The moment he made his move, it was as though a supreme master of the sword had struck. Though he had not taken human form, retaining the shape of a beast had not made him weaker; on the contrary, it had made him stronger, free from any constraints.
"Senior, be careful!" Mo Xue could not help crying out in warning.
Though she knew in her heart that Ye Xiwen was likely far stronger than she had imagined, the white tiger's accumulated might over the years ran too deep. She could not stop herself from warning him. It was rather strange—her fellow disciple from the same sect wanted to kill her, while the one saving her was an outsider.
"You ungrateful bitch who bites the hand that feeds you! Just wait and see how I deal with you!" The white tiger was somewhat enraged, but he did not take it to heart. To him, none of this mattered. This puny human of the Life Mystic Realm actually dared to act so wildly before him. What could be endured, and what could not?
At the critical moment, just as the Sword Dao formed by that claw was about to blast into Ye Xiwen's body, a Sword Dao suddenly emerged from within Ye Xiwen. With a casual sweep, it completely sealed off the white tiger's claw shadows.
It directly dissolved the white tiger's attack into nothingness.
"It seems I underestimated you!" Seeing that his offensive had failed, the white tiger was somewhat surprised. Yet he was only somewhat surprised; he still did not truly take Ye Xiwen seriously, merely staring at him coldly.
His entire body rose upright. His white form began to transform, and in an instant, he became a young man of about twenty-seven or twenty-eight, anger faintly visible on his