Master Head of the Dragon Soul

Inside the airport, rows of imposing and mighty soldiers stood in two lines, walking out of the cabin.

Chen FengXing, positioned in the middle, donned the uniform of a senior colonel and carried the regent's token and the dragon marshal's uniform as he confidently strode out.

The important figures who came to greet him at the airport were dumbfounded. Where was the God of War, Dragon Soul?

This...

"I am Chen FengXing, the commander of the First Vanguard Brigade of the Dragon Soul Army." Chen FengXing scanned his surroundings and spoke, "I have received the Dragon Lord's command to take over all matters of the Xi Ye Army."

He presented the Dragon Command and the appointment letter, providing proof of his identity.

"Um, Marshal Chen, may I respectfully ask where the Dragon Lord is now?" Guan Ping An asked humbly.

Chen Feng Xing replied indifferently, "The Dragon Lord has decided to personally investigate the situation in Xi Ye and understand the sentiments of the people!"

"He arrived in Xi Ye three days ago."

What?

When this news landed, it was like a thunderbolt, causing many officials to break out in a cold sweat.

The Dragon Lord actually went on a secret visit and arrived in Xi Ye three days ago, and their intelligence organization, which had eyes and ears everywhere, didn't receive any information at all! This is a major mistake!

"He's not coming?" A wealthy kid in the crowd, dressed in fine clothes, instantly became displeased and angrily said, "We went through all this trouble, stood here for so long with sore backs and aching waists to welcome him, and he says he's not coming? Why such a grand reception?"

He was Guan Ping An's son, pampered since childhood, living a life of luxury and privilege, naturally lacking in restraint!

Chen FengXing's gaze swept over him, and he coldly asked, "Do I need to report to you where the Dragon Lord is going and what he plans to do?"

The officers and soldiers at the scene all turned their gazes towards him, and the overwhelming pressure made his face turn pale.

Guan Ping An's face changed drastically; he had wanted to bring his son here to broaden his horizons and see the legendary God of War, to ignite his ambition.

But he didn't expect his son to be so useless, only causing trouble for himself!

"You ungrateful child, don't you have anything to say? Hurry up and apologize to Marshal Chen!" Guan Ping An slapped his son's face, scaring him into repeatedly bowing and apologizing, finally calming everyone's anger.

"Marshal Chen, my son, was just a little excited and expressed himself inaccurately. What we meant was, can we contact the Dragon Lord? In order to welcome the Dragon Lord, we have specially prepared a banquet and evening party tonight. If the Dragon Lord does not attend, we won't be able to proceed with it," Guan Ping An said with a brave face.

"Cancel it," Chen FengXing refused without hesitation, saying coldly, "The Dragon Lord has always acted low-key and never engaged in extravagant activities that waste resources."

"Furthermore, the situation in Xi Ye is tense now. Do you still have the mood to organize such a luxurious party?"

"Um..."

Guan Ping An and the other officials immediately broke out in a cold sweat, bowing their heads and stuttering in silence.

Chen Feng Xing's face was dark, and his gaze swept over the officials present one by one, his voice cold as he said, "The Dragon Lord has instructed me to inform you all that Xi Ye is no longer the Xi Ye of the past. No matter which faction you used to belong to, no matter what dirty and despicable means you used in the past, from now on, all of that must stop. Focus on the battle ahead, and he will forgive all past actions."

"But..."

Just when the officials were slightly relieved, he uttered a single word, causing everyone's expressions to tense up again and their hearts to skip a beat.