Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 817

"You insolent brat, I will tear you apart to avenge my disciple!"

Jiang Wanjun's eyes were bloodshot, and he roared with despair and anger.

His frail and withered body swayed in the wind, appearing to be in extreme grief, as if it could collapse at any moment.

"God of War, please take care of yourself!"

"Yes, God of War, you must prioritize your health and not let anger harm your body."

Xia Hou Jun and the others quickly comforted him, attempting to support Jiang Wanjun, but he pushed them away.

"Oh my God, do you all believe that I, the elderly gentleman, have deteriorated to the point where I cannot even wield a knife?" Jiang Wanjun's gaze was sharp, his tone icy.

The officials of Xi Xia remained silent, but their embarrassed and unnatural expressions revealed everything.

"Ha ha ha!"

Suddenly, Jiang Wanjun burst into laughter. Along with his laughter, there were a series of popping sounds emanating from his frail body. His figure quickly swelled up, and his skin and muscles regained their luster, suddenly bursting with vitality.

In the blink of an eye, Jiang Wanjun transformed into a tall and sturdy man over 1.8 meters tall. If it weren't for his white hair and unchanged appearance, they would have thought he was a different person.

This...

Xia Hou Jun and the others stared in shock, unable to believe what they were witnessing.

"I have been in seclusion for too long—so long that the world thinks I have entered my grave." Jiang Wanjun's sharp gaze swept across, exuding an air of arrogance.

"Very well, starting from today, I will let the world see that I, Jiang Wanjun, am still the God of War who dominates the battlefield of the Six Nations!"