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

"Charge! Charge with Old Su!"

Zhou Huchen, mounted on his horse, raised his spear high and roared furiously.

His voice was booming, like streams of hot blood gushing from his chest, making his whole body feel hot.

Behind them, six thousand elite soldiers surged forward like a tide, their hoofbeats shaking the heavens and the earth as they charged down the mountain road to the north.

At the very front of the line, the white figure was faster than anyone else.

The Akhal-Teke horse galloped wildly, its mane fluttering in the night wind like a white battle flag.

Su Mu rode on horseback, his body hunched over, his white hair blowing backward in the wind.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber lay horizontally in his hand, its heavy killing intent pressing down on people until they could hardly breathe.

Behind him, two hundred cooks gripped their broadswords, lined up in a row, following closely behind.

In an instant, the team of two hundred people ran with the momentum of tens of thousands.

The sound of horses' hooves thundered, the shouts of battle were like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, and the light of torches pierced the night sky of the Northern Di army.

"What is that?"

In the rear of the Northern Di army, a centurion suddenly turned around and saw the fire dragon emerging from the darkness; his pupils constricted.

"Reinforcements from the Great Qian! Reinforcements from the Great Qian!"

"How is this possible! How did they suddenly appear here?"

"Who...who is that? The one riding the white horse is actually an old man?"

"White hair...white horse...it's that person! The old man who killed General Chi Lie!"

Faced with such a sudden turn of events, the Northern Di soldiers looked at each other in bewilderment, their hands trembling as they gripped their swords, their warhorses neighing anxiously, and their formation began to falter.

"Whoosh!"

A rocket streaked across the night sky and landed on the banner of the Northern Di army. With a loud "boom," flames shot up more than ten feet high.

"kill!"

Su Mu took the lead, his Akhal-Teke horse like a white lightning bolt, crashing directly into the rear of the Northern Di army.

His figure left a glaring white trail in the black sea of ​​armor.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber was drawn for the first time.

"Buzz!"

The blade trembled and emitted a clear, melodious dragon's roar.

Su Mu gripped the knife with both hands, his withered fingers clenching the handle tightly, veins bulging.

He took a deep breath, his hunched back tensed abruptly, and the Dragon Slayer Blade slashed out horizontally.

A flash of light.

The moment the Dragon-Slaying Saber was unleashed, a terrifying, unstoppable aura surged from its blade.

That was an invisible blade that emerged from the combination of the sharpness of the treasured sword itself and Su Mu's immense strength.

The blade swept across like a whirlwind through a wheat field, and wherever it passed, the Northern Di cavalrymen and their horses fell to the ground.

"Pfft...pfft, pfft..."

More than a dozen heads flew into the air, and more than a dozen jets of blood gushed out, forming a dark red blood mist under the moonlight.

The neighing of warhorses, the screams of soldiers, and the sound of armor shattering mingled together.

Su Mu did not stop.

The Akhal-Teke horse neighed, raised its front hooves high, and crushed the chest of a Northern Di centurion.

Su Mu swung his sword backhand, the Dragon Slayer Saber slashing diagonally upwards, the blade's energy piercing the air, cleaving three charging cavalrymen in half at the waist.

His upper body was still flying in the air, but his lower body had already fallen from the horse, with blood and internal organs splattered all over the ground.

A knife.

He killed more than a dozen people.

With the Dragon-Slaying Saber's enhancement, the Five Tigers Severing Gate Saber Technique became extremely fierce and powerful.

Chop, slash, sweep, and thrust—each strike is deadly, each strike draws blood.

Su Mu rode on his Akhal-Teke horse, his white hair flowing, his body covered in blood.

His waist was still bent, his back was still hunched, and he still looked like that centenarian who would sway in the wind.

But in his withered hands, the Dragon-Slaying Saber was like the scythe in the hand of Death, reaping lives with every swing.

A white horse with black blood, an old man with white hair and a crimson knife.

To the Northern Di soldiers, this scene was more terrifying than any nightmare.

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

"A devil! That's a devil!"

The northern barbarian cavalry in the front row began to retreat, while those in the back row continued to surge forward. The two streams collided and trampled each other.

Two hundred cooks followed closely behind Su Mu, like a sharp dagger piercing straight into the heart of the Northern Di army.

Zhao Dazui wielded his broadsword with incredible speed, cutting down one enemy with each strike.

Zhao Tieniu possessed immense strength; he smashed a shield with a single blow.

Gu Changfeng was calm and collected, and he specifically targeted enemy leaders.

Six thousand elite soldiers followed, with swordsmen and shieldmen in front, spearmen behind, and archers firing arrows from both sides. Their formation was impeccable, and their morale was high.

Under the barrage of arrows, the Northern Di cavalry fell in droves.

With Qin Hao leading his remaining troops in a desperate counterattack from the front and Su Mu leading his elite troops in a fierce attack from the rear, the 30,000-strong Northern Di army was unable to support each other and was thrown into chaos.

"General! The rear guard has been broken up!"

"General! General Chi Lie's enemy has arrived! That old man is coming to kill us!"

"General! The brothers can't hold on!"

Yeluqi's temples throbbed, and veins bulged on his forehead.

He turned around abruptly, and the white figure was reflected in his pupils.

White hair, white horse, long sword—wherever he went, the Northern Di cavalry fell like straw.

There was no fear in his eyes, only long-suppressed excitement.

"Perfect timing!"

Yeluqi pulled on the reins, and the black warhorse neighed loudly, its front hooves raised high.

He turned around and roared at his personal guards, "Sound the horn! Gather five thousand cavalry and come with me to meet that old man!"

The sound of bugles rang out among the Northern Di army, urgent and deep.

Five thousand Northern Di cavalrymen rallied from the chaos and followed Yeluqi like a black torrent, surging towards Su Mu's direction.

The distance between the two armies is rapidly shrinking.

Yeluqi rode on a black steed, a dagger slung over his shoulder, his eyes fixed on the white-haired old man.

The more he looked, the more excited he became, and the more incredible it seemed.

How could such a hunched-over old man, who looked like he might die at any moment, kill Chi Lie and turn the rear of his 30,000-strong army upside down?

"Old man!"

Yeluqi reined in his horse and stopped a dozen feet away from Su Mu. He pointed his saber and made a sound as loud as thunder.

"Are you a good fighter?"

His mouth stretched to his ears, and his eyes were full of contempt.

"What good is being able to fight? Serving in the army and fighting is for young people! How old are you? A hundred years old, right? Half your body is already in the grave, what are you doing on the battlefield?"

Su Mu reined in his Akhal-Teke horse, staring intently at Yeluqi, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"clamor?"

His voice was soft and hoarse, yet it reached everyone's ears clearly.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber was slowly raised, its tip pointing at Yeluqi.

The dark gold patterns on the blade swirled in the moonlight, like a sleeping dragon opening its eyes.

"Take this old man's knife!"

The Akhal-Teke horse reared up on its forelegs, its neighing tearing through the night sky.

Su Mu's hunched body suddenly straightened up.

In that instant, his full head of white hair shone like a silver battle flag under the moonlight, and with the Dragon Slayer Blade in hand, his killing intent soared to the heavens.

A white lightning bolt ripped through the darkness, hurtling straight towards Yeruzi.

Zhou Huchen was stunned by Su Mu's actions.

"Exclaimed in surprise, 'Is Elder Su trying to capture the leader first?'"

"Charge! Cover for Old Su!"