A Man Like None Other

“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.

command, the eight 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 as a

Boom!

with precision, conjuring an impenetrable shield before him,

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

actions, the other seven swordsmen

bit their fingers, tracing intricate

tremble violently. Then, in perfect synchronization, the eight swordsmen hurled

suspended in mid-air, radiating an oppressive force so intense that the very void seemed to tremble

the space around it. The eight swordsmen moved in

feet, the ground trembled violently before a sword array gradually

forth, converging with the

the Impalement Sword

pinnacle technique of the Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain, once activated, even an Immortal Realm

better than to

power wasn‘t overwhelmingly destructive, his every movement carried a depth they had never encountered before. His sword intent wasn’t just sharp-it was profound, carrying an

was at that moment they realized, Ararat wasn’t a cultivator from the Ethereal Realm. No, was far

threat posed, they dared not show the slightest bit of carelessness. Without hesitation, they activated the Impalement Sword Array

energies swirling within the formation, a faint trace of disdain