A Warrior Undefeatable

"You lot dare to touch Mr. Chance?" Ararat and Kishor launched themselves into action.

In an instant, the sky lit up with dazzling streaks of sword light. The eight swordsmen found themselves instantly halted, their every move blocked by the relentless barrage of attacks from Ararat and Kishor.

The two guardians of the Celestial Stairway were locked in fierce combat with the swordsmen.

Stefan stood silently, a faint smile curling at the corner of his mouth as he watched the chaos unfold. "This is becoming more and more interesting..." he murmured to himself.

Rostam, still reeling from the sheer power of Ararat's swordsmanship, couldn't hide his astonishment. "Who are you? Why do you have such impressive sword skills?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Ararat responded with a mocking tone. "If we're being honest, I could well be your grandfather, given how pitiful your swordsmanship is. It's a disgrace to the name of a swordsman."

With that, he transformed into a streak of sword light, his blade descending with terrifying speed.

Rostam, sensing the overwhelming intensity of Ararat's sword intent, instinctively stepped back, knowing he could not face the attack head-on. "Set up the formation!" he shouted.

At his command, the eight swordsmen swiftly swung their blades, severing the cloth bags holding their sword cases. The cases shot into the sky, and in an instant, beams of light erupted from within them, each beam as sharp and precise as a sword. These rays of light shot toward Ararat, revealing a hidden mechanism within their sword cases.

Boom!

Ararat swung his longsword with precision, conjuring an impenetrable shield before him, deflecting the relentless onslaught of sword energy.

Seeing this, Rostam wasted no time. He bit his finger, using his own blood to inscribe a cryptic symbol onto his blade.

Noticing Rostam's actions, the other seven swordsmen followed suit. One by one, they bit their fingers, tracing intricate markings onto their swords with their own blood.

As soon as the last stroke was completed, the longswords in their hands began to tremble violently.

Then, in perfect synchronization, the eight swordsmen hurled their swords into the air. The blades converged, merging into a colossal greatsword.

The newly formed greatsword hung suspended in mid-air, radiating an oppressive force so intense that the very void seemed to tremble beneath its presence.

The greatsword surged toward Ararat like a descending judgment, its immense pressure distorting the space around it. The eight swordsmen moved in unison, positioning themselves strategically as fresh droplets of blood splattered onto the ground.

Beneath Ararat's feet, the ground trembled violently before a sword array gradually took shape, locking him within its confines.

From all directions, countless streams of sword energy surged forth, converging with the colossal greatsword as they all struck toward Ararat in unison.

It was the Impalement Sword Array.

This formation was the pinnacle technique of the Eight Swordsmen of Demonia Mountain—once activated, even an Immortal Realm Seventh Level cultivator could be effortlessly slain within it.

The eight swordsmen knew better than to underestimate Ararat. Though his power wasn't

overwhelmingly destructive, his

a depth they had never encountered before. His sword intent wasn't just sharp-it was profound, carrying an artistry that transcended mere technique.

every movement carried his net

It was at that moment they realized-Ararat wasn't a cultivator from the Ethereal Realm. No, he was far beyond that. He was likely a

being from the celestial realma ned

trapped here by circumstances unknown.

Understanding the threat he posed, they dared not show the slightest bit of carelessness. Without hesitation, they activated the Impalement Sword Array at full force.

Ararat gazed at the countless sword energies swirling within the formation, a faint trace of disdain curling at his lips. Slowly, he closed his eyes.

Though his power was suppressed, he was an experienced fighter. A mere sword array was hardly enough to faze him.

With a calm grip on his sword, he began to swing it in smooth, deliberate arcs.

With each stroke, an invisible force spread outward, forming an astonishing barrier within a hundred-meter radius around him.

"Sword domain?" Rostam's eyes widened in disbelief.

He had never expected Ararat to unleash such a technique.

Within this domain, Ararat reigned supreme. This was his world-his creation.noveldrama

His eyes snapped open as he bellowed, "Swords! Forward!"

Swish! Swish! Swish!

In an instant, a torrent of overwhelming sword intent erupted, crashing down upon the formation with devastating force.

Before the eight swordsmen could react, the Impalement Sword Array shattered in an instant, obliterated by the sheer might of Ararat's sword domain.

Rostam and the others staggered back, their faces pale with shock and terror. Blood spilled from their mouths as fear flickered in their eyes.

"What a bunch of ignorant ants, daring to challenge us?" Kishor's voice boomed like thunder. In the next instant, his body expanded, towering over a hundred meters tall. Without hesitation, he threwa devastating punch.

Before Rostam and his companions could even catch their breath, Kishor's attack

was already upon them.