Chapter 914: First place! Nan Guiyue!

"That makes sense. Li Cunxiao's strength is obvious to all. We have also secretly visited the Yellow Turban Army to observe him before. His aura is indeed beyond ordinary people."

"The man who is currently ranked first on the World Rankings, although he was able to suppress Nangong Tianxia before, he never had the ability to kill him."

"According to this calculation and comparison, Li Cunxiao really deserves the first place."

The old man in Confucian robes stroked his beard and pondered for a moment, then nodded slowly.

"That's right. Li Cunxiao's courage is unparalleled in the world. If he is not the best, who dares to claim to be the best?"

The old man in Taoist robe laughed heartily and echoed the same words.

"However, the person who takes the first place has always been the focus of competition among many War God-level experts in Tianwu Continent. If we change the list so easily, it may cause a lot of controversy."

The grey-robed old man said with some concern.

"Controversy? Humph, so what? The World Rankings is based on strength!"

"Since Li Cunxiao is capable, why can't he be ranked first? For those who disagree, let them show their strength and speak for themselves!"

The old man in black robe snorted coldly, somewhat dissatisfied with his concerns. Since Li Cunxiao had that strength, then just give it to him. If anyone was not satisfied, just go find Li Cunxiao directly!

"Haha, well said!"

"We in Tianji Pavilion have always been pragmatic. Li Cunxiao's strength is there, and he deserves the first place!"

The old man in Confucian robes laughed.

"That's right. Li Cunxiao's record is enough to prove his strength. If we don't rank him first, it would be a bit unfair."

The old man in Taoist robe also laughed.

The gray-robed old man nodded when he heard this, and the worry in his heart gradually dissipated. As old customs officials who have lived in the Tianji Pavilion for who knows how many years, this group of ancestors are all knowledgeable and insightful people. Since they all think so, then Li Cunxiao is naturally well-deserved to be ranked first.

"Okay, in that case, we have decided to rank Li Cunxiao first on the World Ranking!"

The old man in gray robe slammed the table and settled the matter.

"However, this matter still needs to be handled with caution. We must publicize Li Cunxiao's achievements and let everyone in the world know why he can be ranked first."

"This will also reduce some unnecessary disputes."

The old man in Confucian robes slowly walked to the wooden table, stroked the names on it, and reminded.

"Yes, this matter needs to be publicized with great fanfare."

"Let everyone in the world see that the ranking list of our Tianji Pavilion is not randomly arranged."

The old man in Taoist robes also echoed.

"Haha, well said! Then let me handle this matter."

"We must let everyone in the world know that Li Cunxiao is the number one on the Tianji Pavilion's current world ranking list!"

The old man in black robe laughed loudly, stood up, and disappeared in a flash, leaving only a black shadow there.

At the same time, when Nangong Tianxia died at the city gate, in the center of the city, a broken army stood silently, heavier than the night.

This army was the remnant of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders left behind by Nangong Tianxia as his last order. Led by those young generals, they were like the last watchers on the isolated island, waiting for an unknown fate. The leading young general was named Nan Guiyue, a beggar who was personally trained and named by Nangong Tianxia. He was only in his twenties, but he looked unusually calm, with a determination beyond his age between his brows.

His armor was mottled with traces of battle, and his eyes were filled with deep sorrow, but he knew that Nangong Tianxia's sacrifice was to buy them a glimmer of hope and to ensure the continuation of the fire of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders.

At this moment, the battle at the city gate was nearing its end with the death of Nangong Tianxia. An endless torrent of Yellow Turban Army continued to pour into Qianyuan City like a tide. The sounds of shouting and weapons clashing intertwined into a chaotic melody.

Nan Guiyue and his brothers were soon surrounded by the Yellow Turban Army that had advanced to the center of the city, but they did not move, nor did they choose to put up a futile resistance.

Li Cunxiao, holding the Bi Yan Lao in his left hand and the bronze Yu Wang Spear in his right hand, stepped on the pool of blood and walked towards the center of the city step by step. When he saw the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry in front of him, whose armor was torn but still orderly, he couldn't help but feel a bit of goodwill towards them.

Nan Guiyue took a deep breath, suppressed the grief in his heart, straightened his back, and stepped forward.

"General Li, we are the remnants of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders. We are waiting here in compliance with General Nangong's final orders."

"Now that the general has passed away, we do not want to add to the unnecessary sacrifices."

Nan Guiyue bowed to Li Cunxiao, who was in the lead. His voice was not loud, but clear and powerful, reaching Li Cunxiao's ears.

When Li Cunxiao heard this, his eyes flashed slightly. He looked carefully at the young general in front of him, and a trace of admiration surged in his heart.

It is rare to remain so calm and rational in such a desperate situation.

"Oh? Nangong Tianxia actually has such an arrangement?"

"So, what do you want to do?"

There was a hint of playfulness in Li Cunxiao's tone, but he could not hide his respect for Nangong Tianxia.

"We are willing to surrender to the Yellow Turban Army, but we ask General Li to preserve the legacy of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders, so that we can give the Lei Ze Dragon Riders a chance to gallop across this land again!"

Nan Guiyue lowered his head slightly, a trace of struggle flashed in his eyes, but then he became firm again.

As soon as these words were spoken, the Lei Ze Dragon Riders behind him were all shocked, but they all remained silent. This was the best choice at the moment and it was also what General Nangong hoped for.

Li Cunxiao was silent for a moment, as if he was weighing something. He looked around at the soldiers who were covered in scars but still standing, and an inexplicable emotion surged in his heart.

"Okay, I, Li Cunxiao, respect Nangong Tianxia, ​​and I also respect you, the courageous warriors."

"You will be detained for a while and await the decision of General Meng Zhang, but I promise that as long as I, Li Cunxiao, am here, I will not let you be treated unfairly."

Li Cunxiao finally spoke, with an imperceptible softness in his voice.

"Thank you, General Li. The Lei Ze Dragon Riders will never forget this favor."

Upon hearing this, Nan Guiyue felt a little relieved and bowed deeply to Li Cunxiao.

Afterwards, the Yellow Turban soldiers stepped forward and took the remnants of the Lei Ze Dragon Cavalry into custody in an orderly manner. Nan Guiyue and the young generals behind him did not resist, but followed silently.

The fighting in the city center gradually subsided, the shouts and screams faded away, leaving only a devastated battlefield and the smell of blood in the air.

Nan Guiyue stood in the custody team, looking at the sky in the distance that once belonged to them, with mixed feelings in his heart.

"General Nangong, we will not let the flag of the Lei Ze Dragon Riders fall, but this method may not be what you want."

Nan Guiyue spoke silently in his heart, with a glimmer of tears in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)