Chapter 58 is nothing special.

The old man, who had been reborn three times, died. After falling to the ground, his upper body convulsed slightly for a few breaths.

Night fell, and cold snowflakes drifted down. Even the bright fire could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of the people of Jinji Ridge.

The feeling they got from that one man on horseback was no less than that of a densely packed, powerful cavalry charging at the same time; the pressure it brought them was immense.

That was a veteran expert who had been reborn three times in the mountain stronghold, yet he was cut down with a single slash by the man riding on the Purple Lightning Beast. The two severed pieces of his body seemed to fall on their hearts, and the crimson blood not only stained the snow but also seemed to drench them to the core.

The two bandits had cold eyes. Although their hearts were heavy, they were not afraid of fighting. They had killed countless people over the years and had been tempered by blood and fire. This could not shake them.

Most importantly, this person arrived riding a Purple Lightning Beast. This kind of anomaly is even faster than a human who has been reborn five times. The two of them simply cannot outrun it.

If the two were to separate and escape, they would inevitably be defeated one by one. Judging from the strength of this person in front of them, who had single-handedly broken into Jinji Ridge at night, it was clear that he intended to wipe out everyone.

Qin Ming rode the Purple Lightning Beast forward, its heavy, powerful hooves landing on the ground, unhurried and slow, like the resounding beat of a drum, awe-inspiring and intimidating.

Many bandits were terrified. Although they had seen blood and were extremely ferocious, they now wanted to escape. The powerful hoofbeats seemed to trample on their increasingly fragile minds.

Qin Ming gripped the spear in his right hand, pointing it straight ahead. With a flick of his left hand, he swung the longsword, causing drops of bright red blood to fall to the ground before raising the blade.

“What are you all standing there for? Let’s surround and wipe him out!” a bandit leader said, his cold words sending chills down the spines of many.

This was a warning to them: they were not allowed to escape, they had to join the fight.

They knew all too well the methods of this faction; even if the two great bandits were defeated and killed, the Golden Bandits above would still deal ruthlessly with those who were afraid to fight today.

At that moment, a bandit wielded a broadsword wider than a palm and slashed at a man and a horse in front of him, as if struck by lightning.

The other bandit wielded a heavy and powerful spear, its blade dazzling in the light of the fire. He leaped forward like a rainbow, bringing with him a gust of wind and stirring up the snow on the ground.

Previously, the two bandits had observed Qin Ming’s abilities and concluded that he was also a fourth-generation newcomer, someone they could fight, but it was still uncertain who would win.

Undeterred, Qin Ming flicked his right hand, scattering the swirling snow and deflecting the sharp spear blade, before thrusting it towards the man’s heart.

He simultaneously slashed out with the long sword in his left hand, colliding with the greatsword in the other person’s hand, sparks flying everywhere, and he spurred his beast forward.

With a sword in his left hand and a spear in his right, Qin Ming used the astonishing speed of the Purple Lightning Beast to generate a terrifying impact, causing two bandits to stagger backwards all by himself.

The expressions of the others around them changed. Those were two leaders, and even with their combined efforts, they were forced back by the opponent alone.

The two bandits felt their blood surging, and a chill ran down their spines, because their opponent’s strength was exceptionally powerful, far surpassing their own.

Qin Ming, riding the Purple Lightning Beast, did not stop and rushed towards the wooden house behind the two. At the same time, the sound of hinges was heard urgently.

With a deafening roar, a terrifying explosion rang out. Someone was operating a special ballista, and long, spear-like arrows were launched. Qin Ming dodged one of them, but it created a terrifying gust of air and flew past his ear. He could clearly feel the immense power behind it.

He struck another large arrow with his sword, changing its direction and piercing through a house, piercing a person standing in the snow and drawing out a large amount of blood.

At the same time, Qin Ming used his long sword to cleave through the wooden houses and other obstacles in front of him, his bright sword light shredding everything in his way.

Two old men rushed out, each holding a long spear, and thrust it at him.

Two powerful bandits from the rear also quickly closed in and launched an attack.

Qin Ming had long known that there were more than just one or two survivors from the three rebirths at Jinji Ridge. Last time, he personally witnessed four elders emerge alive from the Great Rift Valley.

He had already sensed that three newcomers were lying in wait here, and now he wanted to eliminate them first so that they wouldn’t get in the way when he faced off against the two great bandits.

Most importantly, he feared that these three new recruits might secretly escape, as they were much faster than other mountain bandits.

As for the two bandits who also wanted to escape, they would naturally be his first choice to pursue and kill.

The two old bandits were struck as if by lightning. The opponent’s strength was too great and unmatched. Their arms were convulsing and trembling.

What’s most terrifying is that the opponent’s spear and longsword seem to have life and soul, having reached a level that is beyond their reach. Although the opponent is killing, all of their movements have a strange charm, giving people a visual sense of beauty. Even killing seems to have become an art.

Qin Ming’s longsword slashed continuously, the blade light layer upon layer, recreating the sword intent between the sea and the sky. The layers of sword light piled up, snagging away the spear in the old man’s hand. With a light slash from the blade, blood seeped from the old man’s neck, and then he collapsed, his head falling to the ground.

Another old man was overwhelmed by the shadows of guns. His spear was knocked away, and in an instant, the opponent’s spear pierced his chest. He was lifted up and held high in the air.

Qin Ming shook his spear, and the dozens of spear shadows that should have appeared erupted inside the opponent’s body, instantly shattering the body of this old man who had been reborn three times!

This scene sent a chill down the spines of both bandits.

Upon seeing this, the other bandits felt a chill run down their spines, a coldness spreading from head to toe. The sight of such a fierce man and horse filled them with fear, and they wanted to flee the area immediately.

Who cares about whether the gold thieves will be punished later? Right now, survival is the most important thing. They realized that even the two leaders couldn’t stop this man.

Someone ran away!

“Stop right there!” a bandit shouted.

Qin Ming clashed fiercely with the two bandits several times, then charged past them, riding his Purple Lightning Beast to chase them onto the mountain path. He unleashed a series of sword strikes, killing all six men, who fell into pools of blood.

Several bandits behind them were pale-faced, their path blocked.

Qin Ming stood with his sword drawn, coldly watching them, and rode his Purple Lightning Beast once again towards the mountain stronghold.

“Who exactly are you? When did Golden Rooster Ridge ever offend you?” one of the bandits couldn’t hold back any longer; he still didn’t know the other party’s identity.

“If this stronghold is wiped out, the Gold Bandits won’t let it go unpunished,” another bandit leader said, his confidence clearly waning.

“You bandits have not changed your thieving nature after being recruited by the government, but have become even more wicked, causing havoc in the area. Do you think the city lord will let it go? Even outsiders are getting angry. Your evil deeds are too numerous to count. If Golden Rooster Ridge is not destroyed, even the heavens will not stand by and watch!” Qin Ming said hoarsely.

The two bandits were filled with suspicion and had a bad feeling. The other party mentioned the city lord and the people outside the secular world, which meant that they might indeed attack them.

A new broom sweeps clean, and it might just reach their side. Besides, they recently collaborated with a mysterious beast, only to have it vanish without a trace.

Qin Ming charged forward on his beast, and the remaining bandits scattered and fled.

“What’s the panic? Let’s go to the back mountain!” a bandit shouted.

Immediately, some people’s eyes flickered, and they ran towards the back mountain.

Qin Ming then drew his bow again and shot several more people dead.

Two bandits charged close, forcing him to draw his sword again to fight.

This time, Qin Ming focused on his swordsmanship. A hazy light flowed from his blade, and the phoenix-patterned longsword seemed to be given life, carrying the sound of wind and thunder, accompanied by patches of bright light, as if it were about to cut a line through the sky.

The two bandits trembled. Their opponent’s life level was similar to theirs, and he had actually reached a level in the realm of swordsmanship that they had to look up to. It was only because the light of heaven could not be emitted along the outside of the sword that it would be even more terrifying.

They strongly suspected that, based solely on his understanding of swordsmanship, this person might be no less skilled than some gold thieves.

puff!

One man was stabbed in the shoulder, and blood splattered everywhere.

Qin Ming was somewhat surprised. The instincts of a fourth-generation newcomer were indeed very strong. His original intention was to sever the opponent’s shoulder and kill him in one blow.

As it turned out, the opponent had anticipated this and only grazed the shoulder, without even breaking any bones.

The bandit, in a fit of rage, abandoned his broadsword and, with an incredibly sharp sense of perception, seized an opportunity, catching Qin Ming’s slashing longsword with both hands.

Although the bandit’s hands emitted wisps of light to protect himself, his palms were still injured, and bright red blood flowed down.

With a snap, he broke the long sword in Qin Ming’s hand.

Are these the fourth generation of newborns? They are indeed much stronger than those elders. Their total amount of celestial light has increased dramatically. In a sense, they would be even more dangerous when fighting bare-handed.

Another bandit launched a fierce attack, trying to suppress Qin Ming and prevent him from grasping the spear.

The two realized that this mysterious man’s swordsmanship and marksmanship had reached a level they could not match, possessing the power to turn the rotten into the miraculous. If he continued to grow like this, he would truly be sublimated, with his killing power surging again amidst artistic beauty, his skill approaching the Dao.

Undeterred, Qin Ming also wanted to test his Heavenly Light Force. He threw his longsword, and with a soft thud, it pierced through a bandit in the distance.

Then, he faced his enemy bare-handed.

The two bandits attacked quickly and fiercely, arriving from both sides one after the other.

Qin Ming’s left hand met that of a bandit, colliding solidly with his palm, their respective Heavenly Light Forces erupting instantly.

In an instant, the bandit was sent flying backward, clutching his hand. His face was pale, and his right hand was covered in blood, with a large chunk of flesh stuck to it.

Not only that, a terrifying penetrating force entered his palm and wreaked havoc, leaving his right hand a bloody mess and three finger bones broken.

Qin Ming leaped up, breaking free from the Purple Lightning Beast, and met another bandit who pounced like a hawk in mid-air. The two clashed several times in a very short time.

This bandit fared even worse; his hands were completely deformed. He screamed and was thrown six or seven meters away. His hands were like chicken claws, unable to straighten. Most of his flesh was torn away, and his finger bones were broken.

“He has combined several types of Heavenly Light Force!”

“Why are you targeting us?” A chill ran through the two of them. The fact that they could already fuse several types of Heavenly Light Force after only four rebirths was something that a small organization could not cultivate; they must have a powerful background.

They didn’t know that Qin Ming was only a third-time newcomer.

“Was I too strong, or did I overestimate you all? The bandits who have been reborn four times are nothing special.” Qin Ming said in a hoarse voice, looking down at his hands.

He immediately sat back on the back of the Purple Lightning Beast. The beast, which had just started to stride away and was about to gallop away, could only grind its teeth in secret.

In fact, it had the opportunity to try to run away, but it was intimidated by Qin Ming’s power and was afraid of being killed by him like those bandits.

Qin Ming patted its head and said, “You made the right choice. See this spear of mine? It was prepared for you. If you dare to run, I’ll throw it with all my might and I guarantee I can pin you to the mountain path.”

The two bandits retreated, now completely losing the confidence and strength to fight Qin Ming to the death.

They turned and left, using the buildings as cover to try and shake off their opponents, rushing towards the back of the mountain.

Qin Ming rode his Purple Lightning Beast in pursuit, and along the way, he stabbed a bandit to death with his spear. With a forceful shake of the spear, the body was torn to pieces.

Then, he saw what was on the back mountain and muttered to himself, “No wonder it’s called Golden Rooster Ridge.”

…

In the deep darkness of the night, at the foot of Jinji Ridge, in the dense forest beside the road, several people stood silently in the darkness, and a woman seemed to be pondering something.

“Does Miss want to wait any longer?” a maid beside her asked in a low voice.

In the dim forest, a woman with a slender figure and an indistinct face said, “Hmm, let’s wait and see. That figure riding the Purple Lightning Beast looks somewhat familiar…”

Who does he look like?

“Cui Chonghe.”