The old man who had undergone Third New Life died. After he fell to the ground, the upper half of his body twitched faintly for several breaths.
Night shrouded the mountain, and icy snowflakes drifted down. Even the bright glow of the Fire Spring could not dispel the gloom in the hearts of those at Golden Chicken Ridge.
That lone rider felt to them like a dense host of powerful armored cavalry charging all at once. The pressure he brought was immense.
He was a veteran expert of their stronghold who had undergone Third New Life, yet the man riding the Violet Lightning Beast had cut him down with a single stroke. The two halves of his corpse seemed to crash upon their hearts. His scarlet blood not only stained the snow but also drenched them in a chill that pierced to the bone.
The two bandit chiefs' eyes were cold. Though their hearts were heavy, they did not shrink from battle. They had killed countless people over the years and been tempered by blood and fire. This was not enough to shake them.
Most importantly, the man had come riding a Violet Lightning Beast. That creature was even faster than a human who had undergone Fifth New Life. Neither of them could outrun it.
If the two of them fled separately, they would be picked off one by one. Judging by this man's boldness in riding alone into Golden Chicken Ridge at night, he clearly meant to wipe out everyone here.
Qin Ming rode the Violet Lightning Beast forward. Its heavy, powerful hooves struck the ground at an unhurried pace, like muffled drumbeats that shook the air and cowed the heart.
Many bandits lost their nerve. They were accustomed to bloodshed and fierce by nature, but now they wanted