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...

is to

your way even if you're

don't we take a step back? It'll be good for both

get for this job. How

believe you people were such smooth talkers at

were actually hired, I would've

hired, then you must be from an even stronger

not only would your actions today not have any meaning, but your support would also be in deep trouble! "Letguess. You must be here for

expert chuckled after

but smart men usually

anything. I would've left you alive to see if you're still useful.

sway

even

my last sliver of hope to fight! Maybe I'll actually win that way!" Stefan brought out an old box with the refreshing scent of a Honey Pill