Master Head of the Dragon Soul novel Chapter 822

Jiang Wanjun felt a twinge of regret. He had almost suffered a major setback due to underestimating his opponent and allowing his anger and desire for revenge to consume him upon learning of his disciple Huyan Qing's death.

Xiahou Jun, however, consoled him with a smile, saying, "No need to worry, Wargod Jiang. We still have the upper hand, don't we? Besides, our reinforcement of two hundred thousand troops is on its way. We have nothing to be concerned about."

Jiang Wanjun nodded slightly, realizing he had been overly anxious. The Dragon Soul Warlord in front of him, despite his exceptional talent, was nothing more than a young lad in his twenties. What qualifications did he have to be compared to Jiang Wanjun, an old veteran, in terms of leading troops into battle?

On the other side…

"Dragon Lord, the cavalry charge from Xi Xia is too fierce. General Fengxing is having difficulty holding his ground," the deputy general beside him said anxiously.

"If this continues, their cavalry will break through."

"No need to panic." Chu Feng remained calm. "Just wait. The breakthrough is when we strike!"

A cold smile played on Chu Feng's lips, indicating that the trap had been set. He waved his hand. "Northern Wolf Cavalry!"

Whoo…

Just then, a series of deep, blaring war horns resonated from outside the battlefields, gradually growing closer and louder.

"What is that?" Xiahou Jun and the other generals exchanged puzzled glances, unable to comprehend.

On the other hand, Jiang Wanjun's pupils contracted, and he urgently shouted, "Sh*t, it's a trap! Fall back! Fall back!"

However, it was already too late.

Clop, clop, clop…

Accompanied by the resonant horn calls, a thick smoke rolled in, and the sound of clashing weapons and horses echoed. It appeared as if there were more than twenty thousand cavalry, all clad in white armor with face masks, their eyes emitting a cold and bloodthirsty gleam.

White robes, white armor, white horses—a pervasive and chilling atmosphere of killing intent enveloped them. Despite the blazing sun, it gave off an icy feeling, as if in an icy cave or a snow-covered land.