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Chapter 910 deserves to be ranked number one! Nan Guiyue!
"That makes sense. Li Cunxiao's strength is obvious to all. We had previously secretly gone to the Yellow Turban Army to observe him, and his aura was indeed extraordinary."
"The one who is still at the top of the World Rankings has been able to suppress Nangong Tianxia, but he has never been able to kill him."
"If we consider this in light of the comparison, Li Cunxiao truly deserves the first seat."
The old man in the scholar's robe stroked his beard and pondered for a moment before slowly nodding.
"Indeed, Li Cunxiao's bravery is unparalleled in this era. If he is not number one, then who dares to claim the title?"
The old man in the Taoist robe laughed heartily and echoed the sentiment.
"However, the person in the first seat has always been the focus of competition among many war god-level powerhouses in the Tianwu Continent. If we change the list so easily, it will probably cause a lot of controversy."
The old man in the gray robe said with some concern.
"Controversy? Hmph, so what? The World Rankings are all about merit!"
"Since Li Cunxiao has the ability, why can't he be ranked first? Let those who have objections show their abilities!"
The old man in black robes snorted coldly, somewhat dissatisfied with his concerns. Since Li Cunxiao possessed that strength, he would give it to him. If he was dissatisfied, he could go directly to Li Cunxiao!
"Haha, well said!"
"Our Tianji Pavilion has always been pragmatic. Li Cunxiao's strength is undeniable; the first seat is rightfully his!"
The old man in the scholar's robe laughed loudly.
"That's right. Li Cunxiao's record is enough to prove his strength. It would be unfair if we didn't rank him first."
The old man in the Taoist robe also smiled.
Upon hearing this, the gray-robed elder nodded, and his worries gradually dissipated. As veterans of the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion who had lived for countless years, these elders were all knowledgeable and insightful. Since they all thought so, Li Cunxiao's ranking as the first was naturally well-deserved.
"Alright, in that case, we've decided to place Li Cunxiao at the top of the World's Most Influential Figures Ranking!"
The old man in the gray robe slammed his hand on the table, and the matter was settled.
"However, this matter needs to be handled with care. We must spread Li Cunxiao's achievements far and wide, so that the whole world knows why he can rank first."
"This will also reduce some unnecessary controversy."
The elderly man in the scholar's robe slowly walked to the wooden table, stroked the names on it, and gave a reminder.
"Yes, this matter needs to be publicized widely."
"Let the world see that our Heavenly Secrets Pavilion's rankings are not just randomly arranged."
The old man in the Taoist robe echoed this sentiment.
"Haha, well said! Then I'll take care of this matter."
"We must let the whole world know that Li Cunxiao is now ranked number one on the Heavenly Mystery Pavilion's List of Heroes!"
The old man in black robes laughed loudly, stood up, and vanished in a flash, leaving only a dark shadow behind.
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At the same time, just as Nangong Tianxia perished at the city gate, in the center of the city, a tattered army stood silently, its presence even more somber than the night itself.
This army was the remnant of the Thunder Dragon Cavalry left behind by Nangong Tianxia in his final order. Led by a few young generals, they were like the last guardians on a deserted island, awaiting an unknown fate.
The young general in the lead was named Nan Guiyue. He was a beggar boy whom Nangong Tianxia had personally trained and named. He was only in his early twenties, but he already appeared exceptionally calm, and his brows revealed a determination beyond his years.
His armor bore the marks of battle, and his eyes shone with deep sorrow. But he knew that Nangong Tianxia's sacrifice was to buy them a chance to survive, and to ensure that the flame of the Thunder Dragon Riders could continue.
At this moment, the battle at the city gate was nearing its end with the fall of Nangong Tianxia. An endless torrent of Yellow Turban soldiers surged into Qianyuan City like a tide, with shouts of battle and the clash of weapons weaving together into a chaotic symphony.
Nan Guiyue and his brothers were quickly surrounded by the Yellow Turban army, which had advanced into the center of the city, but they did not make any move or choose to put up a futile resistance.
Li Cunxiao, with the Bi Yan Claw in his left hand and the bronze Yu Wang Spear in his right, walked step by step towards the city center through the pool of blood. When he saw the Thunder Dragon Riders before him, whose armor was tattered but whose order was still well maintained, 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 strode forward.
"General Li, we are the remnants of the Thunder Dragon Cavalry, and we are here to wait on General Nangong's last orders."
"Now that the general has passed away, we are unwilling to make any more unnecessary sacrifices."
Nan Guiyue bowed to Li Cunxiao, who was in the lead, his voice not loud, but clear and powerful, reaching Li Cunxiao's ears.
Upon hearing this, Li Cunxiao's eyes flickered slightly as he carefully examined the young general before him, a sense of admiration welling up within him.
It is truly remarkable that someone could remain so calm and rational in such a desperate situation.
"Oh? Nangong Tianxia has such an arrangement?"
"So, what do you intend to do?"
Li Cunxiao's tone carried a hint of amusement, yet he could not hide his respect for Nangong Tianxia.
"We are willing to surrender to the Yellow Turban Army, but we beg General Li to preserve the legacy of the Thunder Dragon Cavalry, so that we... may the Thunder Dragon Cavalry have the opportunity to gallop across this land once more!"
Nan Guiyue lowered his head slightly, a hint of struggle flashing in his eyes, but he quickly became resolute.
Upon hearing this, the Thunder Dragon Riders behind him were all shocked, but remained silent. This was the best option at present, and it was also what General Nangong hoped for.
Li Cunxiao remained silent for a moment, seemingly weighing something. He looked around at the soldiers who were covered in wounds but still stood tall, and a strange emotion welled up in his heart.
"Alright, I, Li Cunxiao, respect Nangong Tianxia, and I also respect you warriors with backbone."
"You will be temporarily detained and await Commander-in-Chief Meng Zhang's decision, but I guarantee that as long as I, Li Cunxiao, am here, you will not be treated unfairly."
Li Cunxiao finally spoke, his voice carrying a barely perceptible gentleness.
"Thank you, General Li. The Thunder Dragon Cavalry will never forget this kindness."
Upon hearing this, Nan Guiyue breathed a sigh of relief and bowed deeply to Li Cunxiao.
Subsequently, the Yellow Turban soldiers stepped forward and orderly guarded the remnants of Lei Zelong's cavalry. Nan Guiyue and the few junior officers behind him did not resist, but simply followed silently.
The battle in the city center gradually subsided, and the shouts of killing faded into the distance, leaving behind only a devastated battlefield and the lingering smell of blood in the air.
Nan Guiyue stood in the line of guards, gazing at the sky that once belonged to them in the distance, his heart filled with mixed emotions.
"General Nangong, we will not let the banner of the Thunder Dragon Riders fall, but perhaps not in the way you wish."
Nan Guiyue silently spoke in his heart, a tear glistening in his eyes.
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