Lord of the night.

Chapter 1365 Clouds! Listed! [Seeking votes and subscriptions!]

Because Fang Che is a guardian.

Regardless of the reason, he had killed five guardians.

There's no way to deny this.

Fang Che cannot leave the Guardians, so Zhao Ying'er's existence will be a thorn in the side of the other five of the six major families, affecting Fang Che's relationship with them.

This will put Fang Che in a very difficult position.

Zhao Ying'er's regret lies here, not in the fact that she killed someone.

This feeling is very subtle.

Zhao Ying'er was also constantly thinking about how to meet Fang Che, how to explain and handle this matter, but she hadn't figured it out yet.

So even though she had been longing for him madly, she had been holding back from going to Fang Che's side.

She knew very well that this matter could not be accomplished without paying a price.

The Guardians' high regard for their comrades is known throughout the world!
"It's really a headache... I was a bit impulsive at the time and created such a big obstacle for myself."

Zhao Ying'er sighed inwardly.

air.

The starlight twinkled back and forth.

In the night dream, dressed in white, she floated up as if she had no weight at all.

She held something in her slender hand. A person with a good eye could see that it was... a green branch with leaves.

She floated gracefully to the front of the Cloud Weapon Ranking and gently touched the first spot on the list of weapons, Duan Xiyang, with the thin branch in her hand.

Suddenly, Duan Xiyang's page became bright.

Moreover, a chair appears next to this page.

Above the chair, a bright pearl radiates a dazzling light that illuminates the heavens and the earth.

This is the treatment given to the number one player on the Cloud Weapon Ranking!

I am a star, my brilliance forever etched in the universe!

I am a bright pearl, illuminating countless mountains and rivers!

Ye Meng's hand touched the chair.

Duan Xiyang was not there. However, there was a shadowy figure, just like Duan Xiyang himself, sitting in a chair.

Void imaging.

The White Bone Shattering Dream Spear appeared menacingly; though it was merely a phantom, it seemed to open the gates of that dark and boundless hell.

Ye Meng glided through the air and arrived at the page before Xue Fuxiao's page, where she also tapped it lightly.

This page also lit up at the same time.

It's just that the bright pearl above is gone.

With a flick of the chair, Xue Fuxiao's illusory figure appeared.

Both of these individuals were not present, but the pomp and circumstance they were expected to receive were not diminished in the slightest!

Then the third one is the Snow Condensation Sword.

The light comes on.

A chair appeared out of thin air.

With a wave of her slender hand, Ye Meng sent a green branch landing on the chair, and a beam of light descended from the sky, like stars falling from the Milky Way.

It streaks across the dark night sky, leaving a long tail that connects heaven and earth.

It flew directly down towards Rui Qianshan himself.

As the night dream faded, a gentle and pleasant voice echoed throughout the world: "Please welcome the third person on the Cloud Weapon Ranking, Lord Ningxue Sword!"

Under the guidance of starlight.

Rui Qianshan, dressed in white as snow, with a cold and aloof expression, rose gracefully.

Like a block of ice that never melts, he exudes an aura of unapproachability, sternness, coldness, and detachment from worldly affairs.

As the stars floated up, it soared through the air like a deity, reaching high above and landing in front of the chair.

Then he slowly turned around, his body straight, his sword gleaming.

His eyes were cold.

His expression was aloof.

Aloof and cold demeanor.

Aloof and unparalleled.

He slowly sat down, perfectly composed.

The surrounding area was abuzz with discussion, and countless people were green with envy.

"Lord Jian is truly handsome and dashing!"

"He's just a bit too aloof. Ah, that's the aura of a strong person, the demeanor of a master."

“It’s so handsome.”

"It is said that Lord Ningxue Sword may not say a word in a year. He never jokes and is always serious and indifferent, even towards Ninth Master."

"Of course, otherwise how could one reach such a high position!"

"Well-deserved!"

"It's like a block of ice that refuses to melt!"

"Ahhh, Lord Sword..."

"..."

There was a buzz of discussion around, and everyone looked up at Lord Sword with awe.

Below, where the higher-ups are located.

On the side of the Only Righteous Sect, Bai Jing and the others turned their heads and silently spat: "Damn! That's too damn... good at showing off!"

"I can't take it anymore!"

"I'm so damn pissed off that this bastard has such a reputation..."

"I'm really going to throw up..."

Meanwhile, the guardians...

Yu Tianqi and the others' faces twisted in disgust, looking like they'd just eaten shit: "...Damn it...this bastard!"

"That's such a convincing act!"

"...Holy crap, I can't take it anymore, I can't watch anymore, if I keep watching I'll want to rush up and slap him in the face..."

"This is absolutely ridiculous."

Yan Nan rubbed her temples with her fingers, looking utterly miserable.

Dongfang San San lowered his head, propping his forehead with his fingers. Both leaders were speechless.

"Dongfang..." Yan Nan transmitted her voice with a contorted face: "How did this reputation of being as pure as snow, as cold as ice, and never smiling spread? Don't you feel uncomfortable at all?"

Dongfang San San rubbed his forehead, looking frustrated, and said, "I was the one who created this character for him, so why should I be upset?"

"If you're not feeling unwell, why are you looking down?" Yan Nan sneered.

"My neck is bad from working all year round." Dongfang San San glared at him fiercely: "Shut up!"

"Hahaha……"

Yan Nan was delighted.

Only Dongfang Sanjiu, dressed in white, stood among her best friends, her eyes shining as she looked at Rui Qianshan in the air, her face full of proud smiles.

"My man!" Dongfang Sanjiu said to Feng Nuonuo and the others.

"Ah……"

All the women turned their heads away.

You're so proud of yourself! You're making it sound like nobody understands what kind of person your man is...

Then, Night Dream in the Sky used a green branch to draw a line downwards in the air.

A faint vertical line of starlight appeared, separating the third and fourth place.

This is a way to demonstrate the superior status of the top three weapons in the cloud-based weapon rankings.

then.

With a tap of the branch, everyone could see clearly that this branch was indeed no ordinary object. At the same moment, a ray of starlight fell from the branch and landed in the spot.

Then the fourth one was lit up.

"Please welcome the fourth member of the Cloud Weapon Ranking, Lord Madman Halberd!"

"Night Dream said."

Then a point of starlight appeared.

The chair was sparkling with starlight, heading straight for the Sovereign Church.

"Hahaha……"

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Ao Zhan, who had never really shown off in his life, leaped up and flew towards the starlight before it even faded, his face beaming with excitement.

"Hey!"

Ice and snow covered their eyes.

No more eyes.

Why is it so embarrassing when it's my husband's turn...? Can't you just wait where you are, and go up when the starlight comes on? Besides, can't you be a little more dignified? A little more serious?
He was actually laughing out loud with joy... What the hell?

You've completely disgraced me. Have you never shown off before?

In full view.

Ao Zhan leaped up.

Amidst the twinkling starlight, he strode to the chair, turned around, and plopped down on it. He stretched his backside a couple of times, his bearded face beaming with genuine joy.

It even bounced its buttocks twice.

A look of excitement.

He even turned around and greeted Ningxue Sword: "Brother Sword!"

Ningxue rolled her eyes, ignoring him completely. She sat upright, composed and dignified, her expression haughty and her aura chilling.

He was already cursing inwardly: "Idiot! I finally have a chance to show off, and you actually come up to me and say hello, 'Want to have a drink with me?' What a moron..."

Madman Ji was not offended at all. He sat in his chair, looking around with self-satisfaction.

To those in power, Ao Zhan's reaction was one of excitement and exhilaration. But to martial artists across the land, it was a display of genuine emotion.

Whoever goes up there will be unhappy.
Let alone the fourth one?

Do you think everyone is as composed as the top three sword masters? So cold and unsmiling?

What are you thinking!
Madman Halberd is already showing a lot of class, okay?

The night dream in the sky paused for a moment.

It seems to be reminding the world that the four people who have been holding the highest position in the world for thousands of years are now lit up on the Cloud Weapon Ranking!
Four types of weapons!

Swords, spears, halberds, and spears!
Then comes the fifth one.

"Please welcome the fifth member of the Cloud Weapon Ranking, Lord Azure Dragon Blade."

Starlight is falling.

Yu Haoran soared into the sky, his blade flashing brilliantly, exploding in the night sky and transforming into a green dragon that shook its head and wagged its tail. It circled the arena once before transforming into human form and landing in front of his position.

I glanced at the chair.

Yu Haoran turned around and sat down.

The Azure Dragon Blade transformed into a beam of light and disappeared into his palm.

The madman next to him sighed silently, somewhat envious.

Why didn't I think of walking around the venue to show off?

Look at Yu Haoran, he's clearly not as good as me, but he's better at putting on airs.

Then, the sixth-ranked Hundred Battles Blade and the seventh-ranked Red Dust Blade came up and sat down.

When the name of the eighth Heavenly King Xiao was announced, Ning Zaifei leaped into the air, his green robes fluttering, the sound of his flute mournful, echoing through the sky.

The entire space was instantly filled with sorrow.

"A flute and a sword... I am all alone, coming and going alone... drifting alone; the world owes me... seven parts of my heart, and I owe the Yellow Springs... a billion people!"

As he recited the poem, Ning Zaifei, dressed in flowing blue robes, seemed to float in the breeze.

He was incredibly dashing, his imposing aura soaring into the sky. Reaching the seat, he shook his head and wagged his tail, then surprisingly lowered his head and blew a breath onto the chair, before flicking his sleeve across it.

Then he casually sat down.

The five people on the list, and many people below them all involuntarily cursed at the same time: "Damn!"

Too pretentious.

But Ning Zaifei's exhilarating mood vanished the moment he sat down.

Because he noticed that the eyes of Rui Qianshan, Feng Congrong, Yu Haoran, and countless high-level guardians below were all fixed on him.

Their eyes were gleaming with two words: meritorious service!

There were even more than forty or fifty guys who were busy extending their aura over to imprint themselves on their bodies or engaging in aura-pulling with each other.

The reason for this is obvious.

Ning Zaifei was completely numb!
Holy crap... I've stirred up a hornet's nest!
But then it became clear: a kill order!
The Eastern strategist's kill order, damn it!

Ning Zaifei's expression immediately turned ugly, his previous imposing aura instantly transforming into one of utter despair.

Holy crap... How am I supposed to play now?
(End of this chapter)