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 tinged with

another longsword from their waists

unleashed by the Eight Swordsmen

bloody gashes marred the chests of Rostam and his companions. The once-formidable swordsmen, now battered and

in stunned silence, their expressions

Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain were renowned Immortal Realm experts, their strength and reputation well-established.

that moment, the will to fight drained from Rostam and

flickered in their eyes, yet none dared to flee

however, had already dismissed them. Their gazes had

is cocky. Should we teach a lesson?”

Ararat nodded

fist struck downward, its force manifesting as a spectral beast that

however, merely scoffed. “You think you can kill me

face seemed to ripple, as if countless beings lurked beneath his skin. Then, from within his body, a withered, skeletal hand slowly

both Ararat’s sword energy and Kishor’s devastating

had just displayed defied all

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

hunched elder, clad in a tattered blood-red robe, slowly emerged from the swirling darkness, his disheveled hair