Master Head of the Dragon Soul
Chapter 775 Lord Ping Xi

Wu Zhenguo chuckled and comfortably leaned against the chair, squinting his eyes as he said, "Let this battle continue; the longer the better, the more chaotic the better." "This way, we can earn a substantial amount of money, enjoy countless beautiful women, and maintain control over Xi Ye indefinitely."

"Yesterday, Yinglong received news that they captured several Xi Xia beauties; all of them are exceptional. Later, you can bring a few back and enjoy them to your heart's content." Guan Ping An was pleasantly surprised and excitedly said, "Thank you, my lord, for your generosity."

Throughout history, it was always the people in the lower class who suffered the most.

These high-ranking officials and nobles always revel, unaffected by wars and casualties, forever untouched by their consequences.

"Ring, ring..."

Just then, an urgent telephone ring sounded.

Wu Zhenguo glanced at it and smiled, saying, "It's Yinglong's call; it must be those Xi Xia beauties arriving. This child has always been dutiful since he was young.

However, in the next second, Wu Yinglong's voice came through the phone, filled with desperate screams and cries.

"Dad, please save me! Dragon Lord, he...he wants to kill me!"

Wu Zhenguo was in shock. He abruptly stood up from his chair, knocking over the tea cup on the table.

"My lord? What's wrong?" Guan Ping An exclaimed in astonishment. This lord was always calm and composed, even in times of crisis. He had never seen him so panicked before. "Young brat, how dare you disrespect me?"

Wu Zhenguo shouted angrily, waving his hand. "Bring me my armor and horse, gather the troops, and head straight to Fengdu Camp."

"I want to see if this God of War dares to be insolent in front of me!"

Guan Ping An gasped in shock, his scalp tingling with fear.

Are these two great legends about to clash?

There would probably be a bloodbath in Xi Ye today.

Half an hour later, Wu Zhenguo personally led three thousand elite soldiers from the Wu family, marching in a grand procession with dozens of military trucks and heading straight for Fengdu Camp!

The guards at the entrance of the camp were still wondering who it was until they saw Wu Zhenguo, dressed in royal attire with a Python-printed robe, exuding a majestic aura. They were so frightened that they hurriedly let him pass.

Oh my god, what is happening today?

Fengdu Camp is probably going to be in chaos!

"Lord Ping Xi has arrived!"

With a loud and resounding voice, all the soldiers in the camp stood up, their gazes filled with awe and fear.

Only Chu Feng and Chen FengXing remained calm and unmoved.

Wu Zhenguo stormed in with great momentum, directly barging into the main hall of the camp. As soon as he entered, his pupils involuntarily shrank.

"Dad..."

At this moment, Wu Yinglong was in a bad state, with disheveled hair and a battered face. He knelt on the ground, looking extremely miserable.

He was no longer the majestic Young Lord of the past.

"Dad, you finally came. Save me, please save me." Wu Yinglong shouted in excitement and fear, as if he had seen a savior. He was almost scared out of his wits.

He was truly terrified.

Wu Zhenguo suppressed his anger. With a stern expression, he shouted at Wu Yinglong, "Get up! How can a man of the Wu family be so weak? With me here today, no one can harm you."

"I don't care who this Dragon Lord is or what his status is. This is Xi Bei, the territory of the Wu family of Lord Ping Xi. An outsider has no right to act recklessly here."

Wu Zhenguo's eyes filled with murderous intent as he stared directly at Chu Feng, revealing his sharpness.

Behind him, all the soldiers held onto their swords, ready to attack and slaughter at any moment.