Su Ming rose slowly. His tone was ironclad, leaving no room for discussion.
Xuanyuan Tian Ji's expression changed, and she hurried forward.
"Alliance Leader, you mustn't! You command all three armies. The entire northern campaign depends on you. How can you put yourself in danger so lightly?"
"They're just a pack of Heretical Cultivators who don't even belong on the stage. I'll send an elite squad and ask General Blood Shadow to go with them. I guarantee they'll be pulled out by the roots without disrupting our plans."
She was genuinely worried about Su Ming's safety.
The Defense Line had only just stabilized, and the Three Factions had only just submitted. Everything rested on Su Ming holding the fort.
If anything happened to him, the allied army would fall apart in an instant.
Su Ming raised a hand, cutting her off.
"The camp cannot be left without someone in charge. You must stay and hold the fort, watch the Abnormal Army Camp, and keep the Three Factions steady. None of those duties can be neglected."
"Blood Shadow has to guard the northwestern Defense Line. He can't leave either."
"As for these Heretical Cultivators, they aren't worthy of putting me on a war footing."
His tone was calm, but it carried absolute confidence.
With his cultivation at the half-step Immortal Emperor level, he could fight even two Great Emperors of the Abnormal Clan together, let alone a mere pack of Heretical Cultivators.
Whatever schemes they had, they were nothing but illusions before absolute strength.
Xuanyuan Tian Ji wanted to argue further, but when she met Su Ming's unquestionable gaze, she swallowed the words on her lips.
She knew this Alliance Leader's temperament too well.
Once Su Ming had made a decision, no one had ever changed his mind.
"As you command."