The Supreme Harvey York

"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...

need to do is to send word about

your way even if you're trying

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

this

were

were actually hired, I would've already

not hired, then you must be from an even

I 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 be here for

means you're from Evermore..." The expert chuckled after hearing Stefan's determined

men

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

to sway at this

kept alive even if I kept my mouth

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