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

Swordsmen reacted instantly, drawing another longsword from their waists and

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

instant, deep, 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

stunned silence, their expressions betraying sheer

Realm experts, their strength and reputation well-established. Yet, they had been utterly crushed, completely overpowered

the will to fight drained from Rostam

their eyes, yet none dared to flee without

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

we teach a lesson?” Kishor remarked with

not?” Ararat

hesitation, Ararat swung his sword, unleashing a brilliant arc of sword light toward Stefan, while Kishor’s fist struck

scoffed. “You think you can kill

as if countless beings lurked beneath his

energy and Kishor’s devastating punch as

Stefan had just displayed defied all

shadows. Those

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