Song Yan watched Shao Sichao's retreating figure thoughtfully.
"The presence in that spiritual light didn't seem to be merely Spiritual Power..."
He activated the Void-Viewing Sword Eye, taking in every detail of the cultivator being carried off the Sword-Discussion Platform by the attending disciples.
Both the flow of Spiritual Power and the circulation of blood in this man's body had been restricted to an extremely low level by something.
Just enough to sustain his body's basic functions.
"Poison?"
Senior Brother Shao was actually a poison cultivator?
This truly caught Song Yan by surprise.
The cultivation world had many traditions and methods. Aside from methods explicitly identified as devil cultivators' secret methods, any means were permitted.
In fact, as long as one dared use them under Daoist Li Jun's gaze, even devil cultivators' secret methods were not out of the question.
Only, that might be one's swan song.
At this moment, Song Yan was already considering whether he could withstand such poison techniques if he faced Shao Sichao.
The matches continued.
By his rough estimate, each match would take no more than half an incense stick's worth of time.
Most Qi Refining Stage cultivators simply fought with all their might. No one paid any attention to actual combat techniques.
The slightest disadvantage immediately brought the heavens crashing down and the earth splitting apart.
Battles between evenly matched opponents, where neither could gain the upper hand, were far rarer than he had imagined.
Whenever a bout on one of the Sword-Discussion Platforms ended early, a second would soon follow.
At this rate, the first round should be decided within half a day.
"Central Sword-Discussion Platform, seventeen against nineteen."
It was finally his turn.
Song Yan walked slowly onto the central platform. His opponent was a round-faced youth at the Qi Refining Eighth