Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 816 The God of War of the Six Nations

The group of powerful figures behind him all kneeled down and shouted, "Please, God of War, save our country!"

Jiang Wanjun remained unmoved, only speaking in a hoarse voice, "I have long retired and no longer participate in any country's affairs. Xi Xia sheltered me and helped me hide my whereabouts. I have repaid your kindness."

"I trained one hundred thousand Xi Xia cavalry for you and left my most talented disciple, Hu Yanqing, with you. Unless Donghua's Qin Shihuang personally leads the troops, the one hundred thousand cavalry in Xi Xia are enough to conquer everything."

"So, the one leading the troops from Donghua is Qin Shihuang?"

"No, it's not. It's a young general in his twenties, the third five-star general of Donghua, with the title 'God of War.'" Xia Houjun's face looked embarrassed as he spoke.

"Hmm?"

A glimmer of light flashed for the first time on Jiang Wanjun's withered face. "A young general in his twenties, a five-star general, and also bestowed with the title of God of War. This dude sounds like me back in my younger days!"

"But Hu Yanqing is also my dedicated disciple, inheriting my skills. I even sent him to the Holy Temple in the Western Mafia World to train for several years, experiencing life and death multiple times. With him taking action, dealing with a young punk is more than enough."

Jiang Wanjun coughed twice, and his cheeks flushed. NôvelDrama.Org: owner of this content.

Hu Yanqing was his most proud and beloved disciple.

For the future of this disciple, he even made a deal with the Xi Xia royal family, ensuring his entry into the scholarly class and allowing him to become a general and marry into the Xi Xia imperial family, becoming the 'First Warrior of Xi Xia.'

This was his pride and Jiang Wanjun's achievement!

However, he noticed that Xia Houjun and the others all had strange and fearful expressions, becoming embarrassed and hesitant.

"Hmm? What's wrong? Did something happen? Did Hu Yanqing make a mistake, and you punished him?" Jiang Wanjun furrowed his brows. This disciple of his was a troublemaker, always causing problems.

"No, it's, it's..." Xia Houjun couldn't find the words to speak for a moment, hesitating.

Jiang Wanjun suddenly realized something. His thin body burst forth with a powerful aura, causing people's legs to tremble involuntarily.

"You! Speak!" The old man pointed at a trembling minister.

"Yes, yes," the minister stammered in fear, hastily saying, "General Hu Yanqing, he has already sacrificed himself for the country."

"He and a dozen of his subordinates were all beheaded by the God of War; their heads hung outside the city, exposed to the sun for seven days and nights, their corpses rotting."

"Our lord paid the price of three cities to retrieve the general's remains and give him a proper burial."

In an instant, Jiang Wanjun felt as if a thousand thunders had struck him.

He had retired from the martial world for over fifty years, spending those years in an attempt to atone for his past sins of killing.

For fifty years, he hadn't even killed a chicken.

But at this moment, he suddenly felt the urge to kill; he was lusting for blood!

Jiang Wanjun had lived a life of adventure and left no descendants. Hu Yanqing was his most cherished and proud disciple, like a close relative in his heart!

And now he had been beheaded, and his body was incomplete!

How could he not be furious?

"Ah!" Jiang Wanjun let out an agonizing roar, like an ancient beast awakening from a thousand-year slumber. The overwhelming aura of violence was tangible!

The temperature in the area suddenly dropped by several degrees. Their legs went weak, and a chill ran down their spines.

This God of War was enraged.