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...

to

won't get your way even if you're trying to use my death

back? It'll

this job. How does

didn't believe you people were such smooth talkers

were actually hired,

you're not hired, then you must

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

Evermore..." The expert chuckled after

but smart men usually don't

you alive to see if you're still useful. "But

to sway at this

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