A Man Like None Other And The Man Decree

“You lot dare to touch Mr. Chance?” Ararat and Kishor launched themselves into action.

In an instant, the sky lit up with dazzling streaks of sword light. The eight swordsmen found themselves instantly halted, their every move blocked by the relentless barrage of attacks from Ararat and Kishor.

The two guardians of the Celestial Stairway were locked in fierce combat with the swordsmen.

Stefan stood silently, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth as watched the chaos unfold.

“This is becoming more and more interesting…” murmured to himself.

Rostam, still reeling from the sheer power of Ararat’s swordsmanship, couldn’t hide his astonishment.

“Who are you? Why do you have such impressive sword skills?” asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Ararat responded with a mocking tone. “If we’re being honest, I could well be your grandfather, given how pitiful your swordsmanship is. It’s a disgrace to the name of a swordsman.”

With that, transformed into a streak of sword light, his blade descending with terrifying speed.

Rostam, sensing the overwhelming intensity of Ararat’s sword intent, instinctively stepped back, knowing could not face the attack head-on.

“Set up the formation!” shouted.

swiftly swung their blades, severing the cloth bags holding their sword cases. The cases shot into the sky, and in an instant, beams of light erupted from within them, each beam as sharp and precise as

Boom!

conjuring an impenetrable shield before him, deflecting

this, Rostam wasted no time. He bit his finger, using his own

other seven swordsmen

they bit their fingers, tracing intricate

their hands began to tremble violently. Then, in perfect synchronization, the eight swordsmen hurled

force so intense that the very void

the space around it. The eight swordsmen moved in unison, positioning themselves strategically as

sword array gradually took shape, locking within

converging with the colossal greatsword as they all

the Impalement Sword

of Demonia Mountain, once activated, even an Immortal Realm Seventh Level cultivator could be effortlessly

swordsmen knew better than

depth they had never encountered before. His sword intent wasn’t just sharp-it was profound, carrying an

Realm. No, was far beyond that. He was likely

posed, they dared not show the slightest bit of carelessness.

at the countless sword energies swirling within the formation, a faint trace of disdain curling at his lips.