The Eighth Son of Martial Emperor Tianwu of the Great Harvest Dynasty

"It truly isn't that I'm shirking responsibility. Mobilizing eight thousand troops requires the city lord's dispatch order and military tally."

"I am only the deputy city lord. I do not have that authority."

Shangguan Xuan spoke solemnly.

Word of the Ancient Demon Battlefield had already spread among the upper ranks, but the teleportation gate had been destroyed. Quite a few people from the Demon Suppression Office, Azure Rock Sword Manor, and the Celestial Spirit Control Office had already entered.

The three factions would certainly not let the matter rest.

When the time came, great figures would naturally arrive as well.

These waters ran deep. Qingzhou Prefecture City truly should not be dragged into them.

Jiang Dian glanced at Shangguan Xuan.

His eyes narrowed.

How could he fail to hear that Shangguan Xuan was making excuses?

"You have no authority? But this is Eighth Lord's intention."

Jiang Dian's voice rang out.

The moment the words "Eighth Lord" were spoken,

the air in the private room abruptly froze.

Everyone present knew that the Eighth Lord Jiang Dian spoke of

was the eighth son of Martial Emperor Tianwu of the present-day Great Harvest Dynasty—the Eighth Prince.

This prince wielded towering power throughout the Great Harvest Dynasty and secretly controlled enormous forces. He was absolutely not someone local officials like them could afford to provoke.

Shangguan Xuan and Cui Yu exchanged a glance, and both their expressions turned grave.

"Eighth Lord's intention is for Deputy City Lord Shangguan to provide the men, while Magistrate Cui cooperates. When the time comes, seize every person who emerges from the Ancient Demon Battlefield. Not a single one is to slip away."

Jiang Dian's gaze swept across them, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"Seize everyone who comes out?"

"Lord Jiang, forgive my bluntness, but among those