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...

I need to do is to

get your way even if you're trying to

take a step back? It'll be good for both

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

didn't believe you people were such smooth talkers at

were actually hired,

hired, then you must

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 be here for

Evermore..." The expert

but smart men usually don't live

might've only crippled you if you didn't say anything. I would've left you alive to see if you're still useful. "But now that you

sway

alive even if

as well use 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 before