Two words.
Calm, yet beyond question.
The smile on Hu Meier's face stiffened slightly.
"What do you mean by that, Alliance Leader Su?"
"Do you think our three thousand Qingqiu cavalry aren't worth that price?"
Her tone had already grown colder.
The elderly demon behind her even stepped half a pace forward.
Demonic aura stirred faintly around him, carrying a hint of oppressive force.
He seemed to be trying to pressure Su Ming.
Luo Yiyi stood beside Su Ming.
Her gaze turned cold.
Her primordial power began circulating without a sound.
If the other party dared make a move...
She would strike immediately.
Yet Su Ming seemed not to feel the pressure of that demonic aura at all.
His expression remained calm.
"Whether you're worth it isn't something you can prove with words."
"You prove it through achievements on the battlefield."
He spoke slowly, his voice quiet.
Yet it carried clearly throughout the entire hall.
"Our alliance has only one rule."
"Military merit."
"If you want to send troops, we welcome you."
"If you want resources, territory, or authority..."
"Then earn them with military merit."
"The more abnormalities you kill, the greater your achievements."
"You won't receive a fraction less than you deserve."
"But if you have no military merit and still want to dictate terms..."
"Then there's nothing to discuss."
His words fell.
The temperature in the hall seemed to drop several degrees in an instant.
The smile vanished completely from Hu Meier's face.
She stared at Su Ming, her gaze slightly cold.
"Alliance Leader Su."
"Isn't that a little too overbearing?"
"Our Qingqiu Demon Kingdom is a major power, after all."
"Surely you can't judge us by military merit like those rogue cultivators?"
"If word got out, wouldn't we become a laughingstock?"
As far as she was concerned...