The piercing clangs of swords resounded, filling the air above the reception platform.
Yu Lie and the other disciples wore tense expressions as they watched intently.
The Danshu Immortal nearby also held a look of keen anticipation in his eyes.
As time passed, the expressions on Yu Lie and his companions grew increasingly grave, while the Danshu Immortal’s eyes gleamed with a hint of interest.
The latter cast his gaze around, revealing a thoughtful look in his eyes.
Suddenly, a sharp shout rang out:
“Impossible! I do not agree! Old fellow, what right do you have to sacrifice the disciples of our Immortal Palace? Are you afraid of the Dao Lord of the Dao Court, or perhaps that Shen Linzi?”
The voice came directly from the divine consciousness of the Zhu Xian Sword Envoy, echoing throughout the venue.
Following immediately, the cold snort of the Lu Xian Sword Envoy sounded:
“Right now, the Immortal Palace must prioritize stability. The Ascension Battle is imminent, and the Dao Court side has a respected First-Rank Golden Core. If you act recklessly, you will only harm the brave warriors of our Immortal Palace!”
The two fought fiercely, each standing firmly by their words, unwilling to yield an inch.