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

Hu Biao spurred his horse and galloped away, twirling his broadsword in his hand, the blade gleaming with a blinding cold light in the sunlight.

As he charged toward Su Mu, he shouted taunts at the top of his lungs, his voice so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire valley.

"Old man, you're almost in your grave, and you're still joining the army? Instead of staying home and taking care of your grandchildren, why are you here to die?"

He looked Su Mu up and down at the Akhal-Teke horse he was riding, his eyes filled with greed.

"Riding a magnificent horse like that is a complete waste! If you know what's good for you, leave the horse behind, and I'll spare your life!"

The bandits behind him joined in the commotion, their laughter rising in waves.

"Second-in-command is right! Old man, leave the horse here and hurry back to hold your grandson!"

"Hahaha! At such an old age, still making a fool of yourself!"

Su Mu rode on his Akhal-Teke horse, listening to the taunts with unwavering composure.

He simply raised his sword, ready to kill the enemy with a single blow.

The distance between the two horses was rapidly decreasing.

Ten zhang (approximately 33 meters).

Five zhang (approximately 10 meters).

Three zhang...

Just as the two were about to meet, the Akhal-Teke horse suddenly neighed, stomped its hooves on the ground, and leaped into the air like a white lightning bolt.

Su Mu gripped the reins tightly, his legs squeezing the horse's belly, his hunched body rising with the leap of the Akhal-Teke horse.

In an instant, a man and a horse flew through the air and landed directly above Hu Biao's head.

Hu Biao raised his head, his pupils constricted, utterly astonished.

The white horse swept over his head, almost completely covering him.

The white-haired old man on horseback looked down at him, his saber raised high, the white light from the blade blinding him.

"This...this Akhal-Teke horse is amazing!"

Hu Biao's voice was filled with a desperate sigh amidst his terror.

On the opposite hillside, You Zhongyi and his strategist Meng Ziyi were also dumbfounded.

You Zhongyi's mouth was agape, unable to close.

Meng Ziyi's folding fan froze in mid-air; he forgot to wave it.

The two looked at each other in bewilderment.

"This...this is the once-in-a-century Akhal-Teke horse?" You Zhongyi muttered to himself!

Before the words were finished...

Su Mu's horse-slaying saber came down.

That strike had no fancy moves, no unnecessary actions.

It's a simple, downward chop, powerful and heavy, like a thunderbolt.

The blade sliced ​​through the air with a sharp whistling sound, like the roar of a tiger descending a mountain.

Hu Biao was terrified and instinctively raised his ghost-head broadsword to block.

The two knives collided in mid-air!

"clang!!!"

A loud bang made the ears of several nearby bandits ring, and some even covered their ears.

Hu Biao felt an overwhelming force coming from the knife. His tiger's mouth split open instantly, and the ghost-headed broadsword was sent flying like a leaf. It tumbled several times in the air and landed on the ground several feet away with a thud.

The momentum of the saber had not diminished, and it slashed diagonally down from Hu Biao's shoulder, all the way to his waist and abdomen.

"puff……"

Blood gushed from the wound like a fountain, splattering all over the ground.

Hu Biao's body split in two, neatly divided in half, and he slid off the horse's back, falling to the ground with a thud, blood flowing freely and his internal organs scattered all over the ground.

The Akhal-Teke horse landed firmly on all fours and snorted.

Su Mu sat on his horse, his saber held horizontally beside him, blood dripping from the blade, a horrifying sight.

Suddenly, the valley fell silent.

More than three hundred bandits seemed to have their necks grabbed at the same time; all the shouts, screams, and clanging of metal disappeared in that instant.

Everyone was staring at the two halves of the body on the ground!

Hu Biao, the second-in-command of Qingfeng Village.

It was actually cleaved in two by a single stroke from a centenarian with white hair and a hunched back.

"The second...second-in-command was killed?"

"One cut? Just one cut?"

"Who is that old man? The second-in-command's martial arts skills are second only to the leader in our stronghold!"

"He cleaved the second-in-command in two with a single strike... Is this old man a human or a ghost?"

The bandits retreated, their eyes filled with fear.

Some people's hands were trembling as they held the knife, some people's legs were so weak that they couldn't stand up, and some people even threw the knife away and ran away.

As You Zhongyi rode his horse, his body swayed involuntarily, as if he had been punched in the chest.

His face was ashen, his lips trembled slightly, and the veins on his hand gripping the spear bulged.

"What's going on?"

"This old man... cleaved Hu Biao in two with a single blow? How could a white-haired old man do that?"

He turned his head and looked at Meng Ziyi.

Meng Ziyi's folding fan fell to the ground, but he was completely unaware of it.

A chill ran down his spine, and cold sweat streamed down his back, soaking his long robe.

At that moment, he finally understood.

Why would Xu Shigui send a centenarian with a cook battalion to escort grain supplies?

It's not that Xu Shigui was stupid.

This old man doesn't need any elite troops at all.

He is the cream of the crop!

"Mr. Meng..." You Zhongyi's voice trembled, "When did such a fierce general appear in the Daqian army? And a white-haired old general at that? How come I've never heard of him before?"

Meng Ziyi swallowed hard, shook his head, and his voice was dry.

"I...I don't know either. As far as I know, the most skilled martial artist in the Daqian army is Qin Hao. I've never heard of anyone else like him..."

The dozen or so mounted bandits around You Zhongyi looked at each other, their eyes filled with fear.

They knew Hu Biao's martial arts skills best.

In the entire Qingfeng Village, apart from the chief You Zhongyi, Hu Biao is the most capable fighter.

Seven or eight ordinary people could not get close to him.

Yet, this very person was cleaved in two by the old man's blade.

They didn't even have a chance to fight back.

"Boss... Boss, what do we do?"

"A bandit asked in a trembling voice."

You Zhongyi gritted his teeth and did not answer.

His eyes were fixed on the white-haired old man, his mind a complete mess.

Just then, Su Mu made a move.

The Akhal-Teke horse strode slowly toward You Zhongyi.

The horses' hooves clattered on the ground, each sound like a blow to the hearts of the bandits.

The dozen or so brothers around You Zhongyi exchanged glances. Although they were terrified, they gritted their teeth, spurred their horses, and charged out, forming a line in front of You Zhongyi to block Su Mu's path.

They were You Zhongyi's confidants, who had followed him through thick and thin for many years.

Fear is fear, but at a time like this, we cannot back down.

"Brothers, let's fight him!"

"Avenge the second-in-command!"

"kill!"

In an instant, more than a dozen horses and more than a dozen knives charged towards Su Mu.

Su Mu rode his Ferghana horse and slowly approached to meet them.

The sword lay horizontally beside him, the blood on its blade still glaringly red.

The first bandit rushed up and slashed at me with his knife.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Mu slashed his saber upwards, knocking the opponent's blade away with a clang. He then swept the blade across the man's neck.

Blood gushed out, and the man fell off his horse.

The second bandit charged from the side, his spear aimed straight at Su Mu's waist and abdomen.

Su Mu sidestepped, slashing horizontally with his saber, cleaving the spear in two. The momentum continued as the blade sliced ​​across the man's chest.

The armor was torn apart like paper, the flesh rolled up, and the person died before even hitting the ground.

The third bandit was so frightened that he reined in his horse and turned to run away.

Su Mu spurred his horse, and the Akhal-Teke horse accelerated rapidly, instantly catching up to the man.

The sword fell, cleaving both man and horse in two.

One cut, one kill.

Every blow was fatal.

In a short while, seven or eight of the dozen or so mounted bandits fell to the ground.

The remaining few were terrified and dared not charge forward again, so they turned their horses around and ran away.

Su Mu did not give chase.

He pulled on the reins, and the Akhal-Teke horse came to a stop.

He sat hunched over on his horse, his saber resting on the ground, his eyes fixed on the road ahead.

You Zhongyi stood there, gripping his spear, his face ashen, his eyes filled with terror.

Su Mu's lips curled up slightly as he asked:

"Do you still want to fight?"

You Zhongyi's hand holding the spear was trembling.

However, he knew very well that if he turned and ran away now, his prestige among his brothers in Qingfeng Village would be completely destroyed.

So he gritted his teeth, gripped his spear tightly, and charged toward Su Mu.

"Old man, don't push your luck!"

"Watch out for your gun!"