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.

shouted, his voice tinged with

another longsword from their waists and launching

clashed, the energy unleashed by the Eight

Rostam and his companions. The once-formidable swordsmen, now battered and bleeding, were no longer a match for

stunned silence, their expressions betraying

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

the will to fight drained from Rostam

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

gazes had shifted

Should we teach

Ararat nodded

brilliant arc of sword light toward Stefan, while Kishor’s fist struck downward, its

scoffed. “You think you can kill me so

lurked

flick, it obliterated both Ararat’s sword energy and Kishor’s devastating punch as though they

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

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

clad in a tattered blood-red robe, slowly emerged from the