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

Yeluzi was surrounded by people and fled north, with deafening shouts of battle echoing behind him.

He lay sprawled on the horse's back, the excruciating pain in his chest making his breath taste of blood. Only one thought occupied his mind: run! Run as far as possible!

"Stop him! Stop that old man!"

The centurion's roar came from behind, followed by the rapid sound of horses' hooves.

Hundreds of Northern Di cavalry turned their horses around and charged toward Su Mu with gritted teeth.

These soldiers were all Yeruci's personal guards, who had followed him in battle for many years, and their loyalty to their commander outweighed their fear.

"Stop him! Buy the general some time!"

"Brothers, let's fight him!"

Hundreds of swords were raised high, and hundreds of warhorses roared in, raising dust and thundering hooves.

They tried to use sheer numbers to hold off the white-haired grim reaper, even if it was just for a moment longer.

Su Mu looked at the hundreds of iron cavalry charging towards him, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

He snorted coldly, gripped the Dragon Slayer Saber tightly in his withered hand, and without uttering a word, charged out.

"Buzz!"

In an instant, a golden blade of light burst forth from the blade, sweeping across a ten-zhang radius in front of it.

The seven or eight cavalrymen in the front row were cut down along with their horses.

One stab, and more than ten people died.

Su Mu did not stop.

The Akhal-Teke horse charged left and right through the enemy lines, as fast as a white gust of wind.

The Dragon-Slaying Saber danced in his hands, each strike carrying immense power and reaping lives.

A knife.

Another cut.

Another cut.

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

With each strike, several Northern Di cavalrymen fell.

The sharpness of the Dragon-Slaying Saber, combined with his immense strength, made him a force to be reckoned with on this battlefield of cold weapons—a truly devastating blow.

Before long, the remaining Northern Di cavalry completely collapsed.

Hundreds of elite cavalrymen were slaughtered by Su Mu single-handedly with a single sword strike in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea.

Su Mu reined in the reins, raised his head, and looked in the direction Yeluqi had fled.

The black warhorse had already run far away, leaving only a blurry black dot.

"Good horse, let's go!"

The Akhal-Teke horse seemed to understand his words, raised its head and neighed, and galloped northward like an arrow released from a bow.

"Professor Su! Professor Su has gone to chase after Yeruchi alone!"

Zhao Tieniu shouted in the crowd, stamping his feet in frustration.

Gu Changfeng grabbed him, saying, "Don't panic! Old Su has his Ferghana horse; those Northern Di people can't catch him!"

"But……"

"I trust Professor Su!"

Qin Hao, covered in blood, rode on his horse and saw the white figure chasing northward.

His pupils contracted, and he instantly understood Su Mu's intention.

To capture the enemy, first capture their leader. Kill Yeluqi, and the Northern Di army will surely collapse.

"Cavalry battalion, follow me!" Qin Hao spurred his horse, which neighed and charged forward. "Clear the way for Elder Su and block those Northern Di soldiers who try to stop us!"

"kill!"

A thousand Daqian cavalry followed closely behind, their hooves thundering.

Like a long dragon, they tore a gap in the chaotic battlefield, blocking the Northern Di cavalry who were trying to return to their aid.

"Your opponent is me!"

Qin Hao swept his spear horizontally, knocking a Northern Di centurion off his horse.

Behind them, the Daqian cavalry and the Northern Di cavalry were locked in a fierce battle, with swords flashing and blood and flesh flying everywhere.

Yeluqi glanced back, his face deathly pale.

The white figure drew closer and closer.

Even though there were still hundreds of feet to go, the killing intent made him feel suffocated.

"Quick! Run!" Yeluqi whipped the horse's rump like a madman, and the black warhorse, in pain, ran wildly.

The speed of the Khan's bloodhorse is far beyond that of ordinary warhorses.

The distance between the two horses was rapidly decreasing.

"hiss!"

The Akhal-Teke horse reared up and neighed, its four hooves stomping the ground, and its entire body soared into the air.

Like a white lightning bolt, it swept over the heads of several Northern Di cavalrymen and landed steadily ten feet in front of Yeluqi.

Its forelegs touched the ground, kicking up dust.

Yeluzi yanked the reins hard, and the black warhorse reared up, nearly throwing him off.

He gripped the horse's mane tightly to steady himself, his pupils contracting as he looked at the white-haired, blood-soaked old man before him.

"You... how could you..." His voice trembled, his lips quivered, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He couldn't figure it out.

He really couldn't understand it.

A centenarian, with completely white hair, could no longer straighten his back and walked unsteadily.

Such a person should be lying at home waiting to die. How can he kill hundreds of cavalrymen on the battlefield as easily as cutting melons and vegetables?

How could you possibly cleave him, one of the top ten warriors of the Northern Barbarians, off his horse with a single strike?

How could they have chased him all the way here amidst a vast army?

"Who exactly are you?" Yeruchi's voice was hoarse, filled with a dying despair. "You're not human...you're not human..."

Su Mu did not answer.

He simply raised the Dragon Slayer Sword slowly, its tip pointing at Yeruzi.

"Protect the general!"

Yeluqi's dozen or so bodyguards roared in unison and charged forward with their swords drawn.

They knew they were no match for them, but they couldn't back down.

If they retreat, the general will die.

Su Mu's eyes sharpened, and he swept the Dragon Slayer Blade out horizontally.

With the first strike, three guards were sent flying, swords and all.

With the second blow, four more people fell to the ground, blood gushing out.

The third strike, a reverse slash, sent the two tumbling off their horses, their heads no longer on their necks.

In a short while, more than a dozen guards fell into pools of blood.

The last guard had his arm cut off and lay on the ground, convulsing and groaning weakly.

There was no one else around Yeluzi.

He rode alone on his horse, watching the white-haired old man approach step by step.

"You...you can't kill me..."

Yeluqi's voice was filled with fear, all traces of his previous arrogance gone.

"I am the Great General of the Northern Barbarians... If you kill me, the Right Wise King will not let you off..."

Su Mu remained silent.

He raised the Dragon-Slaying Saber above his head.

"No!"

Yeluqi instinctively raised the broken sword in his hand to try to block, but the broken sword was more fragile than a piece of paper in front of the Dragon Slayer Sword.

A flash of light appeared.

"Snap!"

The broken blade shattered, and the Dragon Slayer Sword cleaved down without hindrance, slicing diagonally across Yeruqi's shoulder and neck.

A head flew into the air, and blood spurted more than ten feet high from the neck cavity, drawing a dark red curtain of blood under the moonlight.

Yeluzi's headless corpse swayed twice on the horse's back before falling to the ground with a thud.

The head rolled a few times on the ground and came to rest in front of Su Mu's horse's hooves.

Eyes wide open, mouth slightly agape, the expression on his face frozen in a moment of terror.

Su Mu dismounted and picked up the bloody head.

Bloodstains stained his white hair, and his hunched body stood in the moonlight, holding a hideous head in his hand.

This scene is like a demon emerging from hell.

Su Mu mounted his horse, raised Yeluqi's head high, his eyes swept over the terrified Northern Di soldiers around him, his chest heaving as he took a deep breath.

"Your great general is dead!"

"Who else wants to fight?"

The surrounding Northern Di soldiers were all dumbfounded.

"General Yale... General Yale is dead..."

"The Great General was killed by that old man!"

"Impossible... How could this be... That's Yeluzi..."

"Run! Run faster!"

Fear, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfed the entire Northern Di army.

The soldiers threw down their weapons, turned their horses around, and fled north in a desperate attempt to escape.

Someone fell off their horse and was trampled to death by the hooves of the horses behind them.

Some people knelt on the ground, raising their hands in surrender.

Some people stood frozen in place, trembling all over, and even forgot to run.

"Yeluzzi is dead! The Northern Barbarians have been defeated!"

"Kill them! Let's wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"

The soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty were in high spirits, and their battle cries shook the heavens and the earth.

They pursued the fleeing Northern Di cavalry, hacking, stabbing, and chasing them, scattering the 30,000-strong Northern Di army.

On the battlefield, flames soared into the sky, and corpses littered the ground.

Su Mu, riding his Ferghana horse, his white hair flowing, stood silently amidst the mountains of corpses and seas of blood, holding Yeluqi's head in his hand.

His back was still bent and his waist was still hunched, but at this moment, in the eyes of every soldier of the Great Qian Dynasty, this white-haired centenarian was an unshakable mountain.

"Old Su!"

"Old Su!"

"Old Su!"

It's unclear who was the first to shout it out.

Then, the same name echoed throughout the entire battlefield.

The sound waves roared like mountains and tsunamis, echoing through the night sky.

Su Mu did not respond.

Behind him, the soldiers of the Great Qian Dynasty surged past him like a tide, celebrating their victory.

His plan was to press his advantage and capture Yuzhou City!

For the sake of the Great Qian Dynasty, we shall recover the lost territories!