Grandpa I'm Your Grandson, You Old Rascal

On their way here, the martial artists of the Demon Extermination Army had already clashed with scattered demons. There were even some casualties, preventing the entire force from assembling.

Some were too far away and were still on the road.

Currently, thirty thousand martial artists had gathered. You felt that you couldn't wait any longer and could set out to quell the more severe demon infestations within the Five Regions.

You heard that some cities had already been occupied by the demons.

For a demon infestation of this scale, ordinary armies made up of mortals could not solve it; the Demon Extermination Army had to assist.

"Is this the commanding marshal arranged for us by the Venerable Sword Master? This old man is old enough to be my grandfather. Can he even go to the battlefield? Don't let him drop dead halfway!"

Inside the military camp of Divine Weapon City.

When you first appeared before the martial artists, your withered hair, hoary beard, and face full of ravine-like wrinkles truly brought no small shock to this group of martial artists who were still in their prime.

Many people mocked your age, their words revealing their reluctance to accept you.

You didn't say much.

A few days later, the demons launched a premeditated attack on Divine Weapon City, attempting to disrupt the assembly of the Demon Extermination Army.

With a single punch, you blew up the head of the leading rhinoceros demon, who was at the Spirit Sea Realm.

The entire army was stunned.

Among the martial artists present, there were also those at the Spirit Sea Realm.

But asking them to blow up a demon of the same realm barehanded, let alone a rhinoceros known for its thick and rough skin?

Forget about it!

"Grandpa!! I'm your grandson!!"

The martial artist who had offended you the other day publicly apologized to you.

He was afraid that you would see red from the killing and blow him up as if he were a demon too.

In reality, you didn't mind.

At your advanced age, these martial artists, even those in their thirties or forties, were just like little brats in your eyes.

A great man does not hold grudges against lesser men.

Some of the demons attacking Divine Weapon City were subordinates of the Golden-Furred Rat King from the Eastern Wasteland. Upon seeing you, they wet themselves in terror on the spot.

"It's Demon's Bane!!"

"How is he still alive?!"

"He even broke through to the Golden Body Realm. We're doomed!!"

"Run! This guy is a devil who kills demons without blinking an eye!!"

When a portion of the demons began to flee in panic, their offensive collapsed on the spot.

All by yourself, you chased after the tails of over a thousand demons. Repeatedly unleashing the Star-Shattering Ripple Finger, you pulverized them one by one, leaving the ground covered in mangled corpses and dyeing the entire city in blood!

Wielding a bronze battle sword, you chopped down the little demons with a single strike each.

These demons cried out: We're scared to tears!

Now everyone understood why the Sword Master had chosen you as the marshal.

Zhenpin commented, "It has to be the Sword Master. He really knows how to utilize people's talents."

You no longer kept the Myriad Souls Banner hidden either.

At a critical juncture like this?

If the human race lost this battle, it would mean extinction. Who would care if you used an evil artifact to kill demons?

In these times, even if you were once on the demonic path, as long as you could participate in killing demons, all your past misdeeds would be forgiven.

Besides, you weren't even on the demonic path.

Now, the Myriad Souls Banner had been upgraded to the Earth Tier. It had a larger internal capacity and more powerful killing moves!

As soon as the Myriad Souls Banner was brought out, the souls of ten thousand demons surged forth like a stampede of ten thousand horses!

You alone possessed the momentum of a massive army, slaughtering this group of demons attacking Divine Weapon City until they were completely routed!

After the slaughter, you even rewarded the entire army with their flesh and blood, and collected their souls into the Myriad Souls Banner, refining them in an instant!

In front of Divine Weapon City, you, the old marshal, looked truly majestic.

Seeing a wave of over a thousand demons, the Demon Extermination Army had thought they were going to die before their campaign even began.

— The individual combat power of a demon was generally stronger than that of a martial artist at the same realm, but their overall numbers were fewer than those of the human race.

To think that the old marshal alone was enough to force them back.

Now, no one was dissatisfied.

However, a reckless youngster asked a question.

"Marshal! What kind of banner is this? Why is it emitting black smoke? It looks quite evil! It looks a lot like the Myriad Souls Banner!"

Someone viciously smacked that reckless youngster on the back of his head.

"Idiot! What Myriad Souls Banner! That is the Demon Subduing Banner! Subduing demons and taming beasts, breaking through the gale, and stopping in an instant! Haven't you heard of it?"

Year sixty-five. Eighty-three years old.

In your octogenarian years, you took command and went on a campaign. Leading the Demon Extermination Army, you stepped onto the Cloud Peak Flying Boat and traversed the Five Regions.

The cities occupied by the demons were successively reclaimed by you.

The Great Qian's Dragon Protection Bureau provided you with intelligence, guiding the Demon Extermination Army to places where large-scale demon infestations appeared.

The Demon Slaying Bureau of the Five Regions acted as your guides and support in various places, fighting alongside you.

The demons that had invaded the Five Regions broke up into smaller groups, making it difficult for them to gather.

But your Demon Extermination Army grew larger with every battle, as you continuously recruited martial artists you encountered along the way.

The Cloud Peak Flying Boat had no special functions; it was simply large enough and could fly, making it sufficient to carry the entire army.

During your second simulation, you served as a staff officer in the tent of Sun Chengen, the General of the Suzhou Border Army, so you actually had some experience in leading an army in battle.

After a few years of practical application, your leadership skills became increasingly proficient.

Because you were too fierce when fighting the demons.

So fierce that the entire army felt you shouldn't be here; you should be at the front lines of the Azure Sky Ridge.

Thus, your prestige in the army had become unimaginably high, and the entire army submitted to you.

Because you were very old, with white hair and a white beard (the red hair caused by your cultivation had also turned white as you aged).

Therefore, many officers and soldiers of the Demon Extermination Army simply called you Grandpa.

Inexplicably gaining a bunch of grandsons, you felt it wasn't too bad.

Year sixty-six. Eighty-four years old.

The Demon Extermination Army advanced triumphantly, slaughtering the demons of the Five Regions until they fled at the mere news of your arrival.

After being pushed into a corner, the demons also began to counterattack.

Scattered demons gathered together and focused their attacks on key departments like the Dragon Protection Bureau and the Demon Slaying Bureau in various regions, depriving you of assistance and intelligence.

In a battle to reinforce the Jizhou Dragon Protection Bureau, Zhenpin, in order to save a group of commoners, was sneak-attacked by several great demons at the Spirit Condensation Realm, and failed to pull through.

He was getting on in years, after all. Though his martial arts cultivation was not low, time was even more merciless.

"Old monk! Hold on! The spiritual medicine from the Pill Fragrance Valley will be here soon. You won't die once you take it!!"

Zhenpin's eyes were half-closed, and a serene smile rested on his face.

"Amitabha. This poor monk is going to see the Buddha. This is a good thing. The Marshal need not be sad."

"Bullshit! You old bald donkey are dying, I should be overjoyed! Don't you know I hold grudges? We still haven't settled the score for when you robbed me in the Eastern Wasteland!"

"The Marshal is indeed getting old and forgetful. Didn't I give it back to you?"

"You didn't! You're the one who's forgetful, you..."

Your words came to an abrupt halt, because you knew the other party could no longer hear you.

With a peaceful expression and his hands clasped together, Zhenpin went to seek the Buddha in his heart.

On that day, the Demon Extermination Army witnessed what true anger was.

Their old marshal, bearing no weapons in his hands and bare-chested, charged all alone into the horde of demons attacking Jizhou City.

Tearing everything apart with his bare hands!!