Reincarnation Of The Strongest Spirit Master

For the first time since coming here, this terrifying old man showed a disturbed expression over his face, even choking in the middle of his laughs.

"So, you finally came," the old man, the elder from the Black Mamba group said in welcoming his nemesis. While the leader of this base just arrived with another group of strong looking spirit masters.

The two sides stood in front of each other, not palling at all in comparison. Yet the eyes of everyone showed how much deep hatred everybody got for the other.

"I was wondering why it smells bad here, and now I got the answer," the leader of this place spoke first.

"I see that you missed tidying up your base. I even heard that lots of your forces got wiped out in that fort, on the hands of a kid, hahahaha!"

"That kid is the same who took away your son's life," the leader of this base didn't show any sign of getting insulted. In return, he simply smirked, "if it was me, I'd find a hole and dig myself a grave at."

"Tsk, says the one who is losing in the hands of the same kid."

The two didn't show any sign of weakness, and they already had a long history of hatred between each other.

"What are you doing here, bastard?" After a few minutes of utter silence, the leader spoke with a snort.

"Just heard you are growing old and tired, so figured out to come and lead this place in respect for our old friendship."

"Humph!" The two didn't say anything useful, kept trying to bite each other using words, "cut the chase already. You won't travel all this distance just to say such useless words."

"Why say the obvious? You already know why I'm here," the elder from the Black Mamba folks said.

"Will it hurt you so bad to say that you need help?" The leader's words seemed a bit gentle and nice. But coupled with his evil eyes and smile, it was clear he was belittling this old man in front of him.

"Tsk! You are indeed getting old," that old man sighed, "I will take the lead of a big army to take down that boy, help you in taking back little of your lost face. How about that?"

"You won't even ask for my help directly, and you expect me to step in and aid you? No way!" the leader of this base harrumphed, turned around as he was prepared to leave, "enjoy your stay here as long as you like, but keep your dirty fangs off my people."

"We'll see about that," the old man didn't get fazed by this leader's words. He knew the situation here wasn't going to get any better anytime soon. All he needed to do was to lean back and watch the interesting show.

And sooner or later, things would be ugly and hard for his rival, ending up calling for his aid. Everywhere William went, chaos followed. Even when that kid went into the forest, he ended up facing and dealing damage to the dark spirit masters. Even when he came here, to this fort, he ended up causing great harm to the dark spirit masters.

That old man knew William wasn't going to sit around and would do something huge soon. But that didn't mean he'd have to lay back and wait for long for such a thing to happen. That old man's eyes shone brightly in an evil way, while a truly evil idea popped in his mind.

"Moore, I want you to do something," as that leader did really leave without agreeing on his terms, that old man didn't intend to let things be like this.

"Anything, lord," a giant looking dark spirit master stepped up, cladded all in strong looking armour. He was at least three metres in height, looking a bit strong and special.

"Use your gift, and deliver a message over to that kid," that old man's eyes shone in fierce light, "inform him about the places of this jerk's bases."

"This…" the one called Moore found it insane to do this. If news spread, then his lord would be in deep trouble, considered as a traitor in the eyes of the grand and scary dark spirit master community.

But a single firm glance from his lord made him swallow what he wanted to say. "Sure, sure lord, I'll do it. Give me a day and I'll deliver that message over."

"Good boy," the old man smiled, a smile that wasn't even close to one. In his eyes, he wanted to get revenge, and just wanted to get rid of an old and stubborn rival of his.

That old man knew how terribly bad this action of his would backfire if others learnt about this. But Moore was special, and his gift was something that'd allow him to do such a task undetected.

It was impossible for anyone to intercept and spy on Moore's ability. And that was what made this old man feel more at ease and confidence.

By doing this simple move, he'd use another's sword to hit that jerk where it'd hurt. And he'd accelerate things a little bit. Even if William didn't intend to move out right away against the dark spirit masters in the region, when he'd get such a tip, he'd surely move out at once to not miss his chance.

And like this, this old man would end up hitting two birds with one stone. If things went right and William acted the same way this old man anticipated, then both of his enemies would end up suffering great losses. When they'd be at their weakest points, he'd start to move, fishing in the darkness like what any proper dark spirit master should do in his place.

In the end, he'd claim the two enemies' lives without the need to spend much of his force and effort. And to him, this was just the most brilliant idea he ever had in a long time.

"It's going to be fun, hahahaha!" He sat on his seat and kept laughing while envisioning the brutal and bloody times awaiting the leader of this base and William thanks to his little push.

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