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

The barbarian's iron spear thrust forward with lightning speed, its tip whistling through the air as it aimed straight for Su Mu's throat.

This single shot embodies over a decade of the Barbarian's skill.

Fast, accurate, and ruthless, with no unnecessary movements.

Ge Lie, the Northern Di Gun God, is a disciple of the master. His attacks are always deadly, giving his opponents no chance to breathe.

However, Su Mu did not retreat.

They went straight to meet it.

The two horses crossed paths.

Su Mu moved.

He swung his spear upwards with a sudden motion, the shaft drawing an arc in the air before striking the head of the barbarian's spear with a sharp clang.

The force of the impact was not great, but it was just right. The tip of the barbarian's spear was deflected by three inches and pierced past Su Mu's ear.

Barbarian Butcher's pupils suddenly contracted.

The timing, force, and angle of that strike were all perfectly controlled.

He knew immediately that this was not a fluke, but an instinct honed through countless trials.

The first round ended in a draw.

The two horses passed each other, each galloping several dozen paces before turning their heads and charging at each other again.

Barbarian Tu's expression changed.

He abandoned his contempt, gripped the gun with both hands, and pointed the tip directly at Su Mu's heart.

Su Mu still held the gun in one hand, the tip pointing diagonally at the ground, his white hair fluttering in the wind, his eyes showing no emotion whatsoever.

Round two.

The barbarian slashed with his spear, the tip spinning and the shaft vibrating, making a buzzing sound.

This shot was his signature move, "Poison Dragon Drill".

The spear tip spins as it thrusts out, its force concentrated on a single point, capable of piercing iron armor and penetrating shields; ordinary moves simply cannot block it.

Su Mu's spear met the attack head-on.

His spear thrust out from below at an angle, the tip precisely striking the side of the Barbarian Butcher's spearhead.

Although the force was not great, the angle was tricky, and the barbarian's spear was deflected to the side, missing its mark again.

Barbarian Tu was startled.

In the second round, he lost by half a move again.

On the battlefield, tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the two intersecting figures.

The soldiers of Daqian held their breath, while the soldiers of Beidi opened their mouths wide.

"Old Su... what amazing marksmanship!" Zhou Huchen couldn't help but exclaim, gripping the knife tightly in his hand.

Qin Hao remained silent, his eyes fixed on Su Mu's gun, his pupils slightly contracting.

Su Mu's marksmanship was such that every shot hit the weaknesses of the Barbarian Butcher.

Round three.

With a roar, Man Tu swept his iron spear horizontally, the shaft carrying immense force as it smashed towards Su Mu's waist and abdomen.

This move is powerful and heavy, lacking any skill; it's purely a crushing force.

Since we can't gain the upper hand in terms of technique, we'll overwhelm this centenarian with sheer strength.

Su Mu did not take the hit head-on. He straightened his spear shaft, touched the ground with the butt of the spear, used the momentum to spring up, and flicked the spear tip upwards, hitting the middle of the barbarian's spear shaft.

"clang!"

The barbarian's spear was deflected upwards, its sweeping force largely neutralized. The shaft grazed Su Mu's helmet before crashing into the air.

Cold sweat beaded on the barbarian's forehead.

He consciously told him that the old man was not "sparring" with him, but rather "testing" him.

Test his marksmanship, test his strength, test his trump cards.

Man Tu gritted his teeth, exerted his strength, and thrust out his iron spear like a storm.

One shot, two shots, three shots... each shot was fast and ruthless, the shadows of the guns like a curtain, enveloping Su Mu completely.

"Clang clang clang clang!"

The clanging of metal was intense, sparks flew everywhere, and the noise was particularly dazzling in the sunlight.

Su Mu gripped the gun with one hand, blocking and parrying with his left and right, thrusting upwards and downwards. The gun shaft in his withered hand was like a nimble snake, precisely deflecting every attack from the barbarian.

His body swayed slightly on the horse's back, each sway perfectly timed to avoid the tip of the barbarian's spear.

Four moves.

Five moves.

Six tricks!

Su Mu had already seen through Man Tu's spear technique.

He saw through the barbarian's spear-wielding habits, the distribution of his strength, and the flaws in his spear technique.

In an instant, a murderous glint flashed in Su Mu's eyes.

The seventh round.

The two horses clashed again, and Man Tu used the same trick as before, thrusting his iron spear straight at Su Mu's throat.

This time, Su Mu did not block.

He suddenly swerved to the left, narrowly avoiding the spear tip, and at the same time, he exerted force with his right hand, sending the spear flying like a venomous snake spitting its tongue, thrusting upwards straight at the barbarian's throat.

The shot was so fast it was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The spear tip pierced the air with a sharp whistling sound, like the roar of a giant dragon.

Barbarian's pupils constricted, utterly shocked.

He tried to dodge, but his body couldn't keep up.

He tried to block it, but it was too late to put the gun away.

"puff!"

The spear tip pierced the barbarian's throat, protruding from the back of his neck, and blood gushed out.

Man Tu's eyes widened, his mouth opened as if he wanted to say something, but only a "hoarse" sound came out of his throat.

He tried to raise the gun again, but his arm was too weak, and the iron gun fell to the ground with a clatter, kicking up a cloud of dust.

With a flick of his wrist, Su Mu lifted the corpse of Man Tu high into the air with his spear.

The corpse swayed on the spear tip, blood flowing down the shaft and dripping onto Su Mu's withered hands and the snow-white mane of the Akhal-Teke horse.

Su Mu rode on his horse, holding a spear in one hand, with the corpse of Man Tu impaled on the spear tip, and raised it high above his head.

That posture, that imposing manner, was like a tyrant lifting a tripod.

The battlefield was deathly silent.

Tens of thousands of eyes were fixed on the white-haired, hunched old man, on the spear in his hand carrying the corpse of the barbarian, and on the still-dripping blood of the body.

No one speaks.

The 50,000-strong Northern Di army remained completely silent.

"Old Su!"

Within the Great Qian Formation, it was unclear who was the first to shout out.

Then, like a powder keg being lit, the entire Daqian army formation instantly erupted into chaos.

"Long live Elder Su!"

"Old Su is invincible!"

"Divine Spear Technique! Overlord Spear Technique!"

The roar was like a mountain collapsing and a tsunami crashing, shaking the very earth.

Raise your arms and shout!

Zhou Huchen's mouth was agape, unable to close.

His eyes were wide open like copper bells, and his lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence.

"Six...six rounds? Elder Su defeated the Barbarian Butcher in just six rounds? That's the personal disciple of the Northern Barbarian Spear God!"

Qin Hao took a deep breath, barely managing to steady himself, but his voice was still trembling.

"Old Su's marksmanship is terrifying? I'm truly impressed!"

"Our army will surely win this battle! All troops, listen to my command! Prepare to charge!"

"Victory is certain! Victory is certain! Victory is certain!"

The three armies were invigorated, and their morale soared to the sky.

On the other side, the Northern Di army presented a completely different scene.

The 50,000 Northern Di soldiers were all dumbfounded.

"General Barbarian... is he dead?"

"Impossible... How could this be... General Barbarian Slaughter is the personal disciple of the Grassland Gun God..."

"Six rounds...only six rounds...that old man also used a gun...he killed the Barbarian General with a gun..."

"Isn't he skilled with a sword? How come his marksmanship is so terrifying too?"

The barbarian owl, mounted on his horse, stared wide-eyed at the corpse impaled on the tip of his spear.

His lips were trembling, and his hand holding the bow was also trembling.

"Big brother..."

"Big brother!"

He suddenly drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming it at Su Mu, but his hand was trembling, and the arrowhead wobbled back and forth, making it impossible for him to aim accurately.

Tuoba Han's face was as white as paper, and he unconsciously shrank back as he rode his horse.

"General Barbarian... is dead? Six rounds... how is that possible..."

"His swordsmanship is divine, his spearmanship is divine... Is he... is he even human?"

The savage stammered:

"Your Highness...we...we underestimated our enemy..."

Tuoba Han suddenly turned his head and glared fiercely at Man Xiao.

"What's the point of saying all this now?"

He gritted his teeth and forced himself to calm down.

Before Tuoba Han could react, the Daqian army formation opposite him had already moved.

Su Mu suddenly swung his spear, and the corpse of Man Tu flew off the spear tip, crashing heavily into the front of the Northern Di army, kicking up a cloud of dust.

He gripped the gun in one hand, the tip pointing directly at Tuoba Han, his voice booming like thunder.

"Vanguard Battalion, charge!"

"kill!"

The three thousand vanguard soldiers roared in unison, with Mo Dao soldiers in front, sword and shield soldiers behind, and archers firing arrows from both flanks, like a sharp knife, piercing straight into the heart of the Northern Di army.

Simultaneously, infantry formations from both sides surged forth, with 20,000 infantrymen flanking from both flanks, their battle cries shaking the heavens and the earth.

Su Mu took the lead and galloped towards Tuoba Han's direction.

Barbarian Owl gritted his teeth, drew his bow and aimed an arrow at Su Mu's chest.

"Go to hell!"

The arrow pierced the sky like a shooting star chasing the moon.

Without even turning his head, Su Mu flicked his spear, and with a clang, the arrow was knocked away.

He continued to charge forward on his horse, his speed undiminished.

"Guards, stop him!"

Tuoba Han shouted loudly, and a thousand cavalrymen surged out, charging towards Su Mu!