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

The deafening roar had barely subsided, and the swirling yellow sand still shrouded the entire battlefield.

A fierce wind swept through, carrying sand and dust, along with the powerful and domineering residual force of golden true energy. It swept over the corpses and broken weapons scattered on the ground, plunging the once noisy and tragic battlefield into complete silence.

Everyone in the audience froze, their eyes fixed on the breathtaking scene before them, as if drawn by a magnet.

The two elite war elephants of Nanzhao that had just nearly crushed Xiao Yunchuan had lost all their previous ferocity and power.

The two enormous, mountain-like beasts lay sprawled in the yellow sand dozens of feet away, their massive bodies twisted and deformed violently, their scales shattered inch by inch, and dense cracks covering their entire bodies, from which gushed dark red blood.

The hard elephant bones shattered completely under the impact of that golden dragon palm strike. Its limbs lay limply outstretched, its massive body convulsing and spasming, blood gushing from its mouth and nose, its life force rapidly fading away.

No one could have predicted that in the split second between life and death, when the desperate situation was about to end, two golden dragons suddenly appeared out of nowhere. With a single strike, they blasted away and severely injured the two giant war elephants that had roamed the battlefield and were impervious to swords and spears!

In the distance, Murong Di and Tian Cheng stood at the forefront of the army formation, taking in the entire scene of the swift and decisive battle from beginning to end without missing a single detail.

Both were seasoned veterans who had seen countless battles and carnage, and their temperaments had been tempered to be as firm as a rock. Ordinary battle situations could not shake them in the slightest.

At this moment, these two composed veterans stood frozen in place, their faces filled with utter astonishment and disbelief.

Tian Cheng stared wide-eyed, his pupils trembling, his Adam's apple bobbing incessantly, still unable to recover from the shock he had just experienced.

He was usually calm and composed, rarely losing his composure, but at this moment his lips trembled uncontrollably, his voice was stuttering and hoarse, and he was filled with horror.

"What... what's going on?"

"Dragons materializing out of thin air, palms shaking giant elephants... what exactly are those two golden dragons?"

"Two armored war elephants, each weighing tens of thousands of pounds, impervious to swords and axes, were actually blasted away and severely injured? This...this is terrifying!"

He had lived for decades, fought in the north and south, and seen top martial arts masters traversing the void and fierce generals taking down thousands of soldiers on the battlefield, but he had never seen such heaven-defying supernatural power.

With a palm strike, a golden dragon appears; true energy condenses and can shake mountains and shatter peaks. It has long transcended the scope of ordinary martial arts and can be called a heaven-reaching and earth-shattering power!

Murong Di, who was standing to the side, was also shocked by this scene.

This top general of the Yan Kingdom was completely overwhelmed with shock. His calm aura shattered, his body tensed slightly, and his gaze was fixed on the direction where the golden dragon had disappeared. He remained silent for a long time, his heart filled with extreme shock.

After a long while, he breathed slowly, his voice low and hoarse, filled with deep awe and incomprehension.

"Martial arts true energy, condensing into a dragon..."

"I have spent half my life on the battlefield, studied all the martial arts in the world, and met countless top masters, but I have never seen such a peerless skill."

"The Golden Dragon's defenses, its palm strikes that shake mountains—such techniques are almost divine, far surpassing ordinary martial arts!"

Murong Di was deeply shocked. He finally understood that Xiao Yunchuan's ability to slaughter enemy soldiers and slay the giant elephant on its back, and his extraordinary combat power at such a young age, was by no means accidental.

In the middle of the battlefield, in the fighting area closer to the war elephants, Wang Yang, Zhou Lin, and their fellow frontline soldiers felt the impact far more directly and intensely than the generals further away.

Just moments before, as the two golden dragons roared through the air and annihilated the war elephants, a vast, powerful, and domineering torrent of true energy swept across the land. The terrifying force was like a hurricane passing through, crushing everything within a radius of several dozen feet.

The surrounding sandstorm was completely dispersed, and the broken stones and blades on the ground flew wildly into the air. Even though they were several feet apart, everyone was still enveloped by that powerful and unparalleled pressure. Their blood and qi surged, their dantian trembled, and the hair on their bodies stood on end. A sense of awe and fear arose from their hearts.

Holding a long sword, Wang Yang had just been leading his soldiers in a bloody battle against the Nanzhao soldiers. Before the sound of weapons clashing had even subsided, he suddenly felt this overwhelming and terrifying power.

He stopped all movement, staring blankly at the two dying war elephants lying on the ground in front of him, his eyes filled with astonishment and uncertainty. He muttered to himself, "To strike out of thin air, to defend against enemies from a distance, to severely injure two war elephants with a single move... who is this person? Such cultivation is truly terrifying."

Zhou Lin, standing beside him, had his brows furrowed tightly, his sharp eyes fixed on the void behind him, his expression extremely solemn.

His experience far surpassed that of ordinary soldiers; he had seen top figures in the imperial court and the martial arts world, and felt the oppressive aura of top martial arts masters.

That palm strike was powerful, upright, domineering, and majestic, carrying an unparalleled spirit of guarding the mountains and rivers and suppressing all directions, and possessing the awe-inspiring aura of a war god of the nation.

This familiar aura instantly sparked a startling guess in his mind.

Zhou Lin's breathing quickened slightly as he said in a deep voice, "This palm strike, this aura..."

"Could it be... that the old War God Su has personally come to Duanyun Pass?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding veterans were all shaken, their eyes instantly ignited with boundless light, and their hearts were filled with excitement.

Shetland Sheepdog!

Great Qian Dynasty's War God!

That is a legendary name engraved in the hearts of everyone in the Great Qian Dynasty, an unparalleled existence that makes enemy countries around it tremble with fear!

……

In the center of the battlefield, the two Xiao brothers, who were closest to the scene of the incident, felt it most clearly.

Xiao Yunchuan had just been blasted away and seriously injured by the kingly war elephant under Mengshan's command. His blood was churning, and he still felt a sharp, dull pain in his chest and abdomen. The blood at the corner of his mouth was still wet.

In that desperate situation where he was caught between two war elephants and on the brink of death, it was that Dragon Subduing Palm strike that broke the deadlock and saved him from the brink of death.

The residual heat of the golden true energy slowly dissipated, and the violent pressure gradually faded away.

Xiao Yunche immediately broke free from the clutches of his remaining enemies, ignoring his own severe injuries and bleeding wounds, and rushed to Xiao Yunchuan's side. He firmly grasped his sixth brother's arm, his eyes filled with anxiety and concern, and asked urgently in a deep voice:

"Liu Zi! How are you? Are you seriously injured? That shockwave was extremely dangerous!"

Xiao Yunchuan straightened up, casually brushing the yellow sand and mud off his body with a free and easy gesture.

He then raised his hand and gently wiped away the remaining bloodstains from the corner of his lips. His previously tense and solemn face slowly blossomed into a relieved and exhilarated smile.

Although the shock from the severe injury was painful, it did not damage his fundamental health; with his physical strength and cultivation, he was able to withstand it.

"Third Brother, it's nothing, just a minor scratch, nothing serious."

His tone was relaxed, his gaze fixed intently on the empty space behind him. There was not a trace of defeat in his eyes; instead, they were filled with extreme excitement and fervent anticipation. He murmured to himself, "Great... Master, you've finally arrived."

These soft whispers reached Xiao Yunche's ears, causing him to freeze in place, his eyes filled with doubt and surprise.

master?

He knew that his sixth brother had been exceptionally talented since childhood and that his martial arts skills had improved by leaps and bounds, far surpassing his peers. However, he had never heard of his sixth brother having studied under any famous master, let alone knowing that he had a hidden master!

Xiao Yunche frowned slightly, his face full of doubt as he asked, "Sixth Brother, when did you become a disciple? Is this person who came to your rescue your master?"

Xiao Yunchuan turned to look at his third brother, whose face was full of surprise, and a smug and proud smile appeared on his face. He said clearly and forcefully, "Third brother, you don't know this, but my mentor is none other than the famous and renowned God of War who guards the mountains and rivers of our Great Qian Dynasty—Su Mu!"

"Su Mu?"

These two words struck Xiao Yunche like a thunderclap!

In an instant, Xiao Yunche's body trembled violently, his eyes widened suddenly, his pupils contracted sharply, and his face was filled with extreme shock and disbelief. He was completely stunned on the spot!

Shetland Sheepdog!

That was a legend of the entire Great Qian Dynasty, an unparalleled war god revered by all the soldiers in the army throughout their lives!

A year ago, when the Northern Barbarians were in turmoil and the Eastern Barbarians were invading, it was Su Mu who donned his armor and went into battle, suppressing all sides and sweeping away foreign enemies. He single-handedly stabilized the vast border of the Great Qian Dynasty, creating great military achievements and making his name resound throughout the five continents and four seas!

This extraordinary figure, who was already a legendary figure, was actually the mentor of my sixth brother.

Xiao Yunche's throat bobbed, his voice trembling with barely concealed as he urgently pressed for an answer: "Those two solidified golden dragons, that peerless divine skill that overturned two war elephants in one move... were actually unleashed by War God Su himself?"

"good."

Xiao Yunchuan nodded emphatically, his eyes filled with reverence and pride, and slowly explained: "In the whole world, there are countless martial arts, but only my master can unleash such a domineering and majestic palm technique that can shake mountains and condense dragons."

"This is Master's unique skill, a world-shaking martial art—the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"

"With a single palm strike, a golden dragon appeared, shocking the world for miles around, shaking mountains and shattering armies, causing all enemies to crumble!"

Xiao Yunche stared blankly at the faint golden aura that had not yet dissipated in the distance, his heart surging with unprecedented waves of shock.

He had been hearing the legend of the God of War Su Mu on and off for a year, and had long held this senior in high esteem.

He had fantasized countless times about the unparalleled prowess of the God of War, but he never imagined that he would actually witness it in person on the battlefield of Duanyun Pass!

That palm strike just now was so powerful that it shattered a giant elephant and shook the heavens and the earth, even ghosts and gods were terrified!

This is the power of the War God who protects the nation!

This is the power of a legendary martial arts technique!

too strong!

So strong it inspires awe, so strong it's outrageous!

……

Meanwhile, on the other side of the battlefield.

The two Nanzhao war elephants that fell to the ground finally stopped moving completely after convulsing violently for a few breaths.

The massive body was completely lifeless, its eyes wide open, devoid of any breath, and utterly devoid of any vitality.

In the blink of an eye, Meng Shan's forces lost two more elite war elephants. Together with the one that Xiao Yunchuan had killed earlier, three war elephants perished on the battlefield!

A Nanzhao soldier rushed to Mengshan's side, his expression terrified, knelt on one knee, and reported in a trembling voice:

"General! Something terrible has happened! Both of our war elephants... are dead!"

"waste!!"

Mengshan sat atop the back of the kingly war elephant, his face ashen and black, his aura surging wildly, his eyes bloodshot, and his boundless rage almost burning him up.

The loss of his beloved elephant had already enraged him, but now, the loss of two more elite war elephants in an instant, resulting in three defeats and severely damaging the elephant army's fighting strength, had completely crossed his bottom line!

He had dominated the southern frontier for many years, and his elephant army was invincible. He had never suffered such heavy losses in his conquests.

Today, a mere young man from the Great Qian Dynasty, coupled with a strange palm strike that came out of nowhere, actually caused him to lose the combat power of three ferocious beasts!

Anger, shock, fear, and resentment intertwined, completely overwhelming Mengshan's reason.

He stared intently at the direction from which the golden dragon had attacked, his gaze sinister and ruthless, his killing intent boiling. He looked up at the empty battlefield behind him and roared fiercely, "Who are you, you cowardly rats, hiding your heads and tails, launching a sneak attack! How dare you disrupt the war of my Nanzhao army! Come out and face your death!"

The roar was deafening, echoing across the fields, carrying the overwhelming majesty and fury of the commander, making the surrounding air buzz.

But his roar had barely faded, and his voice had not yet completely dissipated.

……

hum!

A deafening roar of true energy suddenly rose again!

Above the void, a dazzling golden halo once again swirled, and the domineering and powerful true energy swept across the sky, even more magnificent and majestic than before!

The next second, a third golden dragon, ten thousand feet long, burst forth from behind the crowd!

The dragon roared to the heavens, its golden scales stretched for thousands of feet, and its body coiled and swept across the enemy with an overwhelming power, crashing down on the group of Nanzhao and Yan allied soldiers blocking its way!

Puff puff!

There was absolutely no room for resistance!

Those allied soldiers, armed and ready for battle, were swept away like ants and weeds under the powerful energy of the golden dragon!

Countless bodies exploded and armor shattered. Before they could even scream, they were swallowed up by the torrent of true energy, leaving no trace of their bodies!

The crowd was instantly and forcefully torn apart, and a straight path appeared out of thin air!

Da da da……

The crisp, steady sound of horses' hooves slowly drifted from the end of the passage.

A lone, upright figure, riding a pure white, exceptionally fine steed, emerged slowly from the sand, gradually appearing in the sight of thousands of soldiers, facing the enraged Mengshan and the mighty Nanzhao elephant army!

At this moment, all eyes on the entire battlefield were focused on this unexpected figure.

The moment everyone saw the newcomer's face, everyone present was stunned and shocked!

The person before them was not the strong, imposing, middle-aged master that everyone had imagined.

He was an elderly man with white hair who was very old.

The old man was slightly hunched over, his long, snow-white hair falling casually over his shoulders, the silver strands like snow, bearing the marks of time.

He wore a golden battle robe, which was straight and neat, and faintly exuded the iron-blooded aura of battlefield conquest.

The old man's face was covered with deep wrinkles, showing his advanced age. He held a long knife in his hand. The scabbard was dark and unadorned, yet it faintly exuded a terrifying sharpness.

His attire was simple, his figure was old and hunched, and he looked frail and old, as if a gust of wind could blow him over. He seemed completely out of place and extremely incongruous with this brutal battlefield of iron-blooded fighting and fierce life-or-death struggle.

A deathly silence returned, and incredulous whispers rose and fell slowly before the two armies.

"How...how is this possible?"

"Those two unparalleled palm strikes that shook mountains and shattered elephants, and manifested a golden dragon... were actually unleashed by this white-haired, centenarian old man?"

"Judging from this old man's appearance, he must be over a hundred years old! At such an advanced age, he should be frail and weak, even walking would be difficult for him. How could he possibly possess such terrifying, world-destroying combat power?"

"A hundred years old, clad in armor on the battlefield, sending a war elephant weighing ten thousand pounds flying with a single palm strike... This is simply mind-blowing, utterly unbelievable!"

All the soldiers of the Yan and Nanzhao armies were horrified, staring blankly at that old but upright figure, their hearts filled with unparalleled shock.

Who would have thought that the one who unleashed that astonishing and earth-shattering attack was a seemingly frail, white-haired old man!

In the center of the battlefield, Xiao Yunchuan saw the familiar figure he had been longing for day and night, and his eyes instantly ignited with a burning light, all his fatigue and pain vanished.

He strode quickly across the yellow sand, rushing to the old man's white horse. His posture was upright, and he bowed respectfully, his tone full of reverence and affection: "Disciple Xiao Yunchuan greets Master! Master, you've finally arrived!"

On the white horse, the white-haired Su Mu slowly lowered his head and looked at his beloved disciple, who was covered in dust and stained with blood, yet still proud and unyielding. A gentle smile flashed in his aged eyes, the fierce killing intent that had just slain the powerful enemy faded away, and his voice was gentle and deep, filled with endless affection.

"Chuan'er, you've had a tough time fighting at Duanyun Pass, facing great danger."

Xiao Yunche stood frozen in place, his gaze fixed on the white-haired old man on horseback. His pupils trembled, his mind went blank, and all that remained was utter disbelief.

This is the legendary Su Mu, the unparalleled war god who protects the nation in the Great Qian Dynasty.

This is the peerless master who unleashed the Dragon Subduing Palm and overturned two war elephants in one move.

His hunched old body, with a full head of silver hair, looked frail and old, but the power of that palm strike just now was enough to shake mountains and crush armies!

As Xiao Yunche gazed at the old man's simple and composed figure, and at the silent yet sharp longsword, an endless sense of awe and excitement welled up in his heart.

He finally understood what a God of War truly was!