Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 826

Tens of thousands of Donghua soldiers shouted in unison, bidding farewell to the old war god, Jiang Wanjun.

The yellow sand blew, rustling against Jiang Wanjun's battle-worn armor, and his silver-white hair fluttered in the wind.

This legendary god of war, who had dominated the battlefield for an entire era, took his final breath there and then.

The next day, a piece of news reached Donghua, instantly causing a sensation across the nation and moving countless people to tears.

'Dragon Soul Warlord returns in great victory!'

"The Wargod of the Six Nations, Jiang Wanjun, has fallen, and the ruler of Xi Xia surrendered. The Dragon Soul Army of Donghua, with three hundred thousand soldiers, directly swept into the capital of Xi Xia!"

"We've won! The war is over."

In an instant, the entire nation was in an uproar, and the impact was tremendous. The leaders of other countries were shocked upon hearing this news.

Jiang Wanjun, what a figure he was, a god of war who had dominated an entire era. In the hearts of the people, he was invincible. But now, the once unbeatable Jiang Wanjun had actually been defeated. And by a young commander from Donghua at that!

For a moment, intelligence departments of various countries quickly mobilized, immediately elevating the file of the Dragon Soul Warlord to the 'sss' level, signifying a significant threat.

Multiple departments launched full-scale investigations, aiming to thoroughly understand and research this Dragon Soul Warlord. However, due to the vigorous protection by the Donghua military and the Academy of Records, information about Chu Feng was instantly raised to the highest security level, preventing outsiders from prying.

So now, the world only knew the renowned name of the 'Dragon Soul Warlord,' whose reputation shook both domestic and foreign spheres. Yet, details about his appearance, background, family, and friends remained completely unknown.

Perhaps the Wu family's retreat would gradually lead to decline, but if they didn't retire, their family would enter a countdown to its demise from now on.

All Wu Zhenguo could do was preserve the Wu family's bloodline with all that he could and avoid the tragedy his son had faced.

As for the future of the Wu family, he would leave their path forward all to fate.

"Yes, sir!" The steward wiped away his tears and left the courtyard with sorrow and loneliness. When he looked up and glanced at the solemn and grand characters 'Prince Ping Xi's Residence' at the gate, he felt an inexplicable sense of desolation.

He understood that the Wu family had lost for good.