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

Su Mu rode on his Ferghana horse, slowly raising the Dragon-Slaying Saber.

The tip of his blade pointed directly at the dark mass of the Eastern Barbarian army ahead, his cloudy old eyes gleaming with a chilling light.

His voice echoed across the dock.

There was a moment of silence on the dock.

Then came a burst of mocking, maniacal laughter!

"Pfft... Hahaha!"

Miyamoto Yoshi was the first to burst out laughing, laughing so hard he almost dropped his iron mace.

He pointed at Su Mu, laughing so hard that tears were almost streaming down his face.

Then he laughed loudly at the soldiers behind him:

"Did you hear that? This old bastard is telling us to come forward and meet our deaths!"

"Hahaha!"

"That old codger who's practically buried in the ground, dares to tell us to come forward and die? Has he lost his mind?"

"I doubt even mounting a horse would be a struggle?"

"Are all the old men in your Daqian Dynasty this confident?"

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!"

The Dongyi soldiers behind him also burst into laughter.

Some people slapped their thighs, some clutched their stomachs, and some laughed so hard they were bent over.

He then mocked the old man in front of him who was oblivious to his own mortality.

"Is this old man tired of living?"

"At such an old age, instead of staying home to wait for death, you've come out to throw your life away?"

"Look at his knife, it's thicker than his waist!"

"Can he even lift and swing the knife? What if he hurts his back before he even raises it?"

"I think he's just using an old man to fill in because the Great Qian Dynasty is out of talent! Hahaha!"

"Old man, are you lost? Hurry back and hold your grandson! This isn't a place for you!"

"Don't say that, what if they really do have some skills? Hahaha!"

One of the lieutenants beside Miyako also laughed, his face trembling with laughter.

"General, what's the deal with this old man?"

"Is the Great Qian Dynasty out of talent? Sending out a centenarian to fight? Isn't that just sending him to his death?"

Another deputy general joined in the commotion.

"Yes, I've fought on the battlefield for so many years, and this is the first time I've ever seen anything like it, hahaha!"

Oden-no-miya did not laugh.

He sat on his horse, his brows furrowed, his gaze fixed on the fortress behind Su Mu, which was covered with flags.

His intuition told him that things weren't that simple.

How could an ordinary centenarian possibly ride such a magnificent white horse?

How could he possibly stand alone in front of an army of 30,000 without showing the slightest fear?

"Miyamoto Yoshi!"

Oden-miya's voice suddenly rose, interrupting all the mockery.

"Quickly finish this! Kill that old man first!"

Miyamoto Yoshi wiped away the tears that had come out of his laughter, his face still showing signs of lingering joy.

"General, rest assured! This humble general will send him on his way immediately! It'll be a good deed for the old man, saving him from making a fool of himself at his age!"

He squeezed the horse's flanks with his legs, and the warhorse neighed and charged forward.

He swung the iron mace in a wide arc, creating a whistling sound, and laughed loudly, his eyes full of mockery and contempt:

"Old man, don't blame me for killing an old man!"

"You can only blame your bad luck for running into me, Lord Miyamoto!"

The sound of horses' hooves was rapid and drum-like, and the iron mace was raised high, like a black dragon ready to devour its prey.

Fifty steps, thirty steps, ten steps...

The iron mace, carrying immense force, slammed down towards Su Mu's head.

Su Mu did not move.

He calmly watched the approaching figure, watched the iron mace fall with a whoosh, his face showing no fear, only a surprising composure.

Just as the iron mace was about to strike his head, Su Mu moved.

He pressed his left hand on the saddle, and his hunched figure, like a leaf caught in the wind, flew into the air.

His white hair spread out in the sunlight.

His body flipped in mid-air, gripping the sword with both hands. The Dragon Slayer Sword was raised high above his head, and the dark gold patterns on the blade suddenly lit up, like a golden dragon awakening.

"What?"

Upon seeing this scene, Miyamoto Yoshi's pupils constricted, utterly astonished.

"What's going on?"

"Can this old man fly?"

His mace missed its mark, and his body leaned slightly forward due to the excessive force he had used.

Before he could stop his momentum, he saw a golden blade of light descending from the sky.

The blade was incredibly fast, carrying an overwhelming pressure as it slashed down at him.

"Oops!"

Miyamoto Yoshimoto instinctively shouted and then raised his iron mace to block.

With his iron mace held horizontally above his head, this was his most confident defensive stance, which had blocked countless heavy blows and had never been broken by anyone.

"clang!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, erupted.

The iron mace split in the middle, breaking into two pieces.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber's blade didn't pause for a moment, like a golden lightning bolt, cleaving through Miyamoto Yoshi's iron armor, his body, and his warhorse from top to bottom...

In an instant, blood splattered.

Miyamoto Yoshi's body split in two and flew to both sides.

The warhorse's carcass crashed to the ground, its entrails and blood mingling and scattered, a horrifying and gruesome sight.

That white-haired old man!

A knife!

The vanguard general of the Eastern Barbarians was cleaved in two, along with his horse!

Su Mu landed smoothly back on his horse.

A few drops of blood stained the white hair, appearing like red pearls in the sunlight.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber pointed diagonally at the ground, and the blood on the blade slowly slid down the edge, dripping onto the stone slab with a soft "plop" sound.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

All the laughter got stuck in my throat.

All the mockery froze on their faces.

Miyamoto Yoshi's two halves of his body lay scattered in a pool of blood, his eyes still open, his face frozen in the terror and disbelief of his last moments.

He never understood how he died.

The Eastern Barbarians' ranks were completely silent.

The 30,000-strong army felt as if they had been choked at the same time, and dared not even breathe loudly.

The deputy general, who had just been laughing maniacally, now had his mouth agape, unable to close it.

His eyes widened in shock.

Another lieutenant's sword clattered to the ground, shattering the deathly silence.

Oden-no-miya's pupils constricted, and he almost fell off his horse.

A chill ran down his back, and cold sweat trickled down his spine.

He saw that stab wound clearly.

With a single slash, man and horse were swept away from top to bottom without any obstruction.

This kind of power and this kind of swordsmanship are no longer within the scope of "martial arts".

"Who is this old man... who is he?"

Oden-miya's voice was hoarse and extremely hurried.

Behind them, the soldiers who had been laughing and joking just moments before were now deathly pale, their hands gripping their swords trembling slightly.

Some people unconsciously took a step back, while others lowered their heads, not daring to look at the white-haired old man again.

On the city wall, Zhou Shouyi and a hundred soldiers witnessed this scene.

They watched as the white-haired, hunched old man soared into the air, cleaved the enemy general in two with a single stroke, splitting him and his horse in two, and then landed steadily, standing there as if nothing had happened.

Their mouths were agape, their minds blank.

After a long while, a voice rang out.

"General Su... General Su... killed that Eastern Barbarian general with a single stroke?"

"Sliced ​​in two, man and horse... with a single stroke? That takes immense strength!"

"My God... Am I seeing things?"

After a moment of silence, thunderous cheers erupted from the city walls.

"General Su is truly awe-inspiring!"

"The Great Qian will surely prevail!"

"God of War! God of War! God of War!"

The sound echoed over the fortress, like a roaring mountain and a tsunami.

The defenders, who were originally filled with fear and unease, were now as energetic as if they had been injected with adrenaline, their eyes red and their arms raised in a shout.

Chu Tianba watched Su Mu's retreating figure, gripped the hilt of his knife tightly, and swallowed hard.

"The legend is true."

"General Su... was a true war god."

Inside the pass, Su Qingxue lay behind the crenellations of the city wall, her small hands covering her eyes as she peered out through her fingers.

She witnessed her grandfather killing the enemy with a single blow. Her face turned pale with fright, but she didn't cry or show any fear.

She bit her lip and muttered softly, "Grandpa... is really amazing."

Xiao Yunchuan stood beside her, his hand on the hilt of his sword, his eyes filled with excitement.

"Master's strike completely terrified those Eastern barbarian bandits."

"If they knew what was good for them, they should have slunk back home."

At this moment, he raised the still-blood-stained Dragon-Slaying Blade, its tip pointing once more in the direction of the Imperial Palace, and coldly said:

"Who else dares to challenge this old man?"