The Man’s Decree

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

longsword from their

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

The once-formidable swordsmen, now battered and bleeding, were no longer a match

Toben watched in stunned silence, their expressions betraying

were renowned Immortal Realm experts, their strength and reputation well-established.

that moment, the will to fight

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

however, had already dismissed them. Their gazes had shifted

brat is cocky. Should we teach a

Ararat

unleashing a brilliant arc of sword light toward Stefan, while Kishor’s fist struck downward, its force manifesting as a spectral

“You think you can kill me so

face seemed to ripple, as if countless beings lurked beneath

flick, it obliterated both Ararat’s sword energy and Kishor’s devastating punch as though they were nothing more

and Kishor froze, their eyes widening in shock. The strength Stefan had just displayed defied all reason. They couldn’t fathom how this seemingly

menacing as tendrils of dark aura slithered around like living shadows.

slowly emerged