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...

is to

your way even if you're trying to use my death as an

a step back? It'll be good for

this job. How does that

people were such

I do now! "If I were actually hired, I would've already taken the bait." Stefan

hired, then you must be

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

The expert chuckled

smart men usually don't live

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 you!" Stefan let

need to sway at

have kept alive even

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