Master Head of the Dragon Soul
Chapter 779 The First Warrior of Xi Xia

"Is this a God of War? While I was on the battlefield killing enemies, he was still a dude. This kind of useless individual actually wants to fight against me, ha ha ha!" Hu Yanqing laughed heartily, paying no attention to the greasy hands as he wiped them on the voluptuous and fair-skinned woman's skin beside him. The surrounding soldiers began to flatter him, their voices full of flattery.

"The General is renowned as the 'First Warrior' and was once the warlord of the 'Holy Temple' in the Western world. That dude is just a nobody to you."

"I bet he would wet his pants if he stepped onto the battlefield and saw the general."

"In my opinion, the General will sweep through Xi Ye, advance straight ahead, and conquer Donghua in no time!"

Hu Yanqing narrowed his eyes, greatly enjoying the compliments from the crowd.

He truly looked down upon and despised the inept Donghua commander.

If it weren't for the fear of that mysterious and powerful 'Asura,' he would have already led his troops to advance and directly attack Donghua's stronghold.

Hu Yanqing's eyes flickered, his face showing a hint of seriousness and fear.

He could never forget the scene from five years ago.

A masked young man, wielding a single blade, stormed directly into the Holy Temple stronghold.

He witnessed with his own eyes as the Lord of the Holy Temple and the seven great warlords, those god-like figures, were beheaded one by one under his horse's hooves!

The entire Holy Temple was instantly annihilated, turning into nothingness.

He was extremely shocked and excited, but he clenched his teeth and prepared for battle.

However, the opponent only made one slash, a casual and effortless slash.

That slash nearly cut off half of his body, leaving a terrifying scar on his chest that still remains to this day.

"You're lucky to survive my slash. If you dare to step into Donghua again, I will kill you."

The mysterious figure left behind these words and then disappeared without a trace.

It was because of this encounter that Hu Yanqing managed to keep his life.

Although five years had passed, this scene was like a nightmare, causing him to wake up from it almost every night.

It was precisely because of his fear of the formidable 'Asura' that he had been hovering on the border of Donghua, hesitating and not daring to step into Donghua's territory recklessly.

"Asura, I admit that I am no match for you. Let your compatriots bear the pain you once inflicted upon me."

Hu Yanqing touched the hideous and terrifying knife wound, his gaze particularly fierce and ferocious.

"Report!"

Just then, a guard knelt outside the tent and shouted, "General, a messenger from the Donghua faction has arrived."

"Oh?" Hu Yanqing raised an eyebrow, his face full of arrogance and disdain. "I must have overestimated the dignity of these Donghua people. It's only been three days, and they can't hold on anymore. They've come to negotiate?"

"Ha ha ha, the mighty General, God of War, these Donghua people have always been weak. They're here to negotiate and surrender."

"He he, how boring. If they're so spineless, why bother fighting? They should just surrender directly."

"But this time, the conditions can't be so easy. We want gold, silver, treasures, and fertile land, and they must also send three hundred beautiful women. I love Donghua's beauties; conquering them gives me a great sense of accomplishment."

"Ha ha ha..."