Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 457 Entering the Ding Family

Watching this, Ming Zeshu mused that even if he joined forces with Gao Jinghao, they would likely struggle to withstand Xu Tian's terrifying power. But now that things had come to this, he had no way out. If he didn't act, Lingyuan City would be devastated. With this thought, he took a deep breath, a look of determination flashing in his eyes. Then, he leaped high, streaking across the night sky like a shooting star, landing directly beside Xu Tian. They stood shoulder to shoulder with Gao Jinghao, fighting together against this out-of-control "demon."

The two of them joined forces, and for a time, they were evenly matched with Xu Tian. Ming Zeshu, panting as he fought, said to Gao Jinghao, "City Lord, we're no match for him yet. We must find Ding Junhao to help us seal his power." His voice was hoarse with tension and exhaustion, and beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, dripping onto the dusty ground before disappearing in an instant. His eyes revealed anxiety and helplessness, and he constantly observed the rhythm of Xu Tian's attacks, searching for flaws.

Gao Jinghao showed a hint of confusion and surprise on his face when he heard this. He swung his sword with all his might, deflecting Xu Tian's heavy punch, and replied with a gasp: "Aren't you mortal enemies? Why did you think of him today?" His eyes were full of confusion. At this critical moment of life and death, Ming Zeshu's proposal surprised him a little.

Ming Zeshu glared at Gao Jinghao fiercely and shouted, "Don't you see that this man has lost his mind? Without Ding Junhao, the two of us have no chance of winning." His eyes were full of anxiety and anger, and he secretly blamed Gao Jinghao for asking such a question at this time, wasting his energy.

Gao Jinghao dodged Xu Tian's kick, a wry smile on his face. He said helplessly, "Ding Junhao is indeed needed, but who among us can hold him back?" His eyes revealed a hint of despair, knowing that in their current state, holding Xu Tian back would be difficult. His arms were already aching, and every swing of his sword felt like he was bearing a heavy burden.

Ming Zeshu looked around, his heart aching at the devastated streets and houses. He gritted his teeth and said decisively, "We should evacuate first. We can't sustain this kind of exhaustion. We should recover a bit before we come back together." His eyes revealed a hint of determination, knowing that conserving strength was the best strategy at this moment. He quickly formed seals with his hands and cast a defensive spell, temporarily blocking Xu Tian's attack.

Gao Jinghao glanced at Ming Zeshu, then at the frantically attacking Xu Tian. He nodded helplessly and said, "Alright, that's all we can do." His voice was filled with fatigue and weakness, as if he had aged a lot in an instant. His steps were a little unsteady, but he still held on, preparing to cooperate with Ming Zeshu to evacuate.

The two exchanged glances, then synced up in tacit understanding. Gao Jinghao plunged his sword into the ground, his Qi circulating. With a roar, the surrounding dust and sand were swept up by a powerful force, forming a thick cloud of dust. Ming Zeshu seized the opportunity to dance with his hands, unleashing a set of exquisite finger techniques. Rays of light shot out from his fingertips, merging into the cloud and thickening it, obscuring Xu Tian's vision. Amidst this chaos, the two men seized their opportunity, flashed, and swiftly retreated towards the city, slithering like loaches.

Although Xu Tian had lost his mind, his fighting instincts remained sharp. Sensing something amiss, he suddenly paused his attack and glanced around warily. Smoke and dust thickened the surroundings, making it nearly pitch dark. He frowned, a hint of confusion and anger in his eyes. Then, he thrust his right hand forward, unleashing a powerful force that whipped up a gust of wind. The wind howled, sweeping past and instantly dispersing the surrounding smoke and dust. However, when the smoke and dust cleared, he found no one before him, only the devastated streets and houses.

Xu Tian was instantly enraged. He raised his head to the heavens and roared, his voice resounding throughout Lingyuan City, as if venting his inner rage. Then, he frantically attacked the surrounding buildings, crumbling them wherever his fists and feet touched, sending bricks and stones flying. His eyes were filled with rage and a desire for destruction, as if he would destroy the entire world to quell his rage.

Gao Jinghao and Ming Zeshu, who had already fled some distance, heard a loud noise behind them, their hearts tightening. Gao Jinghao, looking at the chaotic scene in the city, his face as pale as paper, said, "We have to act quickly, otherwise there will be more casualties." His eyes revealed a trace of pain and self-blame. As the mayor of Lingyuan City, he was unable to protect his people, and he felt extremely guilty. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, and blood flowed through his fingers.

At this moment, the entire city rushed toward the four gates, the crowd surging like a tidal wave. Fear and despair filled their faces as they pushed and shoved each other, their cries and shouts blending into a tragic scene. Many fell to the ground in the crush, trampled by those behind them, but no one cared about them now; everyone was simply trying to escape this terrifying city as quickly as possible.

Gao Jinghao and Ming Zeshu watched this scene, their hearts filled with helplessness and grief. But they also knew they didn't have time to care about these people. If they couldn't resolve Xu Tian's situation, everyone would die. Only by sealing Xu Tian's power could they save this city and its inhabitants. With this thought in mind, they suppressed their grief and quickened their pace, running towards the Ding family.

The Ding family mansion, nestled in the heart of Lingyuan City, was shrouded in a tense atmosphere. Servants, armed and armed, patrolled nervously, their eyes revealing a hint of unease and fear. Gao Jinghao and Ming Zeshu arrived at the Ding family's gate, their gaze fixed on the tightly closed door, a sense of unease rising within them.

"We can't delay any longer," Gao Jinghao whispered, his voice hoarse but full of power. Ming Zeshu nodded slightly, a flicker of determination in his eyes. The two men crouched slightly, their leg muscles tensed, like cheetahs poised for a pounce. In an instant, they exerted their strength, leaping high like arrows from a bow, drawing two sharp arcs in the moonlight.

They easily passed through the towering gate and landed steadily in the mansion courtyard. The moment they touched down, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed from all directions. Several figures quickly gathered around them. They were none other than the Ding family's servants. They held long swords and looked nervous. However, when they saw that it was Gao Jinghao, their eyes instantly turned to awe. Their legs gave way, and they knelt in unison with a thump.