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 voice tinged with

Eight Swordsmen reacted instantly, drawing another longsword from their waists and launching

moment their swords clashed, the energy unleashed by the Eight Swordsmen shattered like

companions. The once-formidable swordsmen, now battered and bleeding, were no

stunned silence, their expressions betraying sheer

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

fight drained from Rostam and his

yet none dared to flee without Stefan’s

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

Should we teach a lesson?” Kishor

not?” Ararat nodded

sword light toward Stefan, while Kishor’s fist struck

think

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

energy and Kishor’s devastating

widening in shock. The strength Stefan had just displayed defied all reason. They couldn’t fathom how this seemingly young cultivator wielded such

living shadows. Those were marked auras, and within the swirling

slowly emerged from the swirling darkness, his disheveled hair hanging in wild