Chapter 4845 Do You Think I Am Dead Weight
- 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.