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

Hurchi's voice boomed across the chaotic battlefield, sharp and urgent.

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, the tip pointing directly at the approaching white figure, but his hand holding the bow trembled.

Thousands of Northern Di soldiers surged in from all directions, forming a human wall in front of Tuoba Feng.

The shields were linked together, the spears pointed outwards, and the iron armor gleamed coldly in the sunlight.

Su Mu rode his Ferghana horse, staring at the wall of people with a fierce glint in his eyes.

Then, with both palms extended, a golden dragon shadow roared forth.

"The dragon that soars too high will regret it!"

A golden dragon flew out from the right palm and crashed into the wall of people.

With a deafening roar, shields shattered, spears broke, and the wall of men was toppled to the ground, creating shallow craters as cries of agony filled the air.

"The dragon soars in the sky!"

Su Mu leaped into the air, soaring off his horse and striking down with both palms.

Two golden dragons descended from the sky and crashed into the second wall of people.

Dust flew everywhere, and gravel flew everywhere.

Another hundred soldiers were blown away, their screams echoing throughout the air.

"The dragon appears in the field!"

After landing, Su Mu swept his palm horizontally, and the golden palm wind was like an invisible giant blade, cutting the third wall of people in half.

The human wall formed by thousands of soldiers was as flimsy as paper in front of Su Mu.

Hurchi's face was as white as paper, filled with utter terror.

He drew his bow, aimed at Su Mu's chest, and released the bowstring.

"Whoosh!"

The arrow pierced the air like a shooting star, heading straight for Su Mu's face.

Su Mu struck out with his palm, the force of which shattered the arrow into fragments, sending wood chips flying everywhere.

He did not slow down, and the Akhal-Teke continued to charge forward.

Standing beside Tuoba Feng, the Imperial Preceptor Xuan Ce watched as Su Mu tore through the defenses with palm strike after palm strike, and fear surged through his heart like a tidal wave.

He turned to Tuoba Feng and said urgently, "Your Majesty, retreat! Su Mu is a man who can fight ten thousand men single-handedly! You cannot risk your life!"

Tuoba Feng's face was ashen, his teeth clenched, and his eyes were filled with resentment.

"Withdraw the troops? My army of 100,000, are you just going to withdraw like that? Where will I put my face then?"

"Your Majesty!" Xuan Ce's voice grew even more urgent. "Four fierce generals have already been lost, and the soldiers' morale is completely broken. Continuing to fight will not turn the tide! As long as we live, we can fight again, Your Majesty!"

Tuoba Feng's heart was bleeding.

A massive army of 100,000 men was mobilized, and the emperor personally led the expedition.

He thought he could conquer the northern border and personally cut off Su Mu's head.

But now, his fierce general is dead, his army has collapsed, and his dignity has been trampled underfoot by a centenarian.

"Your Majesty! Look!" The guards around him pointed ahead, their voices trembling.

Tuoba Feng suddenly looked up, his pupils contracting sharply.

Su Mu had already passed the encirclement of thousands of cavalrymen and was only a hundred paces away from him.

"Stop him! Stop him now!" Tuoba Feng shouted.

But no one could stop Su Mu.

Wherever he went, golden dragons cleared the way, and his palm winds swept across; no sword or blade could get close to him, and no arrow could hit him.

He was like a war god, moving through an army of 100,000 as if they were nothing.

Seeing Su Mu getting closer and closer, Hurchi knew that if he didn't fight desperately now, it would be too late.

He gritted his teeth, drew three arrows from his quiver, and nocked them onto the bowstring.

He unleashed three arrows simultaneously—his ultimate technique.

"Go to hell!"

The arrow pierced the air, its sharp whistling sound piercing the eardrums.

Su Mu looked at the three arrows, grabbed the iron spear hanging on the side of the saddle with one hand, flicked his wrist, and the iron spear flew out like a poisonous dragon emerging from the sea.

The iron spear, accompanied by a whistling sound, drew a black arc in the air, narrowly missing the three arrows.

The arrow was deflected by the wind from the gun and flew off somewhere unknown.

But the iron spear was unstoppable, heading straight for Hurchi.

"puff!"

The iron spear pierced through Hurchi's chest and emerged from his back, bringing with it a cloud of blood.

The impact of the iron spear sent him flying off his horse, hanging high on the shaft, his hands limply at his sides, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly agape, his face filled with disbelief.

The iron spear, still possessing considerable momentum, flew several feet with Hurchi's corpse in it. With a clang, the spear's buttocks stuck into the ground, while the shaft stood upright, Hurchi's body hanging from the spear tip, swaying gently in the wind.

On the battlefield, time seemed to stand still.

Everyone saw this.

Hurchi, the top archer of the Northern Barbarians, was pinned to the ground by Su Mu's spear, his body flying high like a flag.

"General Khurchi...is dead..."

"Run! Run faster!"

The Northern Di army completely collapsed.

The soldiers threw down their weapons, turned their horses around, and fled in panic.

Some were trampled to death, some were pushed down... The army of 100,000 scattered like birds and beasts.

Su Mu did not look at the routed soldiers.

His gaze remained fixed on the fleeing figure in the distance.

"King of the Northern Barbarians, where do you think you're going!"

A loud shout rang out, like a thunderclap.

The Akhal-Teke horse neighed and chased after Tuoba Feng.

The speed of the Akhal-Teke horse is far beyond that of ordinary warhorses.

The white steed, like an arrow released from a bow, weaved through the fleeing Northern Di army.

A group of cavalrymen attempted to block their path, but Su Mu struck out with his palm, causing both men and horses to fall.

Cavalry charged from the left, and Su Mu swung his sword backhand, the blade sweeping across, cutting down both the rider and his horse.

No one could stop him, and nothing could slow him down.

Tuoba Feng glanced back; the white figure was getting closer and closer.

His heart was pounding in his throat. He lashed out at the horse's rump, and the warhorse, in pain, galloped wildly.

"Protect the King! Quickly, protect the King!"

Xuan Ce shouted hoarsely, but he spurred his horse to the side, already looking for a way out.

Fifty steps.

Thirty steps.

Ten steps...

Su Mu struck out with his palm, the wind from which was like Mount Tai pressing down, hitting Tuoba Feng squarely in the back.

"boom!"

Tuoba Feng's body flew off the horse, tumbled twice in the air, and crashed heavily to the ground, rolling several times before coming to a stop.

His warhorse was struck by the palm strike, letting out a mournful neigh before crashing to the ground, its four legs twitching.

Tuoba Feng lay prone in the snow, covered in mud, his golden armor askew, his crown fallen off, his hair disheveled, and blood at the corner of his mouth.

He struggled to get up, but the sharp pain in his back made him unable to exert any strength. He managed to get halfway up before falling back down.

Xuan Ce saw this scene from afar, his face turned pale, and he no longer cared about being a king or not. He turned his horse around and galloped away to the side.

"Imperial Advisor! Imperial Advisor!"

Tuoba Feng shouted hoarsely, but Xuan Ce didn't turn his head and disappeared into the fleeing soldiers in the blink of an eye.

Su Mu dismounted, picked up the Dragon-Slaying Saber, and walked step by step toward Tuoba Feng.

His white hair fluttered in the wind, blood still dripped from the Dragon Slayer Saber, and his steps were slow, but each step landed squarely on Tuoba Feng's heart.

Tuoba Feng lay on the ground, raised his head, and looked at the figure that was getting closer and closer.

His eyes were filled with fear, his lips trembled, and he pleaded:

"No...don't kill me..."

"General Su... I... I surrender... I beg you... please don't kill me..."

He struggled to his feet, kneeling on the snow, trembling all over.

"I promise... I promise the Northern Barbarians will never invade the Great Qian again... I'll cede territory... I'll pay reparations... I'll agree to anything you want... just spare my life..."

He kowtowed to Su Mu, even drawing blood from his forehead.

Where was the slightest trace of the Northern Di King's majesty in that appearance?

Where is the arrogance of the emperor when he personally led the expedition?

Su Mu stopped, lowered his head, and looked at the Northern Di King kneeling in the snow, shivering. A slight sneer appeared on his lips.

"If only I had known this would happen, I wouldn't have done it in the first place."

"I gave you a chance."

"If you don't cherish it, then don't blame this old man."

The Dragon-Slaying Saber was raised, and its light suddenly shone brightly.

"No!" Tuoba Feng shouted.

A flash of light appeared.

A head flew into the air, blood gushing from its neck, drawing a red curtain of blood in the sunlight.

Tuoba Feng's headless corpse swayed twice in the snow before collapsing with a thud, its blood staining the white snow.

Su Mu bent down, picked up Tuoba Feng's head, and held it high by the hair bun.

White hair fluttered in the wind, and blood dripped from the Dragon Slayer Sword onto the snow.

He took a deep breath, his voice booming like thunder.

"The King of the Northern Barbarians is dead!"

The Northern Di soldiers stopped and looked back.

"Your Majesty... Your Majesty is dead..."

"The king has been killed..."

"We lost..."

"Run for your lives!"

The Northern Di soldiers, abandoning their armor and weapons, fled in disarray.

The army of 100,000 was completely routed.

On the battlefield, the soldiers of Daqian were stunned at first, and then burst into thunderous cheers.

"Old Su is awesome!"

"Long live the Great Qianlong Emperor!"

"We won! We won!"

Qin Hao was riding a horse, covered in blood, but his eyes were red and his voice was choked with sobs.

He raised his spear and roared to the sky, "The Northern Di King is slain! The Great Qian will surely prevail!"

Zhou Huchen knelt on the ground, looked up at the sky and laughed loudly. As he laughed, tears streamed down his face.

Yu Zhongyi gripped his spear, his eyes also brimming with tears. He had followed Su Mu all the way from Qingfeng Village, fighting his way out and transforming from a bandit into a meritorious official of the Great Qian Dynasty.

Zhao Tieniu, holding the Mo Dao (a type of long-handled sword), jumped and hopped around like a child.

The three armies were invigorated, and their morale soared.

Su Mu, carrying Tuoba Feng's head, mounted his horse, and the Akhal-Teke horse raised its head and neighed loudly.

He reined in his horse, slowly turned around amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and returned to Mozhou City!