“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