Martial Cultivator Tournament
The Martial Saint Dynasty had made many preparations for this Martial Cultivator Tournament.
After all, during the selection tournament, the Imperial Family had learned that many promising young talents had emerged across the dynasty this year.
They all had excellent physical gifts and considerable strength.
This meant the Martial Saint Dynasty had entered an era of flourishing talent. How could they not take it seriously?
Across the entire Martial Saint Dynasty, only fifty people had been selected to come to the Imperial City and compete in the Martial Cultivator Tournament.
Every one of those fifty was an outstanding talent.
The vast arena was now packed with spectators, and the Imperial Family's guards stood watch.
Many members of the Imperial Family had come as well, seated in the highest tier.
"Imperial Father, do you think Third Brother and Fifth Brother can place well in this tournament?"
"Little Seven, though the Martial Academies in the various regions have produced many talents this year, our Imperial Martial Academy is no less capable."
"Your Third Brother and Fifth Brother are among the best of them. Naturally, they'll achieve good results."
By the rules of the Martial Saint Dynasty, each regional Martial Academy could send only one contestant to the Martial Cultivator Tournament.
The Imperial Martial Academy, however, had five places.
Among its contestants were two of the Martial Saint Dynasty emperor's sons.
"But Imperial Father, I heard that quite a few people have already reached the fourth stage of Martial Cultivation."
"And it seems they only began practicing Martial Cultivation ten years ago."
"They've advanced so quickly."
Hearing the Seventh Princess's words, the emperor nodded, deeply moved.
As the ruler of the Martial Saint Dynasty, he naturally knew a great deal about what was happening, especially anything concerning Martial Cultivation.
Ten