White Tiger Envoy's Background

A white-robed traveler beyond the clouds trailed his sword, his sleeves sweeping up the starry river to plunge into the Nine Springs.

Shen Yun stepped on Profound Qi, his figure half illusory, half real, as though moving through the cracks of time. In an instant, he was already before the White Tiger Envoy.

Whoosh—

Sword Light fell, and wind and clouds rolled backward.

It was a plain, unadorned straight thrust, yet it was so fast it annihilated flowing light, unbridled as a heavenly steed soaring through the skies, leaving no trace to be found.

"So fast!"

The White Tiger Envoy's pupils abruptly shrank. A chill shot from his spine straight to the crown of his head, and he felt only the god of death closing in step by step.

Between life and death, the Immortal Sword in his hand blocked as if by instinct. The magic power within him erupted like a volcanic eruption, and at last, he began to fight with his life on the line.

The Seven Stars runes on the sword body suddenly awakened, blooming with dazzling starlight. A majestic phantom condensed within the light—its features indistinct, its aura ancient and vast, like a holy spirit startled awake from a long sleep.

Boom—!

The tremendous sound shook the wilderness. The holy spirit phantom shuddered violently, and extreme Slaughter Immortal Principles burst from all over his body, actually holding back that startling Sword Light by sheer force.

But that terrifying force was like striking an ox through a mountain, piercing through the holy spirit phantom and crushing down hard.

"Pfft!"

The White Tiger Envoy sprayed blood wildly. His entire body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, space shattering section by section wherever he passed, until only ten li away did he barely manage to steady