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

Su Mu slowly raised his hands.

Golden light began to gather in his palm.

The light grew brighter and brighter, bursting forth from between his fingers, from the lines on his palms, and from under every inch of his skin, enveloping Su Mu in a golden halo.

Gore's pupils constricted in shock.

He sensed an unprecedentedly powerful force gathering within Su Mu.

"No good, retreat!"

He roared, but it was too late.

Su Mu unleashed both palms simultaneously.

"Shocking for miles around!"

A low shout, like the roar of a divine dragon.

Two enormous golden dragon shadows flew out from his palms at the same time, their roars shaking the heavens and spreading golden light across the ground, illuminating the entire gray sky.

Two golden dragons intertwined and roared, charging towards the four fierce generals ahead with a world-destroying momentum.

"boom!!!"

A deafening roar shook the earth.

A golden light exploded, and the shockwave spread outwards from Su Mu as the center. The snow on the ground was blown away, dust was swirled up dozens of feet high, and the air was torn apart, emitting a sharp whistling sound.

As if struck head-on by a mountain, the four of them were thrown backward uncontrollably.

They were like fallen leaves in a storm, tumbling and spinning in the air, flying dozens of meters away before crashing heavily to the ground, rolling a few more times before finally stopping.

"puff!"

Timur was the first to spit out blood; his hammer flew out of his hand and crashed to the ground, creating a large crater.

His chest was caved in, countless ribs were broken, and he was gushing blood from his mouth, his face deathly pale.

He struggled to stand up, but his legs gave way and he fell back down.

Menglik's spear flew away to who knows where, and his right arm was bent at an abnormal angle, broken off.

Blood gushed from his mouth, staining the armor on his chest. His eyes were half-open, half-closed, and his consciousness was beginning to fade.

Jamukha knelt on the ground, blood at the corner of his mouth, and a large section of the iron armor on his chest was shattered by the force of the palm strike, revealing purplish-blue bruises underneath.

He gasped for breath, looked up at Su Mu's figure, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Gore was the least injured of the four.

He still held the iron spear in his hand, but there was blood at the corner of his mouth, and his internal organs were injured by the force of the palm strike. Every breath felt like being cut by a knife.

He knelt on one knee, his iron spear supporting him, barely keeping him from falling.

He looked at Su Mu, his eyes filled with shock.

"What kind of palm technique is this?"

"The Great Qian Dynasty actually possesses such divine power?"

……

The Great Qian camp was deathly silent.

Everyone stared, mouths agape, eyes wide, their minds blank.

Everyone was wondering: What are we seeing?

General Su unleashed two golden dragons with a single palm strike, blasting away all four fierce generals of the Northern Barbarians.

He crippled four Northern Di generals with a single palm strike?

"Old Su! Old Su, you are a god descended from heaven! I, Zhao Tieniu, admire no one but you in this life!"

Gu Changfeng took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and murmured softly.

"He defeated Timur with a single slash, repelled Monlik with a single spear thrust, and defeated four generals with a single palm strike... Elder Su's strength is that of a true war god of our Great Qian Dynasty."

On the city wall, the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty, having recovered from their shock, erupted in thunderous cheers.

"Old Su is awesome!"

"Old Su is awesome!"

……

In the Northern Di army.

The 100,000-strong army was completely silent.

The thunderous war drums ceased at that moment.

They watched helplessly as Su Mu blasted the four strongest generals of the Northern Barbarians away with a single palm strike, sending them crashing to the ground like four dead dogs, spitting blood and unable to get up.

Tuoba Feng, mounted on his horse, was utterly astonished. His face was extremely pale, his lips were trembling, and cold sweat was pouring down his forehead.

"Impossible...impossible...how could this be..." He stared at Su Mu in disbelief, shouting hysterically.

Timur, the strongest man in the Northern Di.

Monlik and Jamukha were his most valiant personal guard commanders.

Ge Lie, the Northern Barbarian Gun God, is a martial arts prodigy who appears only once in a century.

These four people are his strongest trump cards.

Just now, these four people were all seriously injured by a single palm strike from a centenarian.

Just one palm strike!

The Imperial Advisor Xuan Ce stood beside Tuoba Feng, his eyes filled with fear, and stammered:

"Your Majesty... Su Mu... this man's skills are terrifying."

"This palm technique is incredibly powerful; a single strike can shatter a thousand troops..."

Hurchi gripped the longbow, his throat dry. He swallowed, but felt as if his throat was on fire.

He had just been thinking of shooting Su Mu from a distance with a stray arrow.

Now he only feels fortunate.

I'm glad I didn't rush up.

……

On the city wall, Tuoba Han and Tuoba Lie were also imprisoned there and witnessed the whole process.

Tuoba Han's face was as white as paper, his legs were trembling, and he almost collapsed to the ground.

He stood there with his mouth agape and his eyes wide open, unable to utter a single word.

Tuoba Lie's eyes reddened slightly, and he sighed deeply, saying:

"Brother...you're so foolish..."

"Why won't you listen to your third brother's advice?"

He closed his eyes, unable to bear watching any longer.

He had long advised his elder brother not to send troops and not to confront Su Mu head-on.

Su Mu's strength is unfathomable; it will be extremely difficult for the Northern Di to win.

But the elder brother wouldn't listen. He killed Sikong Yu and personally led an army of 100,000 to conquer Mozhou.

Now, four fierce generals have been defeated, and even the gun god Ge Lie has been defeated, causing the morale of the 100,000-strong army to collapse.

In this battle, the Northern Di have already lost.

"The fate of the Northern Barbarians..." Tuoba Lie murmured, "From this day forward, it seems it will change."

"Heaven does not bless our Northern Barbarians."

Tuoba Lie let out a long sigh, and two lines of tears streamed down his face.

……

On the battlefield, Su Mu withdrew his palms, and the golden light slowly dissipated.

He looked at the four heavily wounded Northern Di generals on the ground, his eyes showing no pride, no pity, only a chilling calm.

He knew that the four men were exhausted and unable to fight any longer.

Timur and Monlik were the most seriously injured and could no longer stand up.

Gore and Jamukha could barely stand, but that was all; they had no strength left to fight.

Su Mu did not make any further moves.

He turned around, walked to the Ferghana horse, put the Dragon Slayer Sword back into its scabbard on the saddle, and then bent down to pick up the iron spear from the ground.

The cold touch of the gun barrel came from his palm, and he tightened his grip on the iron gun by closing his fingers.

He mounted his horse and stared intently at the Northern Di army ahead.

He did not let his guard down.

Although he had defeated four fierce generals, the Northern Di King was still alive, and the 100,000-strong Northern Di army was still eyeing him covetously.

Therefore, he had to lead his troops into battle and kill the Northern Di king.

The Northern Di army will only retreat after the death of the Northern Di king.

Su Mu sneered, "The emperor himself is leading the expedition? I'll make sure you don't return alive."

He took a deep breath, raised his iron spear, and pointed the tip directly at the direction of the Northern Di army.

Then he shouted loudly:

"The soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty!"

"Follow me, and kill!"

"kill!"