The atmosphere inside the tent suddenly tightened slightly, and the scattered whispers stopped short.
Wei Ting's expression darkened, his brows knitting tightly as he moved to object.
But Xiao Canglan, seated at the head, gently raised a hand.
It was the simplest of gestures, yet every stray sound in the command tent instantly vanished without a trace; a falling pin could have been heard.
Everyone's eyes converged on him in reverence.
Xiao Canglan's gaze passed calmly over the Qing Clan battle general, carrying neither anger nor pressure.
Yet the spiritual glow around the latter trembled slightly, and he instinctively lowered his head, not daring to meet his eyes.
"Hard to convince the others?"
Xiao Canglan's voice remained level, yet reached everyone's ears clearly, carrying an unquestionable force.
"What is so hard to accept?
"If anyone objects, let him take thirty thousand soldiers with a Golden Core cultivation base, capture four counties for me, slay a Dharma Nascent Soul, and wipe out forty thousand elite enemy troops. Let me see him do it!"
His voice rose slightly, his gaze sweeping over every Nascent Soul battle general in the tent.
"The barbarian scourge in the Northern Borderlands has yet to be quelled, another Demon Calamity has arisen in the Western Borderlands, and Wu Gui in the Southern Borderlands remains our formidable enemy!
"At this moment when we need capable men, these are precisely the fierce generals the Commander-in-Chief needs—men eager to advance, who can win battles and dare to fight hard ones!"
"Today, the Commander-in-Chief intends to use this battle to tell every officer and soldier: regardless of background or origins, regardless of cultivation level,"
"so long as you can slay enemies and earn merit, sweeping away the demonic miasma for the Immortal Dynasty, the Immortal Dynasty will never stint on titles