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

The sound of arrows piercing the air still echoed in his ears when the scarred soldier's corpse fell at Su Mu's feet, blood pooling on the ground.

Su Mu, hunched over, hid behind the bronze cauldron at the village entrance, his withered hands gripping his cane tightly.

He didn't panic; at this moment, he had to remain calm.

He squinted and peered out through the gaps in the cauldron.

Observe the battlefield situation...

Centurion Han Bao reacted quickly.

He pulled hard on the reins, mounted his horse, drew his long sword, and charged towards the woods.

"Whoosh!"

Just a few meters away, a long arrow shot out from the woods.

It was swift and ruthless, aimed straight for Han Bao's chest.

"clang!"

The arrow struck the iron armor, producing a sharp, metallic clang.

The broken arrowhead pierced through the armor plate and plunged into Han Bao's chest.

Blood immediately seeped from under the nail, staining half of the garment red.

Han Bao grunted, rolled off his horse, and hid behind a dirt embankment by the roadside.

As soon as he stood firm, three Northern Di soldiers, brandishing broadswords, charged out of the woods and rushed at him with howls.

Ignoring the excruciating pain in his chest, Han Bao gritted his teeth and raised his knife to meet the attack.

The blade flashed and sparks flew.

Several people were fighting each other!

Su Mu did not move.

He crouched behind the bronze cauldron, his full head of white hair trembling slightly in the wind, his hunched back pressed against the cool cauldron, his eyes constantly scanning his surroundings.

He was observing.

When encountering an enemy, observe first, and plan carefully before acting.

Northern Di soldiers poured out of the woods in an endless stream.

One, two, ten, twenty...

Su Mu counted silently in his heart, and the more he counted, the heavier his heart became.

At least one hundred people.

On Han Bao's side, including himself, there were only thirty soldiers in total.

Two of them were shot down in the first volley of arrows, lying motionless on the ground, their fate unknown.

Thirty against one hundred, there's no chance of winning.

Su Mu's gaze swept across the chaotic battlefield and toward the village.

Clearly, the villagers were unaware that death was already at their doorstep.

He knew all too well what kind of people the Northern Barbarians were.

Murder, arson, rape, plunder, leaving nothing but desolation.

Once these Northern Di people have killed all the government soldiers, their next target will be the village.

Qingxue is still waiting for him at home...

"Qingxue must be taken away."

He looked around and spotted a path to the right of the bronze cauldron.

That road goes through a grove of trees and leads around to the back of the village.

Han Bao and the Northern Di people were engaged in a fierce battle, and no one noticed the old man squatting behind the cauldron.

Su Mu bent over, keeping close to the ground, and moved step by step to the right.

His movements were slow.

At 100 years old, the bones are like rusted hinges, making every step difficult.

After a while, he finally moved to the back of the big tree on the right side of the bronze cauldron.

Just as he was about to continue walking forward, a tall, dark figure blocked his path.

Su Mu slowly raised his head.

Standing before me was a burly man over seven feet tall, broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, with a face full of scars and eyes gleaming with ferocity.

He was wearing tattered leather armor and carrying a chipped broadsword stained with fresh blood.

The distance between the two was less than three steps.

The burly man lowered his head, looked at the thin, hunched old man in front of him, and slowly grinned, revealing a cruel smile.

Without saying a word, he raised his broadsword and started slashing.

The blade whistled down, heading straight for Su Mu's forehead.

This strike was swift and ruthless, showing absolutely no mercy just because the victim was a centenarian.

Su Mu's pupils suddenly contracted.

The twenty-year-old's brain was racing at that moment.

Hide? It's too late.

His old bones are too weak to keep up with his reactions.

Block? He only has a broken cane; touching it would be suicide.

His withered hand suddenly grabbed the ground and touched a stone the size of a fist.

The stone was cold and sharp-edged.

Without hesitation, Su Mu used all his strength to smash the stone toward the burly man's face!

This smash carried the force of a thousand pounds.

"Bang!"

The stone struck the burly man squarely on the forehead.

The sound was like a hammer striking raw cowhide, dull, heavy, and with a crisp cracking sound like bones breaking.

The burly man's eyes widened instantly, his mouth gaped open, and the broadsword in his hand clattered to the ground.

A fist-sized dent was swollen into his forehead, and blood and brain matter gushed out together.

He didn't even have time to let out a scream before his body collapsed like a wall, raising a cloud of dust.

Instant death!

Su Mu looked down at the corpse, his withered hands still trembling slightly.

"You old bastard! You're asking for it!" A furious roar came from the side.

Another Northern Di soldier witnessed the entire process of his comrade being crushed to death. He was stunned at first, then flew into a rage.

He brandished his broadsword and charged at Su Mu, cursing in the Northern Barbarian language, his eyes bloodshot.

Su Mu made a firm decision:

"Since that's the case, this old man will fight you beasts to the death!"

He threw away his cane and bent down to pick up the broadsword from the ground.

The moment his withered fingers gripped the knife handle, a strange power surged from his palm into his body.

That force was like molten lava, surging upwards along the meridians and flowing into the arms, shoulders, chest, and brain.

He felt as if someone had pushed his hunched back from behind, and he involuntarily straightened it a little.

Although he still looks like a hunched-over centenarian, the hand holding the knife is as steady as if it were made of iron.

He knew that this was the effect of fusing the fully upgraded Five Tigers Severing Gate Blade.

He raised his head and looked at the Northern Di soldier who was charging towards him.

This look no longer conveys the confusion and bewilderment of an old man in his twilight years.

Rather, it was the murderous gaze of a swordsman.

The Northern Di soldiers rushed forward, raising their broadswords high and slashing down at him.

In an instant, Su Mu's body moved.

A flash of light.

"puff--"

A head flew into the air, and blood spurted more than ten feet high from the neck cavity, like a red fountain.

The headless corpse of the Northern Di soldier lunged forward two more steps before collapsing to the ground with a thud.

Blood splattered all over Su Mu's face.

Warm, sweet-smelling blood with a metallic rusty smell flowed down his wrinkles, dripping onto his white hair and his tattered robes.

He stood there, hunched over, holding a blood-dripping broadsword in his hand. His face was covered in blood, contrasting with his full head of white hair, making him look like an angry Vajra emerging from a battlefield of carnage.

The memory of that scene from five years ago flooded my mind.

The son was slashed to the ground by the Northern Di people's sword, and the daughter-in-law threw herself on top of her son, but was also stabbed through by a sword.

The couple's blood was spilled all over the ground.

Qingxue was only seven years old. She knelt on the ground and cried her heart out. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't pull her up.

Su Mu's eyes reddened.

Five years of pent-up anger, which had nowhere to go and was about to break his old bones, erupted at this moment!

"kill!"

He opened his mouth, and a low growl burst forth from his hunched chest.

The sound was like the roar of a senile tiger.

Su Mu gripped his broadsword, took a step forward, and charged towards the dozen or so Northern Di soldiers in front of him.

His knife was as fast as lightning and as fierce as a tiger.

The Northern Di soldiers were hacking and slashing at several Daqian soldiers when they heard a commotion behind them. They turned around and saw...

It turned out to be an old man with a full head of white hair, blood on his face, and a hunched back, who was charging towards them with a knife in hand.

They were taken aback at first, then they laughed.

"Has this old man gone mad?"

"Let him come, I'll send him on his way with one stroke!"

A Northern Di soldier stepped forward, blocking Su Mu's path, holding up his broadsword with a face full of disdain.

In his eyes, an old man who can't even walk steadily is no different from an old sheep waiting to be slaughtered.

Su Mu rushed up to him.

A flash of light!

The first move of the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber Technique: Fierce Tiger Descending the Mountain!

That strike was swift and heavy, carrying the force of a thousand pounds, slashing down diagonally.

The Northern Di soldiers raised their swords to parry.

"clang!"

The two swords clashed, sparks flying everywhere.

The Northern Di soldiers felt an overwhelming force coming from the blade, their tiger's mouths instantly splitting open, and the broadsword flew out of their hands.

He looked down and saw that his chest had been split open diagonally from his shoulder to his waist, with a gash more than a foot long, exposing his bones and internal organs.

He collapsed before he could even feel the pain.

One fatal blow.

The smiles on the faces of the remaining Northern Di soldiers froze.

They looked at the hunched old man, at his still-dripping knife, and at the body on the ground, cleaved in two!

His eyes went from disdain to shock.

"What...what's going on with this old man?"

"Attack him together! Kill him!"

Without further hesitation, a dozen or so Northern Di soldiers rushed forward, wielding broadswords, spears, and scimitars, all aimed at Su Mu.

Su Mu did not retreat.

He hunched over, weaving through the crowd.

When he wielded the Five Tigers Severing the Gate Saber Technique, it was powerful and deadly, with every strike potentially fatal.

With a single sweeping stroke, he severed a leg.

With a single, diagonal slash, he split open a chest.

A single, sharp thrust pierced his throat.

His movements were not fast, and even somewhat clumsy.

At 100 years old, the body can no longer move and leap like those of young people; every turn appears stiff and strenuous.

But his knife strikes were always precise, each strike aimed directly at the vital points.

That's not the kind of swordsmanship a young person uses; it relies on speed and explosive power.

That was an old knife, its strength lay in its precision and ruthlessness.

It's like a killing technique honed over decades.

"Brother Leopard! You...look over there!"

A Daqian soldier, who had been forced to stand under a large tree, suddenly pointed in Su Mu's direction, his voice changing into a different tone.

Han Bao slashed down the enemy in front of him with a single blow, panting heavily, and looked in the direction the soldier was pointing...

He was stunned.

The centenarian who had just been lifting the tripod at the village entrance was now hunched over, reaping lives one by one amidst the attacks of more than a dozen Northern Di soldiers.

His hair was white, his face was covered in blood, and he was thin, but the knife he held was like the scythe of death.

With each strike, someone will fall.

"This...this old man..." Han Bao nearly dropped his knife, his eyes wide as saucers. "Who exactly is he?"

At this moment, the entire Northern Di army, which had been hiding in the woods, poured out.

A dozen or so cavalrymen took the lead!

Heading straight for Su Mu!