Liang Hengshi

Such a huge commotion naturally shook the Demon Suppression Division.

The black-cloud vortex hanging low in the sky, poised yet unloosed, had long drawn attention from every side. Now, such a major upheaval had also occurred within the Demon Suppression Division.

The entire Gate of Hai was submerged in a foul stench that had appeared from nowhere.

With trouble both inside and out, the higher-ups of the Demon Suppression Division had no choice but to take notice.

No one knew how word had been passed outside, but four groups arrived in total.

The first was a Commandant. Niu Chengan spoke while standing; it was his immediate superior.

The second was a Deputy Commander. Niu Chengan spoke with a slight bow, treading carefully.

The third was a Commander. Niu Chengan bent over completely as he spoke, scarcely daring to breathe.

As for the fourth group, Niu Chengan spoke on his knees, cold sweat streaming down his face.

The visitor wore purple robes, a Purple Gold Crown, and an imperial cloak. His imposing presence bore down on all around him.

It was none other than the Marquis of Purple Robes.

The Demon Suppression Division's highest commander was known as the Demon Suppression Commander, one of the Great Jing Empire's supreme experts. Yet the Demon Suppression Commander had not involved himself in the Division's specific affairs for many years, and his whereabouts were a mystery.

The Demon Suppression Division's daily affairs were decided through deliberation by its three great Commanders.

The Marquis of Purple Robes was one of them. Because of his imperial status, he could suppress the other two commanders by a notch.

But... that was as far as it went.

The Demon Suppression Division had stood for thousands of years. Even the imperial clan could only keep it in check.

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