Chapter 57 Riding Alone on Golden Rooster Ridge

Qin Ming sensed something and glanced at the mountain range from which the Purple Lightning Beast had emerged, but he didn’t want to delve into it; getting on his way was the most important thing right now.

Deep in the mountains, a man in his late thirties, dressed in a blue robe, stood on a cliff and gazed into the distance.

On the opposite, majestic mountain, white mist filled the air, and hazy clouds covered most of the peaks. From within the mist, a higher being appeared.

“New city lord of Crimson Cloud City, why aren’t you taking office? What are you doing here?”

“I was passing through this place and came here specifically to see the mountain lord.”

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After galloping for more than ten miles, the Purple Lightning Beast became restless again. Its fur was covered in flowing purple mist, and it was very bumpy and unstable when it ran wildly.

Sometimes it will suddenly slow down, and anyone else would lose their balance and might even fall off.

Seeing that it was acting strangely again, Qin Ming pressed down the phoenix-patterned longsword that was held against its neck. Instantly, a tuft of slightly glowing purple mane broke off, and blood began to flow from its neck, where a bloody gash was cut.

“If you won’t see me off, then I’ll see you off!” Qin Ming didn’t intend to completely subdue it.

At the same time, he felt no remorse. It was this purple lightning beast that kicked him first; if it were an ordinary person, their head would have been crushed.

“If you don’t get on the right track, you’re on your way!” Qin Ming pressed down on his blade again, and this time the Purple Lightning Beast was truly frightened, the blood on its neck soaking through its mane.

It then fell silent and became more obedient, and from then on, the journey was smooth, with only a dozen or so miles left to reach Golden Rooster Ridge.

Qin Ming was slightly lost in thought. Even without using his Heavenly Light Force, he could sit steadily on the back of this alien creature and control it very well.

Before this, he had never ridden a horse in the Black and White Mountains region. In particular, he was riding naked, without putting a rein on the Purple Lightning Beast.

In his mind, some images vaguely appeared: outside a huge city, he had once ridden a beast at breakneck speed, and that strange creature was even more attractive than this purple lightning beast.

He shook his head, trying not to think about it, but as if out of habit, he used his longsword as a riding whip, gently patting the Purple Lightning Beast’s rump with the back of the blade.

The creature was startled, thinking it was about to be attacked again. It seemed to be riding the wind, accelerating like an arrow shot from a bow, flowing with purple light and mist, cutting through the thick night.

Qin Ming rode a fierce beast, racing through the long night, and approached Golden Rooster Ridge!

The view ahead was brightly lit. Even in the dead of night, Jinji Ridge was not dark, because the fire spring here was close to level two, almost comparable to the one in Yinteng Town.

The road was wide and led all the way up the mountain ridge, with dense forests on both sides. There were no strange creatures spying around, because they knew that the bandits here were not easy to deal with.

However, Golden Rooster Ridge is much quieter than before. They suffered heavy losses when they went to the Great Rift Valley to compete for the mysterious resources. Many of the aliens in Black and White Mountain were too full that day.

There are still about thirty people on the mountain. Those who stayed behind to guard the place all have connections, and these people are even more wicked.

In Old Liu’s words, the remaining bandits could easily kill innocent people with a single swing of their swords; they could die several times over without any problem.

Qin Ming sheathed his longsword, took the hard bow from his body, mounted the Purple Lightning Beast, and rushed up to the bright area of ​​Golden Rooster Ridge where fire springs were flowing.

The first to spot them wasn’t the bandits, but a golden rooster used specifically for surveillance. This creature, which had mutated twice, was indeed very responsible. Hiding in the woods, it immediately made a loud “cluck-cluck” sound when it saw someone trespassing in the mountains!

Qin Ming’s first iron arrow was shot at it. With a soft thud, the golden rooster’s head was pierced by the high-speed arrow, and its cries came to an abrupt end.

“What happened?” Some people in the mountain stronghold were already drunk.

Some of the veteran soldiers were startled awake and shouted, “Enemy attack!”

These people suddenly stood up and saw a man and a horse on the road outside the mountain stronghold, flowing with a hazy purple light, like the light of the sky tearing through the night, crashing towards the mountain gate.

In the past, there would definitely have been a group of archers on their sentry towers and stockade walls, but now Jinji Ridge is in a state of semi-crippled condition, and the remaining people don’t do much work on a daily basis.

In this cold season, with snowflakes still falling from the sky, most of them stay indoors eating, drinking, and gambling.

Qin Ming rode his beast into the stronghold. The sturdy gate was smashed to pieces by the heavy, powerful hooves of the Purple Lightning Beast, and the man and his horse charged straight into the Golden Rooster Ridge stronghold.

“Get up, everyone! Enemy attack!” Chaos erupted at Jinji Ridge; even the drunkards knew what was happening.

The mountain village was brightly lit, with a near-level-two fire spring flowing with fiery glow, making it a treasure trove far superior to the villages outside the mountains.

At this moment, Qin Ming was wearing a gleaming suit of armor, his entire face covered by the helmet’s face shield, with only his eyes, mouth, and nose exposed.

In the eyes of these bandits, the man and his horse were too fast, flowing with purple light, terrifying and astonishing, and possessing unparalleled impact.

Qin Ming drew his bow and shot arrows in quick succession. One iron arrow after another flew by like streaks of cold lightning in the firelight.

Puff puff puff…

In a single encounter, he shot and killed five people. Some of the bandits didn’t even have time to react before an arrow pierced their foreheads, and two others died from being pierced through the chest by the same iron arrow.

“Fire arrows and counterattack!” Someone snapped out of their daze, quickly organized their men, and simultaneously whistled to give the tamed golden roosters the order to charge at the enemy.

Qin Ming had thoroughly studied the Wu family’s secret manuals. It was no joke that he was a master of both spear and arrow. His bow and arrow seemed to have a soul, and his eyes were incredibly sharp. Before the person giving the order could even finish speaking, he shot the head off with a special heavy arrow.

Illuminated by the firelight, the scene was clear: blood and broken bones splattered everywhere, landing on the other bandits, creating a powerful and intimidating effect; some of them were almost frozen in place.

However, they were all seasoned bandits who had seen blood, and they were very ferocious. In an instant, they shouted and began to fight back, with some drawing their bows and shooting arrows.

At this moment, five golden roosters rushed over, spread their wings, extended their huge beaks, and stretched out their sharp claws, charging towards the man and the rider.

The Purple Lightning Beast was already extremely frustrated and full of anger when it was forced to go up the mountain. Now, it was attacked by the Golden Rooster, which was below it, and it became even more furious.

With a roar, it stood upright, its massive hooves raised, and slammed down, though it had the head of a horse.

With two soft thuds, the two golden roosters died one after the other. One had its head crushed by the Purple Lightning Beast, and the other had its body pierced through. Then, it violently shook its head, its mouth full of sharp teeth, and bit the neck of one of the golden roosters, quickly “beheading” it.

Throughout this process, whether it stood upright or leaped away, Qin Ming remained firmly on its back, as if on flat ground, constantly drawing his bow and firing arrows, single-handedly suppressing the arrows of the bandits.

The two bandits appeared silently, but did not make a move immediately, because they knew that anyone who dared to come alone was no ordinary person, and their posture was quite formidable.

In fact, they underestimated Qin Ming, because they judged the enemy’s level by the force of the arrows, but the strength of the bow itself was limited and far from reaching Qin Ming’s limit.

The next moment, they realized they had made a mistake, because a powerful bandit himself drew his bow and fired an arrow at Qin Ming.

As a result, Qin Ming gently deflected the powerful arrow with an iron arrow, sending sparks flying. This keen eye and judgment made the two bandits’ hearts sink.

At the same time, Qin Ming also drew his bow and shot an arrow at them.

puff!

Two bandits dodged, but a young man next to them was shot through the head by an arrow and fell backward to the ground, not even having time to scream.

A bandit roared, clearly someone close to him, which made his murderous aura surge.

Qin Ming shot and killed them in succession!

In just a short time, Jinji Ridge has lost more than a dozen people. Originally, there were only about thirty people left, but now nearly half of them have been wiped out.

Qin Ming directly rode the Purple Lightning Beast towards the nearby wooden houses, putting away his bow and arrows and gripping the sharp spear.

The charge of the lone rider sent chills down the spines of many bandits, who felt as if a thousand troops were charging at them. The mount was too ferocious, instantly trampling several golden roosters that had mutated twice to death. The man on the back of the beast, clad in cold armor, was like a god of death, taking a life with a single arrow. Many people couldn’t help but tremble when they met his gaze.

As Qin Ming rode alone to the front, he thrust out his spear, the force of which lifted a wooden house and caused it to explode instantly.

The two people in the cabin panicked and raised their knives to strike, but having only been reborn once, facing a man and a horse like this was practically suicide.

Two sprays of blood appeared as Qin Ming swiftly drew his spear, piercing them one after the other, before charging once more toward the two bandits of Jinji Ridge.

The Purple Lightning Beast was ferocious. It stood upright and stomped its heavy hooves forward, instantly disintegrating a wooden house into pieces.

Qin Ming sensed something, heard a whoosh of wind behind him, and suddenly turned around, raising his gun to thrust.

It was an old bandit, whom I had seen before in the Great Rift Valley. Those who could return alive were naturally three-time survivors. At this moment, he was actually riding on a golden rooster that was much larger than its kind. His mount had clearly mutated three times. It came flying from the high ground to launch its attack.

“Jinji Ridge has some tricks up its sleeve; it can cultivate these mutated creatures on a large scale.” Qin Ming was fearless, and his spear conjured dozens of shadows.

In mid-air, the old man swung his knife repeatedly, his arm going numb from the impact. He was horrified to realize that he was far inferior to his opponent; his sneak attack had failed, and he might die here.

At his level, his instincts and intuition are quite sharp, and he has a premonition.

In fact, death came faster than he had imagined. When Qin Ming swung his spear, it not only blocked the old man’s longsword, but also caused more than a dozen bloody holes in the three-time mutated golden rooster, killing it instantly.

“Ah…” the old man shouted, brandishing his knife, trying to escape from mid-air.

However, his opponent below was far more skilled than him. Amidst the dense barrage of gunfire, he couldn’t distinguish between the real and the illusory. With a soft thud, he was pierced through the chest by a spear.

Qin Ming killed him, and then, as if discarding a scarecrow, flung the old man’s body off the spear and sent it flying more than ten meters away, crashing into a wooden house. The people inside were so shocked that they retreated repeatedly.

This was a master in their stronghold, second only to the two most powerful bandits, yet he was killed so easily by the enemy.

At Qin Ming’s signal, the Purple Lightning Beast slowed down, but its cries were heavy. Ignoring the others, it headed straight for the two bandits.

Both bandits looked solemn. One drew a broadsword, and the other held a long spear. They walked forward together.

Just then, from the shadows on one side, another old man appeared silently and suddenly attacked Qin Ming from behind, trying to coordinate with the two bandits in their attack.

Qin Ming gripped the spear in one hand, pointing it at the two bandits in front of him. The spear tip remained motionless, while his left hand swiftly drew the phoenix-patterned longsword from his back. Like a blinding flash of lightning, it cleaved the sword in the old man’s hand that had ambushed him, sending it flying more than twenty meters away.

Qin Ming’s slash carried immense power, and was not hindered even for a moment. After deflecting the longsword, the blade sliced ​​through the night at an even faster speed, severing the old man’s shoulder with a soft thud, leaving him to die with his eyes wide open. Another three-time newcomer had perished!