Just as Han Xingyu's life hung by a thread, an indifferent voice suddenly rang out.
Immediately afterward, an all-encompassing wave of Sword Dao pressure descended from the heavens. At that moment, an indescribable sharpness filled the icy, snowbound Frost Sword Star.
Not only that, quite a few swordsmen had come to Frost Sword Star for the feast, and now the swords in their hands were trembling under that sword pressure.
"What terrifying sword pressure!"
"Wh-who is it?!"
"The Sword Spirit Clan. It must be someone from the Sword Spirit Clan."
Everyone looked into the distance in shock.
Clouds churned, and countless rays of immortal radiance burst forth. Then a white-clad figure slowly approached through the air, holding a black longsword.
The man was extraordinarily striking, with sword-like brows, starry eyes, and a stern face. His every movement carried a transcendent air, along with earth-shaking sword pressure that rocked the heavens!
"Who is he? He looks so young."
"Since when did the Sword Spirit Clan have a monster like this? Could he be the rumored Chen Feihu?"
"No, I heard Chen Feihu already died in that secret realm in the Two-Realm Passage. Besides, I've seen Chen Feihu. He doesn't look like this."
"Then who exactly is he?"
"Wait, don't you find this aura somewhat familiar?"
A sword cultivator looked at the trembling sword in his hand and could not help recalling the terrifying Phenomena from some time ago!
That had undoubtedly been a day worthy of going down in the history of the Sword Dao!
For unknown reasons, three out of every ten swords in the Tianyuan Universe had broken, three out of ten had dimmed, and three out of ten had trembled.
Now, the sword cultivators present sensed the same aura as that day. Although it was not as intense,