But just as the other party swung up his palm, Gu Fei's sword sheath had already flown from her hand, sending Wu Feng flying with a single strike. Wu Feng clutched his chest and spat out a mouthful of blood, while another young man immediately tried to draw his sword and fight. Gu Fei's sword, however, had already reached his forehead.
The female immortal from the same team had already been hastily restrained by Grand Elder Zhang. The entire battle was settled in the blink of an eye. I glanced at the three of them, then said to the rest of the team, "There are some things I'll say only once. This time, when we enter Yin Mountain, I hope everyone will follow my orders. If anyone acts on impulse again, get out of this team. The Eight Daoist Academies have plenty of elite disciples. The fact that you made it through also involved a certain element of luck. Don't tell me you're unaware of that?"
The disciples all looked rather unpleasant. Saying that their advancement had largely come down to luck was clearly an insult to them. To me, however, it was simply a fact. In a competition where losing a single match meant elimination, drawing a weak team was far luckier than facing a strong one. That was why the immortals who had made it here were not necessarily all at the Immortal True Realm. Some were still at the Immortal Form Realm.
"The remaining disciples will come with me to Yin Mountain now. As for the previous teams, they're disbanded immediately. Anyone who gathers a small clique and secretly forms a separate group, don't let me catch you. Once I do, you'll be replaced as well," I said coldly.
Grand Elder Zhang's expression darkened too. "Uncle-Master Yun,