Harvey York’s Rise to Power

“Let me tell you something, Harvey! Even if you go easy on me, I won’t do the same for you!”

“Your tricks won’t work on me!”

Waylon waved his hand and walked to the table, ready to make a talisman for his curse removal.

“Is that so? I’d like to see if your curse would work first, or if my fake kindness will get to you before that.”

The evil energy had surrounded Harvey completely, but he didn’t seem affected by it at all.

“Did you go easy on this b*stard, Master?”

the middle-aged man asked, puzzled.

“Even if he isn’t dead, he should be suffering by now!”

“How is he still standing?”

The man glanced at Waylon’s voodoo doll, then approached it.

As soon as he touched the doll, he immediately fell to the ground and shivered.

White foam leaked out of his mouth, and he wailed in immense pain.

man was clearly experienced, but he was already in

to prove just how

“Senior! Senior!”

disciples screamed and hurried towards him. They melted their personal talismans and fed it all to him; only then did he

fallen disciple. He had no time to

passed. Waylon burned the talisman he drew up inside a bowl, then

his stomach was hurting. It became harder

he looked at Harvey with a cold

know you’re strong,

see how

I drink this, I’ll

just wait

the water

and he vomited

he was about to

The crowd was shocked.

expected Harvey to be completely fine even as the evil

over Harvey just now, couldn’t even

his finger, letting out a drop of blood. Everyone watched as he dispersed the evil energy