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.

Rostam shouted, his

Swordsmen reacted instantly, drawing another longsword from their

clashed, the energy unleashed by the Eight Swordsmen shattered like fragile

bloody gashes marred the chests of Rostam and his companions. The once-formidable swordsmen, now battered and bleeding, were no longer a match for Ararat and

watched in stunned silence,

experts, their strength and reputation well-established. Yet, they had

moment, the will to fight drained from Rostam and

none dared to flee without Stefan’s

had already dismissed them. Their gazes had

Should we teach a lesson?” Kishor remarked

Ararat

hesitation, 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 that roared through the air, charging

merely scoffed. “You think you can kill me

face seemed to ripple, as if countless beings lurked beneath his skin. Then, from within

both Ararat’s sword energy and Kishor’s devastating punch as

The strength Stefan had just displayed defied all reason. They couldn’t fathom how

dark aura slithered around like living shadows.

robe, slowly emerged from the