Xu Qingnian's expression abruptly darkened.
After learning Yang Ling's name, the man had turned his sights on him?
Was he taking him for an easy target?
"He's Yang Ling? I heard this fellow has caused the Heavenly Wolf Guard plenty of trouble lately."
"He looks quite young. Is he Lower Sixth Rank or Middle Sixth Rank?"
"I have reliable information. He's already Upper Sixth Rank."
The prodigies from the various Rong Tribe factions participating in the Sixth Rank Top Hundred Battle regarded Yang Ling with greater wariness.
Among the veteran Sixth Ranks of the Rong Tribe, quite a few came from the Heavenly Wolf Guard.
Their eyes gleamed coldly as they stared fixedly at Yang Ling.
"I never thought he was so famous among the Rong Tribe. This Sixth-Rank Heavenly Wolf Guard doesn't even dare fight him..."
Zhao Yingying couldn't help giving Yang Ling a few more looks.
The Sixth-Rank prodigies, including Qin Kunlun, Hua Zhuo, Jieshu, and He Tongchen, wore varying expressions.
In a sense, this counted as an honor.
At least they had yet to make Rong Tribe experts so wary of them.
"Oh?"
Hua Jinsong, River Elder, Old Tu, and the other fishing village chiefs exchanged glances, then studied Yang Ling with interest.
This is bad.
Yang Ling felt rather helpless. He could have quietly kept a low profile.
He hadn't expected this Sixth-Rank Heavenly Wolf Guard to expose him.
"Fourth Prince, does this junior have some standing in your Zhao State?"
River Elder asked with a faint, ambiguous smile.
The disciples of the various fishing villages began scrutinizing Yang Ling.
The Sixth-Rank core disciples among them grew interested in Yang Ling, their gazes openly aggressive.
Zhao Zheng remained composed and said with a smile,
"Senior Hua, Constable Yang is a Sixth-Rank Iron Clothes of our Zhao