Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 783 Beheading!

He realized that he had lost—completely lost!

Initially, he had believed that even in defeat, as the esteemed Lord Ping Xi, the soldiers of the Fengdu Camp would still have to obey his commands. Chu Feng, the God of War, was nothing more than a puppet.

But he was mistaken—utterly mistaken!

A single letter caused the arrogant and undefeated Hu Yanqing to retreat three hundred miles.

What audacity, what formidable strength!

To achieve victory without engaging in battle, this is the type of commander these soldiers yearned for and the type that the people of Xi Ye needed the most.

Chu Feng's arrival truly presented them with the hope of victory and instilled them with military spirit!

"Tomorrow, I will personally return the Lord Ping Xi seal to the Yenching Academy. From now on, the Wu family will retire," Wu Zhengguo said expressionlessly before turning and departing.

"Dad, you can't leave! Dad, I don't want to die; save me!" Wu Yinglong's desperate cries echoed.

Wu Zhengguo trembled for a moment, but ultimately, he didn't turn back and continued walking away.

Wu Yinglong watched as Wu Zhengguo's figure grew smaller and smaller, and the last bit of hope in his heart was extinguished, leaving him feeling utterly hopeless. Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

He collapsed to the ground in a heap of despair.

At this moment, Chu Feng's expression remained unchanged as he slowly drew the blue-point sword hanging above his head.

The sword trembled slightly, emitting a chilling light.

Chu Feng calmly looked down at Wu Yinglong and asked, "Do you have any last words?"

Wu Yinglong shivered instantly, his limbs and body turning cold. He remained silent for a long time, unable to utter a word.

It wasn't because he possessed any courage, but rather because he was completely petrified by Chu Feng's menacing aura that he was unable to move a muscle.

"Wu Yinglong, as a commander, you have been extravagant and corrupt, abusing your power and disregarding the lives of your comrades. Your crimes are unforgivable."

"Today, I, as the general, will use your head to pay tribute to the thirty thousand soldiers who died on the battlefield!"

The sword swept through, fast, accurate, and ruthless, its sharp edge resounding.

"No, no, I don't want to die!" Wu Yinglong's eyes widened in fear as he saw the gleaming sword, and he begged in a low voice.

However, it was too late.

Thud!

In an instant, Wu Yinglong fell into a pool of blood, his head separated from his body.

The entire camp trembled with a loud noise.

All the soldiers stared in shock.

The former commander of the Fengdu Camp, the son of Lord Ping Xi, was killed by him like this.

Chu Feng wiped the bloodstains off his Blue-Point Sword, his gaze sharp as a knife, sweeping over the crowd present. His voice resounded throughout the entire Xi Ye Desert.

"I was born in Xi Ye, I fought in Xi Ye, and I made a name for myself in Xi Ye. Every inch of land, every patch of desert in Xi Ye, is soaked with my blood and sweat; I spent my youth in this land."

"However, even today, there are always some petty individuals who dare to invade our territory. I, Chu Feng, am the first to refuse!"

"Therefore, I swear upon this sword that within a month, Xi Xia will fall! If not, I will end up like this sword."

Chu Feng flicked his finger, and the Blue-Point Sword that had just been used to kill Wu Yinglong shattered instantly.

His gaze swept around, looking at the faces filled with passion and determination, and he shouted loudly, "Who is willing to fight alongside me?"

Chen Fengxing was the first to draw his long sword and shouted sternly, "I’m born in this land."

"And I shall die protecting this land!"

In the next second, a hundred thousand troops drew their long knives simultaneously, pointing them toward the sky.

The military flag in the camp waved in the wind.