who was on the ground. In a few seconds, it reached him and crashed.

"BBAAMM"

"Old friend Solomon, I didn't know that you were here too." An old voice was heard in the air.

"Zachary, so it's indeed you." Solomon turned back and saw an old man wearing white robes soaring in the air.

He had long hair and a beard which were both green in color. He was emitting a vigorous aura comparable to Solomon.

"Why are you here?" Solomon asked.

"Humph! How can you act like this? Don't you know that you are fighting in the territory of my Great Wind Sect?" Zachery scoffed.

"Eh!" Solomon looked embarrassed. He now finally remembered where he was at. This was all because of Jared as he came in a hurry to save him.

"You have destroyed the landscape too," Zachery was furious.

"Haiz, forget about it. The matter with Conard is serious here." Solomon reminded him.

"Talking about him, why is he here?" Zachery was confused.

"How do I know? He ambushed one of my elders here," Solomon explained everything.

Zachery nodded and was about to say something when he felt some movement coming from the ground.

"Swish.."

He saw an object coming for him at a rapid speed. So, he raised his hand and caught it. Yes, it was his shuriken.

"You two have really angered me." Conard bellowed in anger and emerged from the ground.

They could see a deep cut in his stomach from where blood was dripping like a fountain. However, this was not the most serious injury but rather the one on his head. His face had been squashed, and some part of his brain could be seen. Not only that, the mark of Solomon's hammer was still apparent on his face.

They became serious and gripped their weapons tightly. Despite Conard's injury, they still didn't have the confidence of taking him down.

"Devil Armor" Conard took out a metal orb from his spirit ring and poured his devil essence into it. The orb melted like liquid and covered his skin.

Then in a couple of seconds, he was wearing black armor covering every inch of his body. The most dangerous part about this armor was its gauntlets. They were huge and had sharp nails all over their surface.

"He finally used it," Solomon whispered to Zachary. They knew that it was his higher-grade devil artifact.

"It's troublesome," Zachary replied. The body of this devil was already a tough nut to crack. But now with the addition of this armor on the top, one could imagine how difficult it would be.

Conard pointed his fists towards both of them and the nails on his gauntlets fired off in their direction.

"Clang…clang…"

They blocked them with their weapons, but this was just a distraction as Conard had already appeared behind them.

***

"Young man, I'm tired," The bald man returned to him those skulls and sighed in relief.

"Thank you, Senior. Without your help I would never have been able to erase those imprints," Davion was very happy.

"Haha, how could you think like that? Don't you know that with my inheritance your cultivation base will swiftly increase in a few years? Then you will be able to erase them easily." The bald man boasted.

"Wow! I didn't know about that," Davion was really surprised this time.

"Hehe, did you think that my inheritance would only contain the spiritual arts?" The bald man gave him a mysterious smile.

"Is there more?" Davion asked.

"Indeed. I have gathered a lot of energy during my time in the Secret Realm which I will then inject into you causing your cultivation base to improve." The bald man explained.

Davion nodded in understanding.

"Ok! It's enough chit-chatting. Let's go down first." The bald man descended and Davion followed behind him.

"We can begin now." The bald man spoke.

"As you say." Davion sat cross-legged on the ground and closed his eyes.

"Finally." The bald man muttered and extended his index finger towards his forehead. But Davion stopped him again like previously.

"Halt!"

The bald man became furious and a dangerous aura brewed inside him. Nonetheless, he controlled himself and didn't dare to release it. What if he accidentally hurt this brat? Wouldn't his plan fail?

This was also the reason why he didn't choose to take over the soul of that woman. She was hurt and in a dire state. So, he simply killed her and waited for the other one.

Despite these thoughts, he calmly asked, "Young man, what is it now?"

"Senior, I have learned that one could only cultivate the spiritual arts that they are suitable to. So, I was a bit worried." Davion's acting was top-notch.

"After all, I never know whether I will be able to cultivate them or not."

"Damn." The bald man cursed inwardly and really wanted to choke him to death. However, he still didn't explode. But one could know that he had definitely neared his limits.

"Ahem," he cleared his throat and said, "Don't worry, young man. My spiritual arts are one of their kind and have no such problems."