Chapter 5952
At the same time, inside a coffin made out of golden-silk phoebe wood in the bar’s warehouse…
When Xyla made a noise with her prayer wheel, someone exhaling could be heard. Soon after, a horrifying aura seeped out.
A loud bang came, and the coffin was pushed open from the inside. From inside, a scrawny -looking elderly man in a yellow robe sat up. He had sluggish eyes, and the corner of his mouth was slightly rotting; he looked like a walking corpse.
If it wasn’t for his occasionally raising chest, people would treat him as an actual zombie.
His body moved, and he flew out of the coffin like a ghost.
At the same time, in the No. 1 room…
Harvey smiled at Xyla as soon as he felt a strange, creepy aura.
“You told me that times have changed. It’s the age of firearms, no? What’s the point of getting an expert to help you, then?”
Xyla chuckled coldly.
“You think you’re impressive, don’t you? You think you’re invincible, right? You think firearms don’t work against you!
“Well, I’ll make you understand that no matter the age… You’re no match against me!”
Slap!
Harvey swung the back of his palm across Xyla’s face.
“How are you still so stupid? Your life is in my hands right now! Why are you still pretending?”
Xyla’s head was spinning after being slapped again. She didn’t expect that despite having brought out her trump card, Harvey still refused to hold back.
“Sigh. Greetings, young man…”
Very soon, an eerie tone was heard.
“I am a compassionate man. I won’t go against anyone who doesn’t provoke me. Since you’re still young, I don’t want to end your life like this.
“How about this? As long as you give in and become a disciple of the Smalt Sect… I’ll let you off the hook. How does that sound?”
Everyone gasped after hearing those words. The voice didn’t feel like it came from anywhere; instead, it was reverberating in everyone’s heads.
Romina covered her chest, and her expression changed. “Sir York! This is a legendary Demon Monk of the Smalt Sect!”
Even the disciples of the Smalt Sect were shocked when they heard the name.
In the legends of the Smalt Sect, Demon Monks were created with evil magic using dying monks. They’d still have their own consciousness, but they didn’t need food or sunlight. They would slumber in their coffins till the end of time, and wake up if they were summoned.
Monsters like them were terrifying beings with extraordinary strength. More importantly, they’d lose themselves as soon as they’d get in combat.
Even the disciples of the Smalt Sect were afraid of them.
“Hurry! Take down this ignorant bastard!” Xyla snarled coldly. ” Kill him! Don’t hold back!”
After Xyla’s command, a terrifying aura enveloped Harvey instantly.
“Sorry, young man. I’m afraid you lost your chance,” said the voice.
