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

"Who else dares to step forward and fight this old man!"

Su Mu's voice was like muffled thunder, echoing in the empty dock.

Every eye on the battlefield was fixed on him.

The deathly silence within the Dongyi formation lasted for a long time before dissipating.

Oden-miya's fists clenched so tightly they cracked, his face flushed red, and veins throbbed on his forehead. He felt a sense of humiliation, as if he had been slapped in public.

"This is outrageous!"

Oden-no-miya let out a roar.

"How dare he, a centenarian, be so arrogant!"

"I refuse to believe that with my 30,000 troops here, we can't even kill one of them!"

He abruptly turned to his lieutenants and ordered, "All three of you, attack together! Kill him! I want to see how many men he can hold off!"

The three officers named were deputy generals.

The three exchanged glances, and each saw the same thought in the other's eyes.

Miyamoto Yoshimi alone can't beat you, but surely three of them can kill you?

The three of them simultaneously cupped their hands and replied in unison, "As you command!"

Then the three of them spurred their horses and charged out at the same time.

"kill!"

Three horses charged out of the formation at the same time, their hooves clattering rapidly.

Three figures surrounded Su Mu in a fan shape, with a spiked club smashing to the left, a double-edged sword thrusting to the right, and an iron spear aimed straight for the center.

On the city wall, Xiao Zhi Qiu gripped the bricks tightly, his face pale, his heart filled with worry.

"Three people attacking at the same time? Isn't that just ganging up on the few?"

Xiao Yunchuan stared intently at Su Mu, his hand on the hilt of his sword, clearly worried.

"Is Master... alright?"

Hearing their conversation, Wei Honglie specifically reminded them, "General Su said that no one can leave the city without orders, so we can only watch."

"Don't worry, since General Su dared to stand there alone, he must have his reasons."

……

In the center of the battlefield, Su Mu watched the three figures getting closer and closer, and coldly snorted:

"Perfect timing!"

"If we kill all of you vanguard generals, the 30,000 men will be leaderless."

He gripped the Dragon-Slaying Saber tightly, and the Nine Yang Turtle Breathing Technique's true energy began to circulate within his body.

The warm current surged from the dantian, flowing along the meridians into the limbs and bones, like a torrent of molten lava surging within the body.

Power surged forth from his once withered arms like a tidal wave.

Hayashi Masanobu was the first to rush forward, his spiked club whistling as it slammed down on Su Mu's head.

This blow is so powerful that if it lands, it could even dent an iron armor.

Su Mu did not retreat.

His body shifted slightly to the side, and the spiked club grazed his shoulder before crashing to the ground, sending fragments of stone flying.

At the same time, the Dragon-Slaying Saber slashed upwards from below, a flash of light...

"puff--!"

The blade sliced ​​through Hayashi Masanobu's crotch, exiting through his shoulder blade, cleaving him in two.

The body split open to the sides, slid off the horse's back, and hit the ground with a dull thud.

Su Mu's first strike.

That's how one person died.

Naoto Ohno attacked from the right, his double blades crossed like two cold lights, aiming straight for Su Mu's waist and abdomen.

He was incredibly fast and agile; his twin blades gleamed with a ghostly blue light in the sunlight, as if they were coated with poison.

Su Mu swung his blade backhand, the back of the blade striking the intersection of the two blades. With a clang, Naoto Ohno's hand was split open, and the two blades nearly slipped from his grasp.

Before he could change his move, the Dragon Slayer Saber had already slid down his blade, the tip slicing across his throat!

"puff!"

The second blow killed another person.

The body fell from the horse's back, rolled twice on the ground, and then lay still.

Sato Shigehide's pupils contracted.

His katana was still in mid-air, before he could even thrust it out, when his two companions were already dead.

He instinctively turned his horse around, wanting to retreat...

However, Su Mu's knife had already arrived.

For his third strike, Su Mu used the Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain technique from the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Blade.

The blade's energy, like a golden ribbon, swept across Sato Shigehide's waist and abdomen.

His body was severed in the middle. His upper body flew far away while still in the position of turning the horse's head, while his lower body remained on the horse's back, swaying for a couple of moments before finally falling to the ground.

Three knives.

Three Eastern Barbarian generals.

They were all killed.

The dock fell silent once again.

The 30,000-strong Dongyi army seemed to be frozen in place, with not a single one daring to move.

All eyes that were looking toward the battlefield were fixed on Su Mu.

The white-haired old man was still standing there, blood still dripping from the knife, and three gruesome corpses lying haphazardly at his feet.

"Who exactly is this old man?"

"Three slashes...three slashes killed three generals..."

"Miyamoto Yoshi was cleaved in two with a single strike, then Hayashizaki, Ohno, and Sato attacked together, delivering three more blows..."

"Is he even human?!"

Even the warhorses in the front ranks of the Dongyi army seemed to sense fear and involuntarily took a few steps back.

Several horses neighed uneasily, jostling each other and nearly throwing the riders off.

Oden-no-miya was completely dumbfounded.

He watched as his four vanguard officers were all killed by the old man with a single stroke in such a short time.

Hayashi Masanobu, Ohno Naoto, and Sato Shigehide were all formidable generals in the Dongyi army, yet they couldn't even withstand a single move from Su Mu.

"This old man..."

"This is really weird."

Oden-no-miya's voice trembled slightly.

"My generals are all brave and skilled warriors in the Eastern Barbarian lands, how could they... be killed by him with just three blows? Just who is he?"

He turned to look at the other captains behind him, who were also pale-faced, but none of them could answer him.

Everyone lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze.

Zhou Shouyi stood on the city wall, his lips trembling for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"I, Zhou Shouyi, have only just seen the light of day... What is a God of War?"

"This is the God of War."

Chu Tianba stood before the door, watching Su Mu's retreating figure, his voice low yet filled with barely suppressed excitement.

"General Su alone scared the courage out of their 30,000 men."

"What's this called? One man can hold the pass against ten thousand!"

Oden-miya took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down.

He knew he couldn't go on like this.

If this old man continues to kill, all his officers will be wiped out, and the morale of his soldiers will plummet.

At that point, let alone attacking Nanguanjiangkou, even returning alive would be a problem.

He abruptly drew his katana from his waist, pointing the tip at Su Mu, and roared hoarsely, "Three thousand vanguard soldiers, charge! I refuse to believe that, no matter how powerful he is, he can kill all thirty thousand of my men by himself!"

The bugle sounded, and the war drums beat.

Three thousand Dongyi vanguard soldiers shouted in unison and surged towards Su Mu like a tide.

The sound of horses' hooves was like thunder, a dark, overwhelming mass.

Su Mu looked at the surging army, slowly retreated a few steps, and stood before the gate. He dismounted and patted the neck of his Akhal-Teke horse.

"Good horse, step back a bit."

The Akhal-Teke horse snorted and then obediently retreated to the depths of the city gate.

It seemed to know what its owner was about to do!

Su Mu stood before the pass, facing the three thousand Dongyi troops charging towards him, his legs slightly apart, his hands slowly raised.

He activated the Nine Yang Turtle Breathing Technique at full power, his true energy surging like a mighty river from his dantian into his palms. Golden light condensed in his palms, growing brighter and brighter, like two small suns rising in his hands.

His white hair moved without wind, and his robes fluttered in the wind.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

He thrust out both palms forcefully.

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

A massive golden dragon shadow flew out from the palm of his hand, its roar shaking the heavens and spreading golden light across the ground, crashing into the charging formation with a world-destroying momentum.

The first few dozen Dongyi soldiers were swallowed up by the golden dragon, flying seven or eight zhang away with their horses, crashing into the crowd behind them like a boulder hitting the water, creating waves of blood.

"The dragon soars in the sky!"

Su Mu leaped into the air and struck down with both palms, causing two golden dragons to descend from the sky and crash onto the ground.

Two huge gaps were instantly blasted open in the charging formation, with debris flying everywhere, blood and flesh flying in all directions, and screams echoing all around.

"The dragon appears in the field!"

The third palm swept out horizontally, the palm wind like an invisible giant blade, cutting the charging formation in half.

The soldiers in the front row were thrown over, while the soldiers in the back row were pushed forward by their comrades, only to run headfirst into Su Mu's fourth palm strike.

"Shocking for miles around!"

With both palms extended, golden light exploded outwards, resounding like thunder through the crowd.

Shallow craters were blasted into the ground, and rubble and corpses littered the road leading to the pass.

Su Mu stood before the pass, his palms flying, and golden dragons shot out one after another, bombarding the enemy ranks like a barrage of cannon fire.

His white hair fluttered in the golden light, and his figure appeared and disappeared in the smoke and dust, like an ancient war god descending to earth.

The time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

Of the three thousand soldiers, half were killed.

On the blue stone steps of the pass, corpses were piled up like mountains, and blood flowed down the stone steps in streams.

The ground was littered with severed limbs and broken arms, a scene of utter devastation, with burning flags and broken swords and spears scattered among the debris, and thick smoke billowing everywhere.

The remaining Dongyi soldiers finally stopped.

They stared at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood before them, at the old man standing in the center of the pile of corpses, his white hair flowing, his whole body radiating golden light. Their legs trembled, their hands trembled, and they could no longer even hold their knives.

"The devil...he's the devil..."

"He's not human...he's not human..."

"Run!"

Someone shouted first, and the remaining cavalrymen turned their horses around and ran away.

Those behind saw that those in front had run, so they ran after them.

As Miyako rode on his horse, looking at the scene of utter devastation, at the mountains of corpses piled up before the pass, and at the white-haired figure still bathed in golden light, he froze on the spot.

His lips trembled as he tried to order the retreating soldiers to stop, but he found himself unable to utter the words.

"Three...three thousand people...and he killed half of them all by himself?"

"What kind of monster is this old man...?"

A deafening cheer erupted from the city wall.

"General Su is invincible!"

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