Chapter 825 Jiang Wanjun, You Go To Hell!
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Sensing Jiang Wanjun''s unwavering determination towards death, the warhorse beneath him let out
a long howl, thundering like a lightning bolt as it charged towards the Donghua camp.
Jiang Wanjun''s in knife swept horizontally, each move executed with grandeur, a force like
thunder.
Dozens of soldiers attempted to intercept him, their long knives falling collectively with a crisp
sound...
Despite being attacked and surrounded by dozens of shields, he urged his horse to charge forth,
scattering them in disarray...
Hundreds of arrows were released like a torrential rain, yet he effortlessly swept through them...
"Step back!" Chu Feng waved off the Dragon Soul Army that intended to surround him, facing the
charging Jiang Wanjun with a lone spear, rushing headlong.
"Haha, fight me!" Jiang Wanjun''s boldness surged as he roared, and his in knife descended
directly without any retreat.
Boom!
The sh of des and spears echoed, and the two had already exchanged blows for at least ten
moves in an instant. Sparks flew, resembling a scene of war with zing fires.
Both were seasoned warriors with extensive battlefield experience. While their moves might not be
as shy and dazzling as those in movies, they were highly lethal, filled with vigor, and extremely
awe-inspiring. The sight sent shivers down the spines of onlookers, stirring their blood with
excitement.
The battle between Chu Feng and Jiang Wanjun continued, and ten minutester, after hundreds of
exchanges, Jiang Wanjun''s stamina couldn''t keep up with his charges. Wounds crisscrossed his
body, sharp spear tips prating his arms and thighs.
Jiang Wanjun, with his white hair scattered, faced death fearlessly, never taking a step back.
Tragic, awe-inspiring, and profoundly respectable!
Neigh!
With a long and resounding neigh, Jiang Wanjun''s warhorse copsed thunderously beneath him,
sumbing to exhaustion.
Thud!
Simultaneously, the cold radiance of Chu Feng''s spear arrived, a force like a thousand pounds
piercing directly through Jiang Wanjun''s heart.
"Mr. Jiang!"
"Wargod!"
Xiahou Jun, Jiang Wanjun''s disciples, and the soldiers in the Xi Xia army all eximed.
Even in the face of overwhelming defeat, surrounded on all sides, and with no hope of victory, Jiang
Wanjun didn''t run, didn''t surrender, and didn''t flinch.
An old horse, a in knife, an elderly man fought fiercely until the very end, until thest second of
his life.
Pfft!
Jiang Wanjun spat out a jet of blood as he sensed his life slipping away gradually, and the world
before his eyes became increasingly blurry.
Past memories shed before his eyes, scenes passing like a film. He saw himself joining the army
at a young age, a spirited youth bowing at the vige head, bidding farewell to his parents,
resolutely joining the military...
He witnessed his wedding night, candlelight flickering, the tender shyness in the eyes of his beloved
wife...
He witnessed returning defeated, only a dozen or so surviving brothers huddled together, crying in
grief...
The final scene depicted a mature man, weathered by experience, with sharp eyes and a military
uniform, cheered by thousands as he ascended the stage, received the seal from the Six Nations,
and bowed as the Wargod of the Six Nations!
A peerless figure, a hero of his time.
At this moment, Jiang Wanjun''s eyes turned into a murky ckness, and all consciousness came to
an abrupt halt.
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The in knife in his hand was suddenly wedged straight into the yellow sand, supporting his body,
never falling down.
His life began and ended in battles. Even in death, he stood proudly under the vast sky, on the
yellow soil, upright and honorable.Content is ? 2024 N?velDrama.Org.
Chu Feng waved his hand. "Bring me wine!"
Taking a jug of Xi Feng Liquor, he poured it all into the yellow soil beneath his feet, his gaze filled
with reverence. "I, Chu Feng of Donghua, pay my respects to Jiang Wanjun, the God of War."
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