Just as Han Xingyu was about to die, a calm voice suddenly sounded.
Following that, an overwhelming sword aura descended upon the land. An indescribable sharpness soon filled the usually snowy Frost Sword Planet.
Other than that, something began to happen to the numerous sword cultivators who attended the banquet on Frost Sword Planet. At that instant, their swords started to tremble uncontrollably due to the sword aura.
"What a horrifying sword aura!"
"Who… Who is it?!"
"The Spiritual Sword Tribe. It must be someone from the Spiritual Sword Tribe."
Everyone looked into the distance and trembled in shock.
Amidst the rolling clouds, a seemingly endless illumination of Immortal Sparks lit up the sky. Within it, a man in white robes holding a black long sword slowly approached.
