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

"Old...old man, spare my life!"

The deputy general, with a sword held to his neck, looked pained, shocked, and terrified.

He had spent half his life on the battlefield and never imagined that he would die at the hands of such a centenarian.

What surprised him even more was that this frail old man possessed such superhuman strength, capable of overturning him and his warhorse with just his bare hands.

Looking at the Northern Di soldiers begging for mercy, Su Mu's anger intensified.

"Where did your arrogance go?"

"Didn't you keep saying you'd trample me to death with your horses' hooves?"

"Why are you kneeling and begging for mercy now?"

With a little force, Su Mu's saber slashed a bloody gash across the deputy general's neck.

Fresh blood flowed down his neck.

The lieutenant tried to struggle, but found that the warhorse on his back had pinned him down, making it impossible for him to turn over.

Even if we turn things around, so what?

With a little force, the sword on his neck could separate his head from his body.

Now, he has no choice but to beg for mercy.

"Old man, it's...it's my fault for being blind and not recognizing your great strength."

"Please, be magnanimous and spare my life."

Upon hearing this, Su Mu sneered, "Spare your life?"

"When you Northern Barbarians burned, killed, and looted on our Great Qian land, did you ever think of sparing the lives of those poor, suffering people?"

"Beg for mercy! Go beg the King of Hell!"

After saying that, he raised his knife and beheaded the lieutenant.

Then, he kicked the head of the Northern Di soldiers surrounding him.

"Come on, avenge your general! I await you."

Su Mu raised his saber and pointed it at the Northern Di soldiers in front of him.

The blood on the blade was still dripping.

The old man had just overturned the warhorse, and now he had beheaded the deputy general with a single stroke. This series of actions left the Northern Di soldiers dumbfounded.

They had never seen anything like it before.

The centenarian struggled to even wield a knife, yet he was able to kill their army's capable and valiant deputy general!

This seems like a fantasy!

The Northern Di soldiers retreated one after another, none daring to take another step forward.

……

In the woods.

The two sisters, who were tied up, took a long time to recover from the shock they had just experienced.

"This old man, at such an advanced age, can still overturn a warhorse with his bare hands and kill a Northern Barbarian captain!"

"This strength is terrifying."

"I never expected that such a master would be hidden in this remote little village."

"In your youth, you must have been a very influential figure, right?"

The younger sister, who had just been disappointed in the white-haired old man, sighed from the bottom of her heart.

After hearing this, the older sister smiled.

It was as if it were saying, "I knew all along that this old man was no ordinary person!"

As for the Northern Di general, his pupils were constricted, and his eyes were still filled with shock.

The scene of the old man overturning the warhorse with his bare hands was still in my mind.

That's incredible.

"What's wrong with that damn old man?"

He knew very well that his deputy general had followed him in battle for more than ten years, and was a first-rate fighter in terms of both martial prowess and combat experience.

How did I end up dying at the hands of this old man?

"Old man, I don't care who you are. Today you killed dozens of my soldiers and even beheaded one of my lieutenants. If I don't kill you, how am I supposed to lead troops into battle from now on?"

"drive!"

With that, the general rode his warhorse, striding proudly and confidently toward the battlefield.

"Old man, you killed my deputy general, today I will kill you."

The general's voice was incredibly deep and powerful.

When the Northern Di soldiers saw their general personally leading the troops, their hearts were filled with fervent passion.

In their eyes, the general's strength was far superior to that of the deputy general.

With the general personally taking action, this old man is surely doomed.

Because on the battlefield, brute force alone is not enough to win a battle; combat experience and physical strength are also essential.

The old man, dressed in coarse cloth, was clearly a villager from this village, given his age.

The general was in his prime, and his physical strength naturally far surpassed that of the centenarian.

Su Mu was aware of this as well.

If he continues to fight them like this, his physical strength will be greatly depleted, and he will eventually die under the general's sword.

Therefore, when facing a general, one must kill him with a single blow.

Then, the strongest strike of the Five Tigers Severing Gate Blade appeared in his mind.

Five Tigers Sever the Gate!

Just then, the general dismounted, drew his long sword from his waist, and walked towards Su Mu.

Today, he is determined to kill Su Mu in order to establish his military prestige!

Seeing his opponent dismount, Su Mu's lips curled up, because this increased his chances of winning.

"General, you are mighty!"

"The general will surely win!"

The Northern Di soldiers raised their arms and shouted, cheering for their general.

The general gripped his long sword tightly, strode forward, and charged towards Su Mu with menacing momentum.

Su Mu took a deep breath, gripped his saber tightly, and resolved to kill with a single blow. Then he strode forward to attack his opponent.

Seeing the two fighting to the death, everyone held their breath and watched intently.

The two sisters clenched their fists, their hearts pounding with anxiety:

"Grandpa, you have to win!"

In the blink of an eye, the two figures crossed paths, and a flash of blades appeared.

Su Mu knelt on one knee and passed by the general.

As for the general, he stood tall, holding his sword in both hands.

The battlefield was deathly silent!

Who wins?

Who lost?

"Pfft!"

Suddenly, the standing general coughed up a mouthful of blood.

She turned her head slightly to look at Su Mu, her eyes filled with despair.

"What a...what a vicious knife!"

As soon as he finished speaking, his armor shattered, and a torrent of blood gushed from his chest.

After the blood gushed out, the general's body was severed at the waist.

Wow!

The guys around were dumbfounded.

His eyes were filled with terror!

"This is terrifying! This old man actually killed General Chi Na with a single strike?"

"What kind of old man is this?"

"You should know that General Chi Na is one of our Northern Di's hundred brave warriors, and he has killed countless enemies on the battlefield."

"How could this be...?"

"Just who is this old man?"

Among the crowd, the soldiers began to hesitate and dared not take another step forward.

Facing this man who could kill a general with a single blow, even the old men would only be throwing their lives away if they went forward now.

Su Mu, who had been kneeling on one knee, slowly rose to his feet, raising his saber once more. His eyes were sharp and filled with killing intent as he faced the Northern Di soldiers.

He sneered and said, "Who else wants to kill me?"

"Come here immediately!"

These two sentences are like the roar of a tiger, full of intimidation.

However, it feels somewhat out of place when combined with this hundred-year-old body.

However, its deterrent effect is enormous.

The soldiers didn't dare to go forward at all.

"What should we do?"

The soldiers looked at each other, then someone in the crowd shouted, "Run for your lives!"

Then came the clanging sound of the long sword hitting the ground!

This shout shattered the psychological defenses of the soldiers.

They all scrambled and fled!

Looking at the fleeing Northern Di soldiers, Su Mu said fiercely, "Go back and tell your Northern Di emperor that the land of Daqian is not something he can occupy."

"Those who offend our Great Qian, though far away, shall be punished!"

Su Mu knew the principle of not pursuing a desperate enemy. He had exhausted himself in this battle, so pursuing him would be pointless.

Now, his most important task is to go home, take Qingxue, and leave this place of trouble as soon as possible.

He killed so many Northern Di soldiers; they will surely come back for revenge.

He sheathed his sharp saber, then walked toward the black warhorse, took the reins, and intended to take the horse away.

After all, he's old and frail, and with this horse, he can escape with Qingxue much faster.

Just as he was leading his horse, preparing to leave, two girls cried for help from the woods:

"Grandpa, please help us!"

"Please help us..."