6:45 p.m., Thunder Martial Hall auction venue.
Powerful figures sat in each of the distinguished seats.
Originally, only a few Martial Saints had been interested in the auction for the Supreme Divine Blood.
But as word spread, quite a few Spell Saints joined in as well.
At this moment, more than half of Great Xia's Ninth-Order Councilors had gathered here.
In the first row of seats, Cao Jun sat to Xu Jingming's left, while Su Qingli, Song Qiuyun, and Jiang Chuxuan sat to his right.
The three stunning beauties possessed distinctly different temperaments—cool and aloof, seductive, and icy—making even the well-traveled Ninth-Order Councilors unable to help feeling envious.
Yet no one dared look too long. After all, they were Xu Jingming's women.
"Senior Cao, has Great Xia finalized the list of Ninth-Order Councilors who will be waiting to head to the battlefield under Third-Level Combat Readiness?"
The auction had yet to begin, and Xu Jingming was still chatting with Cao Jun.
"Not completely."
Cao Jun shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of helplessness. "But there's no rushing this. The Ninth-Order Beast Emperors on the ferocious beast side haven't entered the battlefield on a large scale yet."
The Frontline Battlefield was a meat grinder.
The same was true for Ninth-Order Councilors.
Fighting Ninth-Order Beast Emperors meant facing the risk of death!
The war had not yet reached its most intense stage, so naturally, the Ninth-Order powerhouses were unwilling to be the first to enter the battlefield.
As a result, settling on these candidates had been giving him a terrible headache these past few days.
Of course,
if he truly could not handle it in the end, he could only leave the selection to the Speaker of the House.
"I understand." Xu Jingming nodded slightly. "If possible, add me to