“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.

swordsmen 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

Boom!

swung his longsword with precision, conjuring an impenetrable shield before him,

finger, using his own blood to

other seven swordsmen followed

bit their fingers, tracing intricate markings onto their swords

as the last stroke was completed, the Iongswords in their hands began to tremble violently. Then, in perfect synchronization, the eight swordsmen hurled their swords into

oppressive force

The eight swordsmen moved in unison, positioning themselves strategically as fresh droplets

a sword array gradually took shape,

countless streams of sword energy surged forth, converging with the colossal greatsword as they all struck toward Ararat in

the Impalement Sword

technique of the Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain, once activated,

better than to

every movement carried a depth they had never encountered before. His sword intent wasn’t

cultivator from the Ethereal Realm. No, was far beyond that.

not show the slightest bit of carelessness. Without hesitation,

gazed at the countless sword energies swirling within the formation, a

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