Chapter 458: Dragon Rising List Rankings! Lin Mo

[Jiuzhou Qianlong Total Ranking List]:

1. Lu Qingming, Zhongzhou, Jiuxiao Sword Sect

2. Jiang Duanqiu, Zhongzhou, Shenwu Palace

3. Feng Geng, Qinzhou, Qingshan Sect

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499. Zhu Zishun, Zhongzhou, Xu Kong Shen Zong

501. Chu Qingyun, Zhongzhou, Jiuxiao Sword Sect

533. Chu Wange, Qinzhou, Qingshan Sect

540. Long A, Qinzhou, Wuji Academy

555.

“This proves I have insight!” Wang Meng met Li Tian’s gaze without flinching and replied.

So when Liu Xiaoyu shouted out, combined with his greasy hand barely centimeters from Lin Jiaxin’s buttocks, anyone with eyes could tell what was happening—immediately, many turned their attention to the commotion.

“Your Majesty, a Qing scout was captured by our outer reconnaissance. He seems to have something important to report.” The bodyguard officer struggled to explain clearly, his words evasive.

“It’s not that we won’t go—it’s that we can’t.” Mai Zhuo’s words confused me, but she had already moved forward, so I temporarily set the issue aside.

The mother ignored everyone else in the ward, rushed to Lin Lei’s side, seized his hand, and pressed it against her cheek, tears streaming down her face in joy.

“Well…” Xu Ziling was caught off guard by Shang Xiufang’s keen observation and deep analysis; he could think of no counterargument.

The Han people, usually as timid as lambs, had managed to defeat nearly double their number of Golden Wolf troops on this battlefield. Even the hardest-hearted soul would be shaken to the core and weep.

Speculation, doubt, and fear churned in the officers’ minds; from this alone, the defenders of Runila City had already lost before the battle began.

“What’s going on?” Zhao Baokun, who had been singing tenderly with Situ Qiutian, grew annoyed and raised his voice.

“Master, this old man Long Wuming now seemed to have found someone to unburden himself to, pouring out every torment and pain he’d endured since beginning cultivation.”

“Good girl, you asked for it!” The man crushed his lips onto Mo Lan’s, furious at her teasing—if he didn’t act now, he wasn’t a man at all. He hadn’t anticipated the final outcome.

“Not there,” Chu Feng stepped into the corridor, gazing ahead—under the white lights, the sign for the lounge was faintly visible in a corner.

Lian You opened her eyes again to see a stunning beauty smiling at her, showing no disgust, no pity—she didn’t need pity now.

“Get out! Bitch! Who let you come?” Xiao Hong spotted Qiao Yang and lunged at her; the prison guard didn’t react in time, letting Xiao Hong charge forward.

Huo Shengzhi, you’re utterly useless—you couldn’t protect your former wife, nor your own biological son.

Last night, Gong Yuchen had, against all odds, simply held her quietly as he slept; Jiang Qiao’er had suspected he had some other scheme to torment her, but she eventually fell asleep thinking about it. By morning, Gong Yuchen had made no move.

Upon hearing this, Qiao Yang wore an expression of “Ah, now I get it,” making Wen Mo instinctively avoid her gaze.

He heard Qiao Yang was injured and ran over immediately—only to find her gone; when he asked her friends, they said she’d gone to see Bo Yuhan.

Chen Lu cursed, then suddenly fell silent—but this only made her angrier, her chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

“No, they’ve probably sat down to rest—we shouldn’t move either, or we’ll be spotted,” Xia Jian said decisively.

“Xia Youyi, Xia Youyi!” Ouyang Luo realized something was wrong and shouted loudly—but there was no response.