Just as Xu Ming was curious about the look in the eyes of the Tianxuan Sacred Land disciples, a voice resounded in their hearts.
"The disciples from Tianxuan Sacred Land over there have come to complete their traditional task, which is to defeat a Taichu Sacred Land disciple of the same realm."
"This time during the Sword Dao sparring contest, I will be very unhappy if anyone loses."
The four of them, upon hearing this voice, stood to attention solemnly, returning the fierce gaze to the Tianxuan Sacred Land disciples.
On Myriad Sword Peak, a grand banquet was unfolding, with disciples from both sects engaging in a "friendly" exchange.
"Old Meng, cheers!"
"Remember how exhilarating it felt when we joined forces to fight our way through the Demon Clan's army seven times!"
"Our shifts are the same; we'll fight together again next time!"
The boisterous voices shook the entire palace, and all the disciples at the banquet felt this heroic spirit.