The Man’s Decree

As the eight streaks of sword energy descended before Jared, they coalesced into human forms, eight cultivators, each with a sword case strapped to their back. Jared’s frown deepened.

“The Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain?” Fraser‘s expression darkened as recognition struck him.

“You know them?” Jared asked, his gaze never leaving the swordsmen.

“Of course. Years ago, the Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain were infamous, formidable warriors, but unfortunately, they were Demonic Cultivators. Rumor had it they were hunted down and ultimately slain by a powerful expert. I can’t believe they’re still alive… And judging by their aura, they’ve only grown stronger!” Fraser said, his voice laced with disbelief.

Jared took a step forward, asking, “Gentlemen, we have no enmity between us. What brings you here?”

The leader of the group, Rostam, stepped forward, his eyes cold and unreadable. “We are from Four Hell Palace. Mr. Montes has ordered your death.”

Fraser’s eyes widened in shock. “The Eight Swordsmen, renowned for their tough characters, serving under Four Hell Palace? Aren’t swordsmen supposed to never bow to anyone?”

Jared was momentarily stunned. He hadn’t expected the eight black-clad cultivators trailing behind Stefan to be the legendary Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain.

He had to admit, Four Hell Palace was indeed formidable, especially Stefan. Commanding the loyalty of such powerful individuals was no small feat.

Turning to Fraser, Jared asked, “Can you handle these eight?”

in surprise before narrowing his eyes at Jared. “If you think I’m dead weight, just say it outright. No need to go about it

“That‘s not what

it sure sounds like you’re trying to get rid of me. Maybe you want me out of the way so you can

if Fraser lived, Twilight Imperial City

Orion and

what about us?” Orion

Although Orion and his companions had also reached the Immortal Realm, their strength was still a notch below that of the

gaze shifted toward Ararat

one. This won’t be

hadn’t fully recovered. Here, in the Land of Finale, they relied on the celestial crystals Jared provided just

about you

nodded. “Let’s give it

forward. “Jared, as swordsmen, we don’t believe in overwhelming the weak with numbers. How about a one-on-one duel

a brow. “You and

“Yes, a

chuckled. “Fine, but don’t come

one

speaking, leapt into the