Harvey York's Rise to Power

"You're supposed to be a part of the Smalt Sect, Mr. Stefan...

The expert smiled with an indescribable coldness.

"I'm ordered to send you to the afterlife.

"Are you prepared?" The chilly tone was enough to make Stefan Augustus' body freeze stiff.

After taking a deep breath, Stefan finally composed himself when he squinted at the man before him.

"You must be a grandmaster at least on par with a Sword Saint, right? "Based on Amos' abilities, he probably doesn't have the means to send you here.

"So, who is it that's trying to kill here? "The person supporting Amos?" Stefan was abnormally calm in the face of death. He gave a weird stare when looking into the expert's eyes.

"It doesn't matter who you are. Since I'm sure Amos didn't send you...

to do is to send word about

you're trying to use my death as

don't we take a step back? It'll

you get for this job. How does that sound?" The

people were such smooth talkers

"If I were actually hired, I

must be from an even

figure out who's behind you, not only would your actions today not have any meaning, but your support would also be in deep trouble! "Letguess. You must

The expert chuckled after

smart men usually

if you didn't say anything. I would've left you alive to see if you're still useful. "But now that you revealed everything, I simply have no choice but to kill

to sway at

wouldn't have kept alive even if I kept my mouth

to fight! Maybe I'll actually win that way!" Stefan brought out an old box with the refreshing scent