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

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!"

Prince Oden, mounted on his horse, urged those ahead to board the ship while glancing back at the approaching white figure.

His heart was pounding faster than the sound of horses' hooves, and cold sweat had soaked through the inner lining of his armor on his back.

He spurred his horse and charged toward the largest warship.

Once you're on board, once you raise the sails, once you leave these waters...

"General! Get on the ship quickly! The ship is about to..."

Before one of the lieutenants could finish speaking, the ship beneath their feet suddenly shuddered, emitting a dull thud that seemed to come from the bottom of the ship.

"What happened?"

The horse that Prince Oden was riding almost fell off the ship when the ship shook.

The soldiers on the ship panicked. Some of them leaned out to look at the water near the ship's side, and their faces turned deathly pale.

"General! The hull... the hull is taking on water!"

Immediately afterwards, several more muffled cracking sounds came from underwater, as if someone was using an iron chisel to break holes in the bottom of the boat.

Water rushed in through those holes, spreading throughout the cabin, and the waterline rose at a visible speed.

The ship began to tilt, and the soldiers on the deck lost their footing and slid to one side, crowding together.

"There's something underwater! Someone's chiseling at the bottom of our ship!"

A soldier cried out in terror.

Oden-miya's pupils suddenly contracted.

He suddenly turned his head to look at the shore and saw the white-haired old man's lips slightly upturned, revealing a smug smile.

That smile sent a chill down his spine.

"Oh no! We've fallen for their trap!"

Just then, a burst of water erupted from the water outside the main warship.

Ye Qingzhou poked his head out of the water, still clutching an iron chisel and a piece of broken rope in his hand, a sneer on his lips.

He waved towards the direction of Oden Palace from afar, as if saying goodbye to an old friend.

"Hey... how's your ship?"

His voice echoed across the river, carrying a leisurely quality that made one's teeth itch.

"When you report to the Dragon King, remember to tell him how you died!"

"May the grandson of the Eastern Barbarian have a safe journey!"

Hahaha!

On the shore, dozens of heroes from Qianlong Village emerged from the water one after another. Some shook their wet hair, some wiped the water droplets from their faces, and some laughed loudly at the sinking warships.

They floated on the water's surface, like a group of fish playing in the water.

"Hahaha! Run! Let's see where you can run to!"

"The hull is riddled with holes, let's swim back to the Eastern Barbarians!"

"Hey, you there, leader, want me to help you get a piece of driftwood? I'll give you a discount!"

Laughter echoed across the river, harsh and arrogant.

Oden-no-miya's face was ashen, filled with rage and resentment.

He never imagined that his army of 30,000 would suffer such a crushing defeat.

How embarrassing!

At that moment, the warship beneath his feet was sinking rapidly, the water had already overflowed the deck and submerged the hooves of his warhorses.

He strained to see the ships behind him; there were a few smaller boats that hadn't been damaged yet, and he could use them to transfer there by small boat.

"General, dismount and abandon ship immediately!"

Prince Oden immediately dismounted and shouted in all directions:

"Everyone abandon ship... get on the small boats! Quickly!"

As he roared, he flipped over and jumped onto a small boat that was still intact next to him. Several of his personal guards followed suit and rowed frantically toward the large, undamaged ship behind them.

The small boat had sailed a dozen or so feet when Miyako looked back...

Su Mu was standing on the dock, his eyes calmly watching him across the ever-expanding water.

That look made the hairs on his body stand on end.

"Paddle faster! Faster!" he continued to shout hoarsely.

Su Mu did not jump into the water, nor did he chase after it.

He simply stood on the dock, slowly raising his right hand, palm facing up.

He looked at the discarded weapons and broken spears scattered on the dock.

Those were left behind by fleeing soldiers.

With a pull of Su Mu's palm force, a spear that was stuck diagonally next to the corpse trembled violently, then flew into the air and landed in his palm.

The spear came into my hand; its shaft was jet black, its tip gleaming, and it exuded a bloody aura.

Su Mu took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling slightly.

The true energy of the Nine Yang Turtle Breathing Technique circulated within his body, surging towards his arm like boiling spring water.

He gripped the spear with one hand, leaned back slightly, and taut his waist and abdomen like a fully drawn bow!

Then he threw it.

The spear shot through the air with a sharp whistling sound, like a black lightning bolt flashing across the river.

So fast that there's no time to react, so fast that you can't even see a shadow.

Oden-miya seemed to sense the approaching presence of death and instinctively turned his head sharply to look.

At this moment, the spear that Su Mu had thrown was already in front of him.

"puff!"

The spearhead pierced his chest and emerged from his back, drawing out a cloud of blood.

The impact of the spear sent him flying backward off the boat, the shaft embedded in the stern plank, leaving his body hanging in mid-air like a flag.

Otan-miya's eyes widened suddenly as he looked down at the fist-sized bloody hole in his chest. His mouth opened as if to say something, but only a "hoarse" sound came out of his throat.

Blood gushed from his mouth, trickled down his chin, and dripped onto the boat deck, staining the newly arrived river water red.

His body twitched slightly twice, then became completely still, his head drooping limply, his hands hanging down, like a corpse nailed to a cross.

The guards on the small boat were stunned for a moment, then let out a piercing scream.

"General! General Oden!"

"General Oden is dead!"

"Hurry! Hurry! That old man is chasing us!"

The soldiers on the small boat jumped into the water in a panic and swam desperately toward the large ship behind them.

Some were dragged into the water by their companions, while others glanced back in the water at the direction of the white-haired old man, and were so frightened that they swallowed several mouthfuls of water and struggled forward desperately.

On the warships at the rear, the Dongyi soldiers who had managed to escape with great difficulty witnessed the scene of Miyako being nailed to the stern. At first, there was a deathly silence, and then they completely erupted into chaos.

"General Oden...is he dead?"

"He...he was pierced through by that old man's spear!"

"Retreat! Retreat now!"

"Forget about those ships! Let as many as we can get away!"

Several intact large ships hurriedly raised their sails, turned around, and fled in panic downstream along the Nanpan River.

Those who hadn't yet boarded the ship frantically pounded on the gunwale, crying out not to be abandoned, but the people on board dared not stop, fearing that if they did, the white-haired Grim Reaper would catch up with them.

On the river, Oden-no-miya's small boat was still spinning in place, his body pinned to the stern by a spear, swaying gently in the sunlight like a black flag.

Su Mu stood on the dock, watching the frantic ships gradually disappear into the distance, the anger in his eyes slowly dissipating.

He slowly withdrew his hand, then turned and walked towards the closed door.

On the dock, the brothers of Qianlong Village climbed out of the water, soaked to the bone, but their faces were filled with undisguised excitement.

"Old Su! Your spear strike was absolutely accurate!"

"Truly worthy of being called the God of War of the Great Qian Dynasty."

"From that distance, it pierced straight through that guy's heart!"

"Look! That thing is still hanging on the stern of the boat! Hahaha!"

Cheers erupted like waves on the docks, before the gates closed, and on the city walls.

Ye Qingzhou lay on a piece of driftwood on the shore, half of his body still submerged in the water, and gave Su Mu a thumbs up.

Qin Hao knelt on one knee, his voice booming, "Elder Su! I've fought so many battles with you in the Northern Frontier, and this is the most exhilarating one I've ever witnessed!"

Zhao Tieniu, leaning on his long-handled sword, grinned, his face crinkling with wrinkles: "Old Su! Your move is enough to give the Dongyi people nightmares for a year!"

Zhou Shouyi stood on the city wall, his hands supporting him on the battlements, looking at the hunched back of the man on the dock, at the fleeing Dongyi ships in the distance, and at the broken wood and wreckage floating on the water.

His lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a complete sentence: "Three hundred men against thirty thousand... they... they won?"

"We actually won."

The centurion beside him nodded vigorously.

"Yeah, we actually won!"

"General Su alone actually killed their commander!"

"That's unbelievable."

Zhou Shouyi's eyes were red and his voice was hoarse: "This battle... is enough for me to brag about for the rest of my life."

Su Mu looked at Ye Qingzhou and said, "Qingzhou, hurry up and get ashore to return to the pass."

"Qin Hao, take the brothers inside."

"After resting, we need to head to Haizhou City!"