A Man Like None Other

With no alternative, the eight swordsmen scrambled to retreat, raising their swords in unison. Brilliant sword light flared as they desperately tried to counter the incoming blow.

Boom!

But their efforts were in vain. The sword light shattered in an instant. Kishor’s fist slammed into the ground with earth-shattering force, creating a massive hundred-meter crater.

The eight swordsmen were sent hurtling through the air, crashing to the ground in disarray, their bodies battered and broken.

Stefan’s brows furrowed slightly, his expression darkening with seriousness.

Rostam, still reeling from disbelief, wiped the blood from his lips. He had never expected that both Ararat and Kishor were celestial realm cultivators. Even with their powers suppressed, their combat experience and sheer dominance placed them in an entirely different league.

As the guardians of the Celestial Stairway, Kishor and Ararat had battled countless foes. Their vast experience left them unfazed by any opponent, making them nearly unstoppable despite their limitations.

Ararat cast a cold, mocking glance at the Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain.

“You call yourselves swordsmen? Don’t disgrace the name,” sneered.

With that, swung his longsword. A surge of sword energy erupted, splitting the void itself.

his voice

from their waists and launching

the energy unleashed by the Eight Swordsmen shattered like fragile glass against Ararat’s

bloody gashes marred the chests of Rostam and his companions. The once-formidable

Toben watched in stunned silence,

Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain were renowned Immortal Realm experts, their strength and reputation well-established. Yet, they had been utterly crushed, completely overpowered by the two mysterious figures at Jared’s

fight drained from Rostam and

their eyes, yet none dared to flee without Stefan’s

Kishor, however, had already dismissed them. Their gazes had shifted toward Stefan, who was watching from

we teach a lesson?” Kishor

not?” Ararat

Ararat swung his sword, unleashing a brilliant arc of sword light toward Stefan, while Kishor’s fist struck downward, its force manifesting as a spectral beast

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as if countless beings lurked beneath his skin.

mere flick, it obliterated both Ararat’s sword energy and Kishor’s devastating punch as though they were nothing more than dust in

eyes widening in shock. The strength Stefan had just displayed defied all reason.

into something menacing as tendrils of dark aura slithered around like living shadows. Those were marked auras, and within the swirling darkness, countless tormented

blood-red robe, slowly emerged from