“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.

cloth bags holding their sword cases. The cases shot into the sky, and in an instant, beams of light erupted from

Boom!

conjuring an impenetrable shield

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

other

by one, they bit their fingers, tracing intricate markings onto their swords with

in perfect synchronization, the eight swordsmen hurled their swords into the air. The blades converged, merging into a

radiating an oppressive force so intense that the very void seemed to tremble

toward Ararat like a descending judgment, its immense pressure distorting the space around it. The eight swordsmen moved in unison,

a sword array gradually took shape,

surged forth, converging with the colossal greatsword as they all struck

the

the pinnacle technique of the Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain, once activated, even an Immortal Realm Seventh Level cultivator could be effortlessly slain

better

his every movement carried a depth they had never encountered

the Ethereal Realm. No, was far beyond that. He was likely a being from the celestial realm, trapped

slightest bit of carelessness. Without hesitation, they activated the Impalement Sword Array at full

formation, a faint trace

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