At 100 years old, he joined the army in place of his granddaughter, and became a national war god.

Su Mu barely slept a wink that night.

Although he was very tired, he dared not sleep.

Every time he dozed off for a while, he would suddenly wake up, first touching to see if Qingxue was still there beside him, then getting up and walking to the window to see if the horse in the backyard was still there.

He knew a principle well: one must always be wary of others!

Yesterday, the shopkeeper and waiter looked at the horses strangely, and those burly men looked at people strangely too.

So he stayed awake, dozing off, and awake again, on and off, until dawn broke.

In the early morning, sunlight streamed through the cracks in the window, illuminating Su Qingxue's sleeping face.

The little girl was curled up in the blanket, fast asleep, a slight smile on her lips, probably dreaming of returning to her old home.

"Knock knock knock..."

There was a gentle knock on the door.

"Grandpa, come downstairs for breakfast! We have to leave after we finish eating!"

Xiao Zhixia's voice came from outside the door.

Su Mu replied, "Alright, you can go down first. I'll wake Qingxue and come over."

After saying that, he slowly stood up, supporting himself on the edge of the bed.

The 100-year-old's back, stiff all night, is now like a rusty iron plate, creaking with every movement.

He rubbed his lower back and bent down to gently pat his granddaughter's face.

"Qingxue, get up."

Su Qingxue rubbed her eyes and sat up, her hair disheveled, her face still flushed from the blankets.

After the grandfather and grandson finished washing up, Su Mu tied up his bundle, leaned his broadsword against the door, and was about to open the door when a man's maniacal laughter suddenly came from downstairs.

The laughter was unrestrained and vulgar, like a pack of hungry wolves snatching meat.

"Hahaha! Brother, you have great taste! These two young ladies are really beautiful!"

"Absolutely! To run into someone like this in this remote, impoverished place, we brothers are incredibly lucky!"

"Bring them up Tiger Head Mountain and present them to the gang leader as a welcoming gift, and our joining the Tiger Head Gang will be a sure thing!"

Su Mu's hand paused.

His eyes narrowed sharply, realizing that something had happened to the Xiao sisters!

"Qingxue, stay in your room and close the door." Su Mu grabbed the broadsword leaning against the wall, his voice low. "Don't open the door unless Grandpa knocks, understand?"

Su Qingxue was startled by her grandfather's tone and obediently nodded, "Qingxue will remember, Grandpa, please be careful..."

Su Mu opened the door and went out.

The corridor was quiet.

He walked to the railing, looked down, and sure enough!

In the hall, Xiao Zhixia and Xiao Zhiqi lay motionless on the table, clearly drugged.

The burly men surrounded them, their eyes gleaming with lust, like flies drawn to blood.

The young man who mocked him yesterday was holding a rope and was grinning wickedly as he approached Xiao Zhixia.

"Brother, there's no time to lose, let's get started! If they wake up, it'll be a hassle."

"What's the rush? Let me take a good look at these two young women. They're got great figures, even the young ladies from wealthy families in the capital aren't that great, are they?"

"Brother, are you going to enjoy it yourself first?"

"Hehe, let's take care of business first. Once we get to Tiger Head Mountain, the boss will surely reward us. We won't be afraid of not having the chance."

The burly men burst into laughter again.

The young man had already squatted down, and the rope was looped around Xiao Zhixia's wrist.

Su Mu clenched his fist.

His thin, bony fingers gripped the railing, his knuckles turning white.

Anger was burning within me.

When the nation was in peril, the Northern Barbarians massacred villages and hamlets, leaving the people of Daqian displaced and homeless.

These men, young and strong, instead of protecting their country and helping the weak, are here attacking two girls!

They harmed their fellow countrymen and deserve to die!

"Stop!" Su Mu shouted.

The entire hall fell silent instantly.

Several burly men simultaneously raised their heads and looked towards the second floor.

The old man with white hair and a hunched back was standing behind the railing, holding a horse-slaying knife in his hand.

"Oh..." The young man was the first to react, a smirk spreading across his face. "Isn't this the old man who was clamoring to join the army last night? What, you're already trying to be a hero and save the damsel in distress before you've even enlisted?"

He draped the rope over his shoulder, put his hands on his hips, and looked up at Su Mu with an expression that was incredibly irritating.

"Old man, I advise you to lie down when you should lie down and sleep when you should sleep, and not meddle in other people's business."

Another burly man chimed in, laughing so hard he almost fell over: "With his physique, we don't even need a coffin; we can just dig a hole and bury him!"

"Hahaha! It's good that he's buried. It saves him from making a fool of himself here. A hundred-year-old man coming out to act like a hero—it's embarrassing enough to tell anyone!"

"Exactly! You old geezer, is that knife you made from a firewood stick? Can you even lift it? Don't end up chopping off your own foot before you even manage to cut anyone!"

"Brothers, what do you think this old man could do on the battlefield? He'd just stand in front of the enemy, and the Northern Di would see him and think, 'Oh, the Great Qian sent their ancestor to die!' Hahahaha!"

Laughter rose in waves, and several people laughed so hard they slapped their thighs, tears welling up in their eyes.

The leader spat out the pastry he had just eaten, slowly turned around, and looked Su Mu up and down with a face full of disdain.

"Old man, I'll give you a chance." He held up three fingers. "When I say three, you disappear from my sight, go back to your room and get some sleep. This has nothing to do with you."

He paused, his eyes turning cold: "If you don't know what's good for you..."

He patted the broadsword at his waist.

"This knife was just sharpened."

Su Mu didn't speak. He carried the horse-slaying saber and walked down the stairs step by step.

The tip of the saber trailed behind him, leaving a shallow mark on the wooden stairs with a soft "hissing" sound.

His waist was still bent, his back was still hunched, and his full head of white hair trembled slightly in the morning light.

But he walked very steadily, as steadily as a moving mountain.

When the young man saw that Su Mu had really come down, he was not flustered at all; on the contrary, he became even more excited.

He tossed the rope to the ground, put his hands on his hips, tilted his head, and looked at Su Mu with a grin.

"Oh, you actually came down? Old man, are you really not afraid of death? Or are you tired of living and want someone to send you on your way?"

"If you want to die, it's easy for you. We brothers will grant your wish. But speaking of which, what will happen to your little granddaughter if you die? Do you want us brothers to take care of her for you?"

"Hahaha! Right, right, and bring that little girl up the mountain too!"

"You know, that girl may be a bit young, but once she grows up, she'll be a beauty. If we raise her for a few years, she might even be more beautiful than these two!"

Su Mu did not stop.

The murderous intent in his eyes grew stronger.

He stood in the middle of the stairs, his left hand gripping the wooden handrail of the corridor, his five fingers interlocked...

"Snap!"

He broke off a section of the thick handrail with his bare hands.

His withered fingers gripped the piece of wood, veins bulging, like iron pliers clamping a chopstick.

Then, he threw it out.

The piece of wood, carrying the force of a thousand pounds, whistled as it flew towards the young man.

It was as fast as a cannonball.

With a loud "bang!", it hit him squarely in the face.

The young man's head snapped back, and he was thrown more than ten feet away, as if he had been hit by a charging bull. He slammed against the wall and bounced back to the ground.

His head exploded.

Blood, brain matter, and bone fragments gushed out of the deep crater.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream.

The hall was deathly silent.

The smiles on the faces of the remaining burly men froze.

They stared at the still convulsing corpse on the ground, then at the white-haired, hunched-over old man on the stairs, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.

"Wow... such strength..." someone murmured, their voice trembling.

They are people who live on the edge, they have seen fierce and ruthless people, but have they ever seen a centenarian break a wooden railing with his bare hands or smash a piece of wood into a person's head?

The leader's face twitched twice, and a look of horror flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by rage.

"Old man, you're asking for it!"

He kicked over the table beside him, drew his broadsword from his waist, and pointed the tip at Su Mu.

"Brothers, get him! Chop this old bastard into eight pieces!"

The remaining six burly men came to their senses, drew their broadswords, and charged at Su Mu with howls.

They outnumbered the enemy, had more knives, and were more imposing.

In their eyes, no matter how strong the old man was, he was still just a human being.

One against seven, and with that old bone, they could wear him down to death.

Su Mu did not retreat.

He came down the stairs and walked into the crowd.

The saber flashed a cold light in the morning light...

Five Tigers Severing the Gate Knife Technique.

As the blade slashed down, the burly man who had rushed forward first raised his sword to block.

With a clang, his broadsword, along with half of his shoulder, was cleaved away.

Blood gushed out, and the man fell to the ground, howling like a pig being slaughtered.

With the second horizontal slash, a gash was cut open in the stomach of the second burly man, and his internal organs spilled out onto the ground.

With a third slash, the neck of the third burly man was cut in half, his head tilted to one side, and he collapsed to his knees.

One cut, one kill.

Knives are fatal.

In the blink of an eye, all six burly men collapsed.

The leader stood there, his broadsword still raised, when everyone around him was gone.

His face was as white as paper.

He watched as the white-haired old man stood amidst the pile of corpses, his body hunched over, blood dripping from the tip of his broadsword.

Those old eyes, filled with murderous intent, were staring at him.

That look in his eyes didn't seem like that of a centenarian.

Instead, he resembled a god of war emerging from a sea of ​​blood.

"Old...old man, please forgive me..."

"Spare me...spare me..."

His voice was trembling, his whole body was shaking, and his crotch was already soaked.

Su Mu walked up to him, looked at him, then raised his saber and brought it down.

"Click—"

That strike was thunderous and unstoppable.

The elder brother instinctively raised his broadsword to parry, but Su Mu's strike carried the force of a thousand pounds, directly cleaving his sword in two. The momentum continued unabated as it slashed diagonally down his shoulder, cutting him in two.

Blood gushed out, staining half the wall red.

Su Mu sheathed his sword, turned around, walked to Xiao Zhixia and Xiao Zhiqi's side, bent down, and gently patted Xiao Zhixia's face.

"Little girl, wake up."

Xiao Zhixia did not react.

He patted Xiao Zhi Qiu again.

There was no response.

Su Mu frowned and looked around, wanting to find the shopkeeper or waiter for help!

But there was no one there!

Meanwhile, at the end of the corridor on the second floor, in the room on the far right.

A pair of eyes were staring intently at him through the crack in the door.