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

Su Mu raised the Dragon-Slaying Saber, its blade aimed directly at Timur's throat.

With one strike of his blade, he could decapitate the strongest man in the Northern Barbarian lands.

"stop!"

A loud shout came from the side, and a dark figure rushed over like lightning.

A ten-foot-long spear thrust out from the side, its tip striking precisely the back of the Dragon-Slaying Saber with a clang, forcing Su Mu's blade away.

Su Mu flicked his wrist, sheathed his sword, and retreated, looking at the newcomer.

He did it on purpose just now.

Otherwise, if he wanted to take Timur's life, no one could stop him.

"General Tie, are you alright?" Menglik rode his horse to block Timur's path, his eyes fixed warily on Su Mu.

Timur got up from the ground, picked up the double hammers, gritted his teeth, and his eyes flashed with ferocity.

He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his voice hoarse: "He won't die. This old man is really strange. Let's both go for him!"

Monlik nodded, flicked his spear, and pointed the tip directly at Su Mu.

"Su Mu, stop your arrogance! Northern Dimonlik has come to meet you!"

Su Mu looked at the two of them, a smile slowly creeping onto his lips, a hint of amusement flashing in his cloudy old eyes.

"Good timing."

"I was just worried that killing them one by one was too troublesome. You can all come at me together; it will save you time and effort."

Timur roared and swung his double hammers, aiming to smash them at Su Mu's lower body.

His target was the Akhal-Teke horse that Su Mu rode.

Monlik thrust his spear straight at Su Mu's throat, the tip whistling through the air.

The two men, one above and one below, worked in perfect coordination, sealing off all of Su Mu's escape routes.

Su Mu did not retreat.

He pressed his left hand on the saddle, his body leaped off the horse, flipped in the air, and landed steadily on the ground.

The Akhal-Teke horse, seemingly understanding human nature, let out a long neigh, and turned away, standing still and refusing to approach.

"Good horse."

Su Mu gave a thumbs-up, dusted off his hands, and turned around to face Timur and Monlik.

Timur's hammers missed their mark, the hammerheads striking the ground and creating a large crater, sending dust flying.

Monlik's spear missed its mark, the tip grazing Su Mu's white hair.

Su Mu slashed out with his Dragon-Slaying Saber, the blade energy like a bolt of lightning, heading straight for Menglike's warhorse.

"Snap!"

With a flash of light, the warhorse's two front legs were severed at the root.

The horse suddenly leaned forward, throwing Monlik's body off the horse. Monlik tumbled in the air before crashing heavily to the ground.

The eighteen-foot spear in his hand flew out and stuck in the ground several feet away, the shaft vibrating and humming.

Monlik gritted his teeth, got up from the ground, picked up the spear, and his face turned ashen.

Timur and Monlik exchanged a glance, then roared and pounced on Su Mu.

Both fought on foot, wielding double hammers against long spears, one on the left and one on the right, one forceful and one gentle, their coordination flawless.

Timur's double hammers were powerful and heavy, each strike carrying immense force, the wind from the hammers howling, leaving large craters in the ground.

Monlik's spear was cunning and ruthless, stabbing, picking, sweeping, and deflecting, targeting the sides and back of the Shepherd.

Su Mu fought two opponents alone, his Dragon-Slaying Saber flashing in his hands as he parried and slashed left and right, holding his own.

"Clang clang clang!"

The blade and hammer clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

Swords and spears clashed, and metal clanged.

The three figures moved swiftly and agilely in front of the battle, kicking up dust and sending sand and stones flying.

The soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty held their breath and stared intently at the battlefield.

Zhou Huchen's palms were covered in sweat.

"Can Elder Su hold his own against two opponents?"

You Zhongyi shook his head, his gaze steady.

"Old Su has his own plans."

"Tie Niu! Guns, come here!" Su Mu shouted.

Zhao Tieniu was already prepared before the battle.

He grabbed the heavy black iron spear, took a deep breath, swung his arm, and threw the spear toward Su Mu.

The iron spear tumbled through the air, its tip pointing downwards, like a black lightning bolt, heading straight for Su Mu.

Su Mu glanced back, then reached out with his left hand and firmly grasped the gun barrel.

The iron spear was in my hand; it felt heavy, and the shaft was icy cold.

He clenched his fingers, and the gun spun around in his palm, emitting a buzzing vibration.

Then he planted the Dragon Slayer Sword in the ground, gripped the spear with both hands, and pointed the spear tip diagonally at the ground.

His eyes gleamed with fierce fighting spirit.

……

On the battlefield, Su Mu's offensive suddenly changed.

From knife to gun!

Slash, stab, thrust, sweep—every shot is deadly.

Timur and Monlik were forced to retreat step by step, their foreheads covered in cold sweat.

"His...his marksmanship...?" Monlik's voice trembled.

Gore stood at the front of the formation, utterly shocked.

He learned to shoot at the age of seven, became famous at the age of fifteen, and was deified by the Northern Barbarians at the age of twenty.

He spent his life with guns and considered himself to be the best marksman in the world.

But at this moment, he was stunned when he saw Su Mu's marksmanship.

Fierce, domineering, and fluid.

Every move was powerful and heavy, and every technique concealed a deadly intent.

A fervent glint flashed in Gore's eyes.

"Su Mu's marksmanship has reached the point where man and gun are one..."

He couldn't help it.

"Your Majesty!" Ge Lie rode up to Tuoba Feng, clasped his hands in greeting, and said, "This old man requests permission to fight! Let me go and meet that Su Mu!"

Tuoba Feng was observing the battle, his face ashen.

He was both shocked and furious to see that even when Timur and Monlik joined forces, they were still being overwhelmed by Su Mu.

Upon hearing that Ge Lie had volunteered for the mission, he nodded quickly.

"With Senior Ge Lie on the front lines, the tide of battle will surely turn! Go now!"

"Your Majesty, this humble general also requests to join the battle!"

Hurchi spurred his horse forward, took the iron-rimmed bow from his back, nocked a wolf-tooth arrow, and his eyes flashed with cold light.

"My arrows can provide support from afar. No matter how powerful Su Mu is, he can't dodge my arrows."

Tuoba Feng was overjoyed: "Excellent! With General Hurchi shooting arrows from afar, Senior Gelie engaging in close combat, and Temur and Menglike joining forces, the four of them together will surely kill Su Mu!"

"Wait a minute!"

A deep voice came from behind.

Jamukha rode out.

"Your Majesty, General Hurchi's archery skills are unparalleled, but once he makes a move, Su Mu will surely be on guard. Why don't I let him engage in close combat first, while General Hurchi seizes the opportunity to fire his arrows?"

Tuoba Feng pondered for a moment, then nodded.

"Alright! Jamukha, you go too!"

Four fierce generals went into battle at the same time.

Gore rode ahead on horseback, with Jamukha close behind.

On the battlefield, Menglik got up from the ground and picked up the eighteen-foot spear.

Timur dragged his double hammers, gritted his teeth, and his eyes were filled with the fury of revenge.

At this moment, Gore and Jamukha also arrived on the battlefield.

Four figures surrounded Su Mu.

……

Su Mu was engaged in a fierce battle with Timur and Monlik when he caught a glimpse of two more figures rushing towards him out of the corner of his eye, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

"They've all finally arrived."

This is what he's been waiting for.

It catches everything in one go, saving time and effort.

Gore was the first to rush forward.

He pulled on the reins and said coldly to Su Mu:

"Su Mu, I am Ge Lie, the master of the Barbarian Butcher."

"I will kill you today to avenge my disciple!"

Zhou Huchen's expression changed in front of the vanguard battalion.

"Four people ganging up on Old Master Su? Those Northern Barbarians are utterly shameless!"

"Let's all go together."

You Zhongyi placed his hand on the hilt of his sword and advised, "Old Su said that no one is allowed to fight without his order."

"But……"

"I trust Professor Su."

On the battlefield, Su Mu gripped his iron spear, his white hair fluttering in the wind. He stood surrounded by four fierce generals, appearing exceptionally thin.

"All four of them are here."

"Then let's all come at once."

Gore's pupils contracted sharply, and his grip on the gun tightened.

He did not expect that this centenarian, facing the siege of four fierce generals, would not only not be afraid, but would instead take the initiative to challenge them.

"Arrogant!"

Timur was the first to lose his temper, letting out a roar as he slammed his double hammers at Su Mu.

Gore, Jamukha, and Monlik also immediately took action.

Four fierce generals, wielding four weapons, attacked Su Mu from four directions.

Su Mu did not retreat.

With a flick of his iron spear, the tip drew an arc in the air, meeting the attack of the four men.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

Su Mu's iron spear, like a black dragon, weaved through the gaps between the four weapons, blocking left and right, deflecting and sweeping upwards and downwards, deflecting all four attacks.

At this moment, Ge Lie finally realized: Su Mu's marksmanship was no less than his own.

Su Mu fought against four opponents and held his own.

At that moment, he suddenly planted his spear into the ground as well.

He sneered and said, "It's time to end this!"

Instantly, a surge of golden true energy erupted from his body!