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

Golden light began to condense in Su Mu's palm, and then he swiftly thrust out a palm strike.

The masked man felt the pressure of the palm strike and roared loudly:

"Oh no—retreat immediately!"

Unfortunately, it's too late, too late.

Su Mu suddenly thrust out a powerful strike with his right palm, "The Dragon Regrets."

A gigantic golden dragon shadow flew out from the palm of his hand, its roar shaking the heavens and its golden light spreading across the ground. With a world-destroying aura, it charged toward the assassins in front of him.

"boom!"

The sealed room trembled violently, the walls cracked, the beams broke, and rubble and wood chips flew everywhere.

The three or four assassins at the forefront were swallowed up by the golden dragon before they could even scream.

Their bodies flew backward, crashing heavily into the wall, spitting blood, and dying on the spot.

The sword in his hand broke into several pieces and scattered all over the ground.

"Shocking for miles around!"

Su Mu thrust out another palm, and two golden dragons flew out simultaneously, one from the left and one from the right, blasting away the five assassins who were flanking from both sides.

Their bodies spun several times in mid-air before crashing into the wall. The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible, and blood splattered onto the wall, a horrifying sight.

Some died on the spot, some were still convulsing, and some were groaning weakly.

The two palm strikes that suddenly appeared stunned everyone around them.

The masked man stared blankly, his eyes beneath the mask flashing with shock.

He could never have imagined that Su Mu possessed such a terrifying palm technique.

The remaining assassins trembled with fear in their hands.

They dared not go any further.

Su Mu snorted coldly: Coward!

"You weren't like this when you arrested my granddaughter."

"Go to hell!"

Su Mu unleashed another palm strike with overwhelming force, blasting the last few assassins away.

With just a few blows, all of the dozen or so Blood-Clad Tower assassins were killed.

The scene of the death was horrific, and the room was stained red with blood.

The room was filled with a strong stench of blood, mixed with the burnt smell of the palm strikes, making it nauseating.

Su Qingxue stood there, her face pale, but she never closed her eyes.

She looked at the corpses, at the blood, at the dark red stain still spreading at her grandfather's feet, her lips pressed tightly together.

Grandpa said that bad people should be killed.

The masked man stood behind the desk, his hand gripping the silver longsword trembling.

His bronze mask was askew, revealing half of his deathly pale face.

His eyes were fixed on Su Mu, on the white-haired, hunched old man, and an unprecedented fear surged in his heart.

"Who exactly are you, and why do you possess such palm techniques...?"

Su Mu looked at him and said coldly:

"And you."

The masked man gritted his teeth, raised his silver longsword, and poured all his life's power into it.

The sword shimmered with silver light, its aura as powerful as a rainbow.

He was the eighth-ranked master of the Blood-Clad Tower, and his Silver Serpent Sword Technique had slain countless powerful enemies.

"Old man, die!"

He roared, and his longsword transformed into a silver lightning bolt, heading straight for Su Mu's chest.

This sword strike was swift as the wind, cunning and ruthless, a culmination of his life's work.

Su Mu did not dodge.

He raised his left hand, golden light condensed in his palm, and struck out with his palm.

"The dragon appears in the field!"

The golden dragon clashed with the sword energy.

The sword energy was as fragile as paper, easily torn apart by the golden dragon, turning into specks of silver light and dissipating.

The golden dragon, its momentum undiminished, slammed into the masked man's chest.

"Bang!"

The masked man's body flew backward like a kite with a broken string, crashing into the wall behind him.

The wall had already been cracked by the force of the previous palm strike, and with this impact, the entire wall collapsed with a roar, burying him beneath the bricks and stones.

The silver longsword clattered to the ground, its shimmering light fading, resembling a dead silver snake.

The masked man struggled to crawl out of the pile of bricks and stones. His bronze mask was mostly broken, revealing a face covered in blood.

His chest was caved in, and he had countless broken ribs. With each breath, blood gushed from the corner of his mouth.

He raised his head and looked at Su Mu, his eyes filled with resentment and fear.

"You...you...you have such a ruthless palm technique!"

Su Mu's lips curled up, and he coldly retorted:

"This is what happens when you mess with my granddaughter."

He lifted his foot and gave it a light kick, sending the silver longsword flying from the ground.

The longsword spun in the air, drawing an arc, and with a "thud," pierced the masked man's chest, pinning him to the crumbling wall behind him.

The masked man's body stiffened abruptly, his eyes widened, and his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but only a "hoarse" sound came out of his throat.

Blood flowed down the blade, dripping onto the bricks and stones with a soft, rhythmic sound.

His head slowly drooped down and never looked up again.

The room was deathly silent.

The ground was littered with corpses, blood, broken swords, and a few candles still burning in the corner.

Xu Zhaowen and Xu Zhaowu stood to the side, trembling all over, their faces as white as paper.

They stared blankly at the corpses strewn across the ground, at the Blood-Clad Tower assassins killed with a single blow, at the masked man pinned to the wall by a longsword, and at the centenarian with flowing white hair, holding his granddaughter's hand, exuding murderous intent.

"This...this isn't a centenarian...this is clearly a grim reaper..."

"Let's run for our lives!"

The two of them took difficult steps, trying to rush out the door.

At that moment, Liu Yuzhou suddenly moved to the front door, blocking their way.

"Trying to escape?"

"No way!"

Xu Zhaowu's legs were no longer under his control, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

He remembered how he had wanted to slap Su Qingxue, how he had said he would sell her to a brothel, and his arrogant and domineering attitude.

Looking back now, those actions were his death knell.

"Su...Su Mu..." Xu Zhaowu's voice was broken, "You...you can't kill us...you can't..."

Su Mu turned around, looked at the two brothers, and revealed a cold smile.

"Why not?"

Xu Zhaowu stammered, "I...we...our father is Xu Shigui...we...we have the Crown Prince...the Prime Minister behind us...if you kill us...they won't let you get away with it..."

Su Mu sneered, his eyes flashing with cold light.

"Xu Shigui? The Crown Prince? The Prime Minister? I don't care who's behind you."

"If you dare to touch my granddaughter, you will all die. Even if the Heavenly King himself came, he couldn't save you."

Upon hearing this, Xu Zhaowen knelt down with a thud and kowtowed repeatedly.

"General Su... General Su... please... spare us."

"We'll never dare to do it again... It was... it was the Crown Prince who ordered us to do it..."

"It was the Prime Minister...it was his idea, we were just following orders...please...spare our lives..."

Xu Zhaowu also kowtowed, his face covered in tears and snot.

"General Su...you are so magnanimous...please forgive us...we will serve you like slaves...we beg you..."

Su Mu lowered his head, looking at these two once arrogant and domineering playboys in the Daqian army camp. Looking at their pitiful and pathetic appearance now, Su Mu felt no pity, only disgust.

Su Mu didn't say much, but instead used the same trick again.

He raised his foot and kicked hard.

He kicked a broken sword from the ground forward.

The broken sword spun in the air, and with a "whoosh" sound like lightning, it pierced Xu Zhaowen's chest, pinning him to the wall behind him.

The sword pierced Xu Zhaowen's heart, and he immediately died.

Xu Zhaowu was terrified when he saw his brother nailed to the wall. He collapsed to the ground, his crotch soaked with sweat.

He was trembling all over and kept muttering to himself.

"You can't kill me...you can't kill me...the Crown Prince won't let you get away with this...the Prime Minister won't let you get away with this..."

Su Mu looked down at him and laughed mockingly.

"I didn't expect you to confess without being asked."

"Fine, then they deserve to die even more."

"After I kill you, I'll go after them."

Su Mu raised his hand and slapped out a heavy palm.

Xu Zhaowu's eyes widened as he desperately tried to shrink back, but his back was already pressed against the wall, leaving him nowhere to retreat.

"No!"

He struck out with his palm.

Xu Zhaowu's body slammed heavily against the wall.

The wall, already teetering on the brink of collapse from the previous palm strike, crumbled upon impact, burying Xu Zhaowu beneath the bricks, stones, and wooden stakes.

He bled from all seven orifices and died a gruesome death.

His internal organs were shattered by the force of the palm strike, and he didn't even have time to scream.

Su Mu withdrew his hand, looking at the pile of ruins, the fierceness in his eyes still undiminished.

"Grandpa, all the bad guys have been killed."

Su Qingxue's words broke the tense atmosphere in the room.

Su Mu turned around and looked down at Su Qingxue.

"Qingxue, are you scared?" Su Mu's voice was hoarse but gentle.

Su Qingxue raised her head and looked into her grandfather's eyes.

In those eyes, there was love, heartache, and a reassuring firmness.

"I'm not afraid." Her voice was still trembling slightly, but she was very serious. "With Grandpa here, Qingxue isn't afraid!"

Su Mu patted her head, his eyes filled with relief.

"Good boy/girl."

"Let's leave here."

He took Su Qingxue's hand and turned to leave.

Liu Yuzhou stood at the doorway, somewhat dazed.

He witnessed the entire process of Su Mu killing someone.

His face was a little pale.

He had seen murder before, but he had never seen murder like this.

A centenarian, holding his granddaughter's hand with one hand, killed all the Blood-Clad Tower assassins with the other.

He had seen Su Mu kill enemies on the battlefield.

But that killing intent was completely different from the killing intent I feel today.

Today's murderous intent is even more terrifying; it represents an inviolable bottom line.

Whoever touches it dies.

Liu Yuzhou swallowed hard, clasped his hands in a fist and asked, "Elder Su, what should we do here?"

Su Mu replied:

"It was burned down."

Liu Yuzhou nodded, drew his longsword, and knocked the oil lamp off the wall with a single stroke.

The lamp oil spilled on the ground, and flames suddenly ignited, spreading along the oil and setting fire to the tables, chairs, curtains, and the corpse.

Flames licked at the walls, thick smoke billowed, and the room turned into a sea of ​​fire.

Su Mu led Su Qingxue through the corridor, across the courtyard gate, and disappeared into the night.

Behind them, flames soared into the sky, illuminating half the sky in crimson.

The entire Wanbao Pawnshop was gradually consumed by flames!