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

Yeluqi looked at the white-haired old man wielding a long sword and charging towards him, a cruel smile playing on his lips.

What good is a hundred-year-old man's swordsmanship, no matter how skilled he is?

His age and strength are what they are; he can handle a few soldiers, but if he encounters Yeluqi, one of the top ten warriors of the Northern Di, a true fierce general who has fought countless battles and is strong enough to lift a cauldron, then he is simply courting death.

"You old fool!" Yeluqi sneered, raising his broadsword high, its blade gleaming coldly in the moonlight. "Let this general send you on your way, so you can report to the King of Hell soon and be reborn into a better life!"

He spurred his horse, and the black warhorse neighed loudly, its four hooves raised high, charging towards Su Mu like a black lightning bolt.

The saber slashed down with a whistling sound, its force heavy, as if it would split Su Mu and his horse in two.

Su Mu rode on his Akhal-Teke horse, his eyes as calm as an ancient well.

He looked at the cleaver coming at him, neither dodging nor avoiding it.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber was slowly raised.

The two horses crossed paths.

The two swords clashed!

"clang!!!"

A deafening roar, like a thunderclap, made the eardrums of soldiers within a radius of dozens of feet ache.

Then, something truly terrifying happened.

Yeluqi's heavy horse-slaying sword, which had accompanied him in battle for more than ten years and beheaded countless people, was as brittle as a piece of paper in front of Su Mu's dragon-slaying sword.

The moment the two blades clashed, the horse-slaying saber broke in two, the front half flying into the air, tumbling several times, and crashing to the ground a few feet away with a loud thud.

The momentum of the Dragon-Slaying Saber did not weaken in the slightest.

A visible burst of blade energy erupted from the blade, like an invisible giant hand, slamming heavily into Yeluqi's chest.

"Bang!"

Yeluqi's eight-foot-tall body flew off the horse like a kite with a broken string, tracing an arc in the air before crashing heavily to the ground. He tumbled more than a dozen times, knocking over two Northern Di soldiers before finally stopping.

His black warhorse was also affected by the blade's energy, letting out a mournful neigh. Its massive body crashed to the side, struggled on the ground for a few moments, and could no longer stand up.

Dust flew everywhere, and blood spilled from the corner of Yeluqi's mouth, staining his beard red.

His armor was askew, his hair was disheveled, his chest ached as if he had been hit by a hammer, and he had no feeling in his entire right arm.

He struggled to stand up, but his knees buckled and he knelt down again.

"puff!"

Another mouthful of blood spurted out.

The surrounding Northern Di soldiers were all dumbfounded.

"The...the general? The general was cleaved from his horse with a single blow?"

"Impossible! General Yeluqi is one of the top ten warriors of our Northern Barbarians! How could he... how could he be killed by an old man with a single blow..."

"Did you see that? That old man's sword... it cleaved the general's horse-slaying sword in two with a single strike! That was a precious sword forged from fine iron!"

"It's not just the blade... it's the aura of the blade! That old man's blade possessed aura! One strike sent the man and his horse flying, carrying an impact of a thousand pounds!"

"Is he... is he even human?"

The soldiers looked at each other, their eyes filled with terror.

Several timid individuals were trembling with fear, their knives shaking, and some even instinctively took a few steps back.

That's Yeluzi.

In the Northern Di army, Yeluqi's name was synonymous with bravery.

He could fight continuously on the battlefield for three days and three nights without sleep; he could charge into the enemy ranks alone and kill the enemy's commander; he could take the enemy general's head from among thousands of troops as easily as taking something out of a bag.

Yet this god-like figure was actually cut down from his horse by a single stroke from a white-haired, hunchbacked centenarian.

Just one cut.

He cleaved the horse-slaying sword, sent people flying, overturned horses, and left people spitting blood, in a sorry state.

Yeluqi knelt on one knee, panting heavily. He looked up at Su Mu, who was riding a white horse in the distance with flowing white hair, and fear appeared in his eyes for the first time.

He fought for twenty years and never feared anyone.

But at this moment, he was afraid.

I'm afraid of this old man.

"How...how is this possible..." His voice was hoarse as he muttered to himself, "How could a centenarian have such strength? That strike...that strike must have been at least several thousand pounds strong...how did he do that?"

He lowered his head and glanced at his horse-slaying sword, which had broken in two.

The blade's break was as clean as if it had been cut by a guillotine; it wasn't broken by a shock, but rather cleaved cleanly by that pitch-black blade.

"That sword..." Yeluqi's pupils contracted, and a chill ran down his spine. "What exactly is that sword? It can cleave through a finely crafted iron horse-slaying sword."

He raised his head and stared intently at the long sword with flowing dark gold patterns in Su Mu's hand.

Under the moonlight, the knife seemed alive, emanating an invisible pressure that could be felt even from a distance of several dozen feet.

……

"Hahaha! Old Su is awesome!"

In the crowd, Zhou Huchen raised his arms and shouted, his voice so loud that it could be heard throughout the entire battlefield.

He was riding a horse, covered in blood, but his face was beaming with joy.

"Old Su defeated the Northern Di general with a single strike! Did you all see that? Even the top ten warriors of the Northern Di couldn't withstand a single blow from Old Su!"

He turned around, facing the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty behind him, and raised his spear high.

"Brothers! Elder Su is invincible! We will win this battle! Follow Elder Su and fight!"

"kill!"

The two hundred brothers of the Fire Head Battalion roared in unison, raising their broadswords high, like tigers howling in the mountains.

They watched as their leader cleaved a fierce Northern Di general in two with a single stroke, their hearts burning with a passion fiercer than a torch.

"Old Su is invincible!"

"The cookhouse is invincible!"

"Kill those Northern barbarians!"

Six thousand elite soldiers followed closely behind, their morale soaring, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

Arrows rained down, swords flashed like snow, and horses' hooves thundered.

The soldiers of Daqian surged towards the Northern Di army like a tidal wave, their momentum far stronger than before.

Meanwhile, the morale of the Northern Di had plummeted to rock bottom.

"Protect the general! Quickly, protect the general!"

Several centurions roared and led their personal guards forward, forming a human wall around Yeruchi. Shields were raised, spears pointed outwards, and everyone's face was filled with terror.

"Help the general onto his horse! Retreat immediately!"

"Never mind that, let's get out of here!"

The Northern Di army's defenses completely collapsed.

The general was cleaved off his horse with a single blow, the commander's flag was cut down, the rear guard was scattered, and the front guard was attacked from both sides. How could this battle be fought?

"Retreat! All troops retreat!"

Yeluzi was helped onto a horse and fled north, surrounded by his personal guards.

He lay on his horse, his chest aching terribly, and glanced back at the battlefield.

The white figure, wielding the Dragon-Slaying Saber and riding a Ferghana horse, was chasing after him.

Yeluzi's pupils contracted sharply, and he spurred his horse, galloping away without looking back.

"Protect the general and get out of here first!"

"We'll cover the rear!"

At this moment, hundreds of iron hooves blocked Su Mu's path.

Su Mu was determined to kill him; he would never let this Northern Di general leave alive!