The Supreme Harvey York

Chapter 4448
Nobody tried to stop the battle; they wanted to experience it for themselves.
Castiel’s face lost all color.
“Master York...” he said instinctively.
Harvey glanced at him, signaling for him to stay calm. Then, Harvey looked back at Waylon.
“What?” he taunted.
“Are you scared?”
Waylon’s eyes twitched frantically. He was confident he could take out Harvey, but he still hesitated since his life was in Harvey’s
hands as well.
“If you are, just say that,” Harvey said.
“I can make it easier for you.”
“If you admit defeat, I’ll remove the curse for you.”
“I don’t need you to remove mine, though. If I die, then consider me unlucky.”
“Will you agree now?”
Waylon’s expression was horrible. If he declined the challenge, his reputation as Golden Sands’ geomancy expert would be
tarnished.
Waylon gritted his teeth, then slammed the table with his fists.
“Fine! If that’s what you want, then so be it!”
“I’ll draw up my talismans in front of everyone here. Everyone will know that I’m Golden Sands’ best geomancy expert!”
“Not only am I proficient with geomancy arts, but I’m also well-versed in medicine and martial arts!”
Waylon wasted no time getting his people to bring a table to him. Then, he grabbed a pen covered in cinnabar.

“I have everything you need here!” he said coldly.
“If you don’t know where to start, I can give you thirty minutes to get familiar with your surroundings.”
“It’s fine. You can start first,” Harvey replied.
“I’ll start when you’re done with your curse.”
“Heh! Ignorant fool!”
Waylon scoffed coldly, thinking that Harvey.
was too cocky for his own good.
“Just you wait! You’ll see what I can do soon enough!”
“You won’t even know how you die!”
Waylon started pulling out all sorts of strange things.
Scorpion tails, rooster feathers, red lead, toad venom, dog blood, donkey hooves, rice, some threads, and many other things
were put on the table.
These were essential items for geomancy; they could be used to save lives, but the opposite was possible as well.
Waylon pulled out an old piece of yellow paper. Then, he mixed a few things into the cinnabar.
He got his disciples to block Harvey’s vision throughout the process, preventing Harvey from seeing what items he used.
Half an hour later, Waylon drew up an extremely packed talisman.
He pulled out a wooden stake to poke the talisman with, then threw it into a porcelain bowl. After that, he killed a live rooster in
front of everyone and drew its blood.
Evil energy seeped out of the talisman as soon as it made contact with the blood. The text on it disappeared, replaced by a
symbol of death.

Waylon pulled out a voodoo doll and chanted in front of Harvey. Then, he slapped the talisman on the doll and nailed it on the
head.
He looked at Harvey pridefully, grinning wickedly.
“This is it for you, kid!”
“Nobody can remove this curse.” [Fast update on daotranslate.com]
“Everyone here is a witness!”
“You were the one who came looking for your own death. Don’t blame me for this!”