"Yes."
Zhang Yi glanced at that snowy-white, graceful figure, his Adam's apple bobbing before he turned back to face the full three thousand super geniuses, each at least a ninth-level Myriad Origins Eonic God... Every one of them stood at the pinnacle above trillions upon trillions of living beings in their own galaxies.
Unfortunately, the Heavenly Emperor Sect had more geniuses than dogs.
"This round of practical assessment is over. Everyone's merits have been recorded. Same old rule: a one-percent elimination system. The thirty people whose names I call, step forward voluntarily." Zhang Yi's voice was imposing and cold.
The three thousand geniuses lowered their heads, their expressions twitching. Many had gone pale, and some were even trembling.
Seeing no response, Zhang Yi immediately took out the list and began calling names rapidly.
"Eighth Battalion, Third Squad, Du Wen!"
"Seventh Battalion, First Squad, Gongsun Chi!"
After only two names were called, two young geniuses suddenly dropped to their knees.
One of them turned deathly pale and wailed, "Young Mistress! I've followed you from the very beginning! I performed quite well in the previous rounds and earned plenty of merits. It was only this time that something went wrong. Please, Young Mistress, give me one more chance!!"
"Me too, Young Mistress. The last time I went into battle, I nearly died. It was because those injuries hadn't healed that I made a mistake this time..."
"Shut up!!"
Zhang Yi suddenly barked, "Rules are rules. Everyone accepts the last-place elimination system, so why should others obey it while you don't? An army cannot stand without rules!"
The young genius immediately burst into tears, his voice trembling. "But... being eliminated doesn't have to mean death, does it? I have served Young Mistress with unwavering loyalty and never dared make a single mistake! Even