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

The city gate collapsed with a crash, and before the smoke and dust had even cleared, the scene inside the city was already exposed to the sunlight.

The Daqian soldiers behind Su Mu had already charged in.

He was still repeating Su Mu's order: Kill all the Eastern Barbarian bandits, leave no one alive!

The flags of the Eastern Barbarians were still fluttering on the city walls, but below, chaos and turmoil had already broken out.

Ryunosuke stood in the center of the castle tower, staring at the gate that had been blasted open with a single palm strike. His mind went blank and buzzed.

Such a scene was something he had never heard of or seen before.

To break through a city gate with a single palm strike is truly terrifying and outrageous.

However, even so, he will not give up, after all, he still has tens of thousands of troops under his command.

So he tried to calm himself down and stop thinking about what he had just seen.

He shouted to his soldiers:

"All troops, listen to my command! Encircle them from both sides! Block the city gates! Don't let them in!"

The messenger practically tumbled and crawled out, as the bugle sounded urgently.

The Dongyi soldiers inside the city poured out from the streets on both sides, splitting into two groups and pressing towards the city gate from the left and right.

On the Daqian side, Xu Cheng was the first to go forward to greet them.

He drew his gun like a dragon, blocking the left passage, and then shouted to the soldiers behind him:

"Brothers! Follow me! We can't let them block the city gate!"

The soldiers behind him rushed in, swords and shields clashing, shouts of battle echoing through the city's main street.

Qin Hao did not hesitate.

He turned his horse around, flicked his spear, and charged headlong at the group of Dongyi soldiers surging from his right.

"Leave the right side to us!"

You Zhongyi and Gu Changfeng followed closely on his left and right sides, the three of them like a trident, plunging straight into the enemy formation on the right.

Zhao Tieniu, carrying a broadsword, brought up the rear and cleaved down two Dongyi soldiers who were trying to launch a sneak attack from the side.

"Trying to flank us? Your Grandpa Tie Niu is waiting right here!"

Su Mu, riding his Ferghana horse, also launched a charge.

His movements were slow, but with each swing of his sword, several people would fall, and no one could get within three steps of him.

The soldiers behind him surged into the city gate like a tide, brandishing their swords and spears, forcing the Dongyi soldiers to retreat step by step.

On the city wall, Ryunosuke looked down at the rapidly tilting battlefield below, utterly shocked.

He saw Xu Cheng!

The old general who had been knocked off his horse by his subordinate, Otomo Tetsumu, was now like a different person, his spear moving like a dragon, taking down several men in succession.

What surprised him even more was the several Daqian soldiers blocking his right side.

They were all brave and fierce.

"These people...were they all brought by Su Mu from the Northern Territory?"

"Each of them could take on a hundred men..."

His gaze passed over the layers of figures and landed on the figure riding a white warhorse.

Su Mu was carrying a knife, riding a horse, and slaughtering his way through the crowd.

Wherever they went, no one stood.

"The Great Qian War God... truly lives up to his name."

Ryunosuke murmured.

"But I haven't lost yet."

He took a deep breath, drew his katana from his waist, and pointed the tip at the battlefield below the city: "Order the entire army to counterattack! Anyone who dares to retreat will be executed!"

The order was passed down through the ranks, and the Dongyi soldiers gritted their teeth and pressed forward again.

The two sides clashed fiercely in the streets near the city gate, with swords and spears clashing and blood and flesh flying everywhere, and shouts of battle echoing back and forth above the city walls.

On another main street in the city, Shiro Tou from the village was leading a group of soldiers in a head-on confrontation with the Daqian generals.

He held the water-splitting dagger in his hand, his figure flickering through the crowd, each strike precise and deadly.

Three Daqian soldiers had just rushed past him when he stabbed them in the throat, not even giving them a chance to scream.

The soldiers behind him followed closely, blocking the alley entrance and preventing the Daqian army from breaking in from the side.

"It's blocked! We can't let them get around here!"

Murakami wiped the blood from his face, his voice booming.

At this time, Su Mu set his sights on Hai Dou in the village.

However, he did not take action himself, but instead looked at his disciple Xiao Yunchuan, who was holding a long sword and fighting bravely against the enemy.

He knew that the time had come for Xiao Yunchuan to establish his prestige and achieve merit in the army.

So he shouted at Xiao Yunchuan, "Xiao Yunchuan, I order you to go and kill that Eastern Yi general and bring his head to me."

Upon hearing this, Xiao Yunchuan turned his head and saw that the village's Hai Dou was brandishing his weapon and slaughtering many Daqian soldiers.

Then, he looked at Su Mu excitedly, cupped his hands in greeting, and said, "Disciple obeys."

Before he finished speaking, he leaped into the air, kicked the stone wall on his right, and somersaulted over it several times, appearing directly in front of the village's Haidou.

"Damn you, you big-time dog! Come on, let me kill you all I want!"

Murakami Kaito was also in a bloodthirsty frenzy, roaring loudly.

Just as he was about to strike again, a figure leaped out from the crowd and landed in front of him.

He was a young man dressed in an ordinary soldier's uniform, tall and slender, holding a long sword in his hand, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight.

His face still retained some of the innocence of a young boy, but his eyes held a composure and confidence beyond his years.

The soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty around them were stunned when they saw this young man standing alone in front of the village's Hai Dou.

They had no idea about the background of the young man in front of them.

Then someone shouted urgently, "Young man! Don't be reckless! That's a general from the Eastern Barbarians; you can't stop him!"

"Retreat quickly! Let General Su or General Qin deal with him!"

"Or come with us! Don't go to your death alone!"

Xiao Yunchuan neither turned back nor retreated.

He held his longsword horizontally in front of him, the tip slightly lowered, and lightly ground his toes on the brick ground, assuming a starting stance that allowed him to both attack and defend.

Then he addressed the surrounding Daqian soldiers:

"Gentlemen..."

"Leave this guy to me."

Murakami Kaito looked at him, first frowning, then scoffing, "A mere inexperienced soldier dares to talk back to this general? He's asking for death!"

Xiao Yunchuan did not answer.

His toes had already moved, and his body slid two steps along the ground like a loosened arrow. His longsword slashed upwards from below, the tip of the sword making a crisp sound as it cut through the air, heading straight for the throat of the village's Haidou.

Murakami Kaito's smile instantly turned serious.

He instinctively dodged to the side, the longsword grazing his chin and severing several strands of his beard.

Before he could regain his footing, Xiao Yunchuan's second sword had already arrived.

The diagonal slash turned into a horizontal cut, slicing towards his waist and abdomen from a tricky angle.

Villager Haidou had no choice but to take a step back, using his Water-Splitting Spear to block. The two weapons collided with a crisp sound.

"Such a fast sword..."

An overwhelming sense of astonishment flashed across Murakami Kaito's eyes.

The young man in front of him, dressed in a soldier's uniform, drew his sword at a speed and angle that far exceeded his expectations.

Each sword strike seemed to have been pre-calculated to land on his next target, leaving him no chance to retaliate.

Xiao Yunchuan gave him no chance to catch his breath.

The essence of the Dugu Nine Swords lies in "no moves are better than moves". Each sword is aimed at the opponent's weakness. There is no need for a fixed routine. You only need to see through the opponent's weakness in the instant of the battle.

As the fight progressed, his swordplay became faster and more cunning.

Murakami Kaito's Water-Splitting Thrust was originally good at close-quarters combat, but in front of Xiao Yunchuan, it was as if his hands and feet were bound by an invisible thread. Every move he made was precisely intercepted, and every change of move was sealed off in advance.

The Daqian soldiers surrounding them were dumbfounded.

They were about to rush forward to help, but at this moment they all stopped in their tracks, their eyes fixed on the two figures locked in combat in the middle of the street.

"This young man... is he really just an ordinary soldier?"

"This swordsmanship... I doubt even General Xu possesses such speed!"

"Who exactly is he?"

Murakami Tomo's breathing was erratic.

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and a hint of panic appeared in his eyes.

He discovered that he couldn't even block the young man's sword.

The opponent's swordsmanship was unpredictable and fast, so fast that it was as if you could see his next move. Every time you parried, it felt like you were being led around, and you completely lost the initiative.

Xiao Yunchuan's swordsmanship suddenly changed, and the sword-breaking style of the Dugu Nine Swords was transformed into the saber-breaking style, with the sword tip slanting upwards from below.

Villager instinctively parried, but the sword cleaved the handle of the Split Water Thorn, leaving him wide open.

Xiao Yunchuan's sword made a slight arc in the air, the tip of the sword like a silver fish, and slipped into the gap in the village's defenses!

In an instant, a flash of sword light appeared.

Murakami Kaito's movements suddenly stopped, and a thin red line appeared on his throat.

His eyes widened like saucers, his mouth gaped open, and he stood frozen in place.

Subsequently, the blood line at Murakami Tou's throat slowly expanded, turning into a thin stream that flowed down his neck and soaked his collar.

His body froze in place for a moment, then slowly leaned back.

Just as he was about to hit the ground, Xiao Yunchuan thrust out his sword again, severing Murakami Kaito's head.

"Take your head and go see your master."

He bent down, cut off the head of the village's Haidou, and held it in his hand.

The soldiers watching made way for him without prior arrangement, their eyes filled with shock.

"Is this young man... really just an ordinary soldier like us?"

"His skills are probably even more formidable than some generals..."

"Just who is this young man?"