Seeing Huan Wuxin's worry and panic, Xiao Hua shook his head and smiled. "It is not that I do not trust you. It is merely that my cultivation has not yet reached the point where I can contend with the Demon Emperor, and I would also have to face five hundred thousand Demon Soldiers. I am somewhat hesitant."
Xiao Hua spoke with utter sincerity, nothing like those ordinary seniors who made hypocritical excuses for the sake of face. Everyone immediately felt more at ease. One cultivator laughed. "Senior, please rest assured. Although the Southwest frontier has only a dozen or so sects, they still have several million disciples. It is simply that those sects do not have many experts and cannot withstand the Demon Emperor. Senior previously defeated more than a dozen Devil Lords. Though your cultivation may not equal the Demon Emperor's, the difference cannot be great. With the leaders of the ten sects and Senior joining forces, you can certainly hold out for several days. News of the Demon Emperor's surprise attack on the Southwest frontier has already spread. Within a few days, disciples from the Three Great Sects and other sects will come to reinforce the southwest. Senior only needs to hold on until then..."
"Huan Wuxin..." Xiao Hua nodded slightly and raised his hand. "Give me your jade slip. I wish to copy it."
"No problem, Senior, please..." Huan Wuxin hurriedly handed the jade slip to Xiao Hua. Several disciples nearby also hastily took different jade slips from their Sumeru Rings and handed them over one by one. They appeared to be jade slips recording the language of the Devil Race as well.
After Xiao Hua copied all the jade slips and briefly examined them, he said, "I am preparing to head to the Southwest frontier.