The next day, during the Hour of the Dragon.
A towering mountain rose straight into the sky, with several thousand Sword Cultivators gathered on it, most of them cultivators in the Foundation Establishment Realm.
The Sword Tournament had been organized for Sword Cultivators in the Core Formation Stage. The Foundation Establishment Sword Cultivators had come to watch the excitement, while the Core Formation Sword Cultivators were the actual participants.
At the mountain top stood a huge Bluestone Plaza, with dozens of identical Bluestone Arenas of various sizes.
As its name suggested, the Sword Tournament was a clash of Flying Swords. Sword Cultivators brought out their own Flying Swords to fight those of others, and could employ various Sword Control Techniques.
There were as many as a hundred Core Formation Sword Cultivators participating in this Sword Tournament. Some were Rogue Cultivators, some were disciples of Immortal Cultivation Families, and more were disciples of Immortal Cultivation Sects.
Taiyi Immortal Sect had also sent people to participate in the Sword Tournament, but Wang Qingshan did not know them.
A blue-robed elder in his early fifties stood on a Bluestone Arena. His complexion was ruddy, and his pair of tiger eyes possessed an imposing dignity even when he was not angry.
"Old man Du Yunlong welcomes everyone to the Sword Tournament hosted by our Ten Thousand Swords Sect. The Sword Tournament consists of Flying Sword duels, with two participants facing off at a time. No one may injure another person, and violators will be severely punished. The top ten will receive generous rewards. Say no more—let us draw lots and begin the matches."
The blue-robed elder gave a simple introduction before having the participants draw lots for their matches.
Wang Qingshan drew lot number fifteen. His opponent was a tall, thin middle-aged man who