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?"
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