Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Chapter 814 Keep Out

What a crowd!

With a resounding crash, more than a hundred distinguished figures, dressed in extraordinary attire, stepped out of their cars. Their eyes were filled with anticipation as they gazed at the hut as if it were their last hope.

"The Xi Xia Imperial Clan, led by Xia Hou Jun, the 32nd generation ruler, accompanied by Xi Xia officials, has come to request the assistance of the God of War in saving our Xi Xia!" The handsome young man bowed deeply and shouted loudly.

Nearly a hundred Xi Xia nobles immediately dropped to their knees and shouted in unison, "Please, God of War, come out and save Xi Xia!"

Their screams were agonizing, and the foreheads of these high-ranking nobles were even bleeding from kowtowing.

However, inside the hut, there was still silence, as if no one was present.

After a long while...

The door of the hut was pushed open, and amidst the ecstatic expressions of the crowd, a young man dressed as a scribe emerged.

He had a cold and indifferent expression as he said sternly, "My teacher has retired and will not interfere in worldly affairs. Please leave."

Everyone instantly exploded with anger. How could the God of War refuse to see them? What should they do now?

Xia Hou Jun was somewhat determined and stepped forward, saying, "Please inform the God of War that the ruler of Xi Xia has an important matter to discuss and requests a meeting with him."

"I have already stated that he won't see anyone. Don't you understand human language?" The scribe glared impatiently at Xia Hou Jun.

He had been raised by Jiang Wanjun since he was a child, and he had never left this forest. In his eyes, there was only Jiang Wanjun, and he naturally had no patience for others.

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"Bold, how dare you disrespect the ruler?"

The crowd shouted angrily, and countless cavalrymen unsheathed their long swords, while tens of thousands of soldiers exuded a menacing aura, as if they were ready to annihilate everything in an instant.

The scribe had never witnessed such a scene before and was momentarily stunned, feeling at a loss.

"Everyone, step back! Who gave you the audacity to disrespect the God of War?" Xia Hou Jun raised an eyebrow, and the soldiers immediately sheathed their weapons and dispersed.

Xia Hou Jun displayed both grace and power as he looked at the frightened scribe and said, "They are all uncouth people, momentarily carried away. Please forgive them."

"I believe you’re also one of the Xi Xia citizens, correct? Currently, Donghua's God of War has broken through our Xi Xia defenses ten times in a row. Three hundred thousand troops are stationed less than a hundred miles away from the capital. If he so desires, our Xi Xia capital will fall immediately, leading to a catastrophe and the destruction of Xi Xia.

"Don't you also hope to avoid witnessing the destruction of your own country, ending up with a shattered home, and being separated from your loved ones?"

"I don’t want to be the king of a fallen nation. Do you want to be a citizen of a fallen nation?"

"In this dire situation, only the God of War can step forward, don his armor once again, and personally lead the battle. Can we stop Donghua's invasion and protect the land of Xi Xia?"

Xia Hou Jun's voice was sincere; every word was filled with sorrow and heroism.

The scribe kept his head low, his face showing a conflicted expression.

After about five minutes, he gritted his teeth and made up his mind, saying, "Alright, I will defy my teacher's orders and help you this time."

"But let's make it clear beforehand: I can only take you to see the teacher once. Whether you can persuade him or not will depend on your own abilities."

"Great, thank you!"

Xia Hou Jun suddenly became ecstatic, and the Xi Xia nobles were also extremely excited.