Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 815 God of War

In the depths of the secluded mountain, the serene and expansive lake shimmered with reflections. NôvelDrama.Org owns © this.

The scribe led Xia Hou Jun and his entourage to this place and said, "The teacher is currently fishing and meditating. I can only bring you here. Whether you can convince the teacher to come out depends on your abilities."

Xia Hou Jun quickly expressed his gratitude, saying, "Thank you, the scribe."

He waved his hand, and someone promptly handed the prepared gold and silver jewelry to the scribe. They departed with him.

As Xia Hou Jun and the rest walked only a few meters, they caught sight of an old man dressed in coarse clothing, peacefully fishing by the shore.

His figure was significantly hunched, his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and his skin was wrinkled. Only a few strands of white hair remained on his head, and he was nearly toothless.

It seemed as though a gentle breeze could easily whisk him away.

This was the former God of War, who once reigned over the six kingdoms.

How did he end up like this?

Xi Xia's group of influential officials were all stunned, exchanging disbelieving glances. They were demotivated.

Disappointed!

Utterly disappointed!

It was a far cry from their expectations!

They suddenly recalled that this God of War, who once dominated the world, had already reached the age of 120 this year. It was a miracle for someone of such age to still be alive.

Not to mention returning to the battlefield and engaging in warfare; even descending from the mountain was questionable.

It seemed that no matter how mighty a hero was, they couldn't withstand the passing of time and were no match for it.

Xi Xia's officials were filled with regret. It appeared that this journey was destined to be fruitless. They had already prepared themselves for a life-or-death battle with the God of War, even to the point of sacrificing their nation.

Just then, Xia Hou Jun suddenly knelt down on both knees and respectfully knocked his head against the ground in front of the old man, loudly proclaiming, "The 32nd generation ruler of the Xi Xia royal family, Xia Hou Jun, pays respect to the God of War!"

All the influential officials of Xi Xia were dumbfounded, overwhelmed by shock and confusion.

They were shocked that Xia Hou Jun would display such humility, offering such a profound tribute to Jiang Wanjun. Was it appropriate for a ruler of a nation to kneel and bow before him?

They were confused because this old man had clearly become a feeble individual, so why was Xia Hou Jun being so courteous? Wasn't it simply a waste of time?

After a prolonged silence, Jiang Wanjun, who was engrossed in fishing, finally spoke. His voice was hoarse and feeble, as if he could perish at any moment. "The descendants of the Xia Hou royal family have reached the thirty-second generation."

He sighed and continued, "Your grandpa and I once fought side by side on the battlefield. Is he still in good health?"

Xia Hou Jun wore a sorrowful expression and respectfully replied, "Grandpa passed away ten years ago. He often spoke of you during his lifetime. His greatest regret was not being able to see you one last time."

"He entrusted me with the task of conveying that you are the eternal guardian deity of our Xi Xia and that you will always protect us."

Jiang Wanjun remained composed and smiled thoughtfully. "You’re good at playing mind games. You, young one, possess great skill in being a lord."

"Now that you have summoned me, what is the matter?"

Xia Hou Jun kowtowed three times with bloodshot eyes and pleaded, "The Donghua army is at our city gates, and the capital of Xi Xia is in grave danger. Please, God of War, return and save our nation!"