Chapter 258: Bastard Nephew, It’s You!

 "Bayiz Serkar, with the Holy War having yet to start, what is the meaning of your presence in our territory?

 Are you perhaps…tired of living?"

 Erhardt spat, adopting a hostile stance and not giving the Serkar intruder any face. The words caused Bayiz's lips to curl into a radiant smile.

 "If I were, who would end me? You? Preposterous. Allow me to be blunt, this generation of spirits is in every way inferior to our Infernal Cult's youths. Were it for this Holy War being the last, your future would be worrying.

 You should be grateful for your elders' protection, and keep hiding beneath their skirts, instead of tooting your horn before your betters."

 Bayiz replied, his words causing the Serkar experts by his side to burst into laughter.

 "As a five-thousand years old Quasi-Sage, you're not qualified to speak such words before me."