Mainland Martial Arts

Chapter 445: I can’t bear it anymore, no need to bear it anymore

Seeing this, Chen Xiner was filled with anxiety. She knew full well that if a conflict broke out, the consequences would be disastrous. She hurriedly reached out to grab Xu Tian and Chen Yu, trying to steady them with her meager strength. Her voice trembled as she pleaded, "Xu Tian, ​​Chen Yu, calm down. Don't be impulsive!" However, Xu Tian and Chen Yu were blinded by anger and ignored her.

Xu Tian's chest heaved violently, like a volcano about to erupt. He jerked his head up and roared at the ceiling, a roar that shook the entire Tingya Building, as if threatening to tear the oppressive roof off. Immediately afterwards, a powerful surge of energy surged from his body, spreading outward with the force of a tidal wave. The surrounding tables and chairs were instantly overturned by this powerful force, cups and plates scattered everywhere, and wine and drinks splashed like a chaotic rainstorm.

Ding Wenfeng, Ding Wenming, Li Peng, and Li Jun, who had been standing before Xu Tian, ​​smugly mocking them, were suddenly sent flying by this sudden surge of energy. Like a kite with a broken string, they arced through the air in a chaotic arc before crashing heavily into the wall behind them. Dust rustled down from the wall as they groaned in pain. They collapsed to the ground, staring at Xu Tian in horror. The smugness in their eyes had vanished without a trace, replaced by deep fear and despair.

Li Zhi and Li Mo were terrified by this sudden turn of events, their faces pale. They scrambled to their feet, their legs giving way, and they nearly fell to the ground. Li Zhi's eyes were filled with fear, as if he had witnessed the most terrifying monster in the world. His body trembled, his teeth chattered, and he muttered tremblingly, "This... How is this possible? How can this kid have such powerful strength!" Li Mo's condition was no better. His face was ashen, beads of sweat rolled down his forehead, and his eyes revealed a hint of regret and despair, as if he was upset at having underestimated the strength of Xu Tian and the others. At this moment, his mind was focused on one thing: how to save his own life. The two of them scrambled to the side, huddled in a corner, watching the scene in horror, not daring to breathe.

Ding Mojin, Ding Moxiu, and Ding Moli, however, showed no fear at all. Ding Mojin remained firmly seated, his eyes as cold as millennia-old ice, his Buddhist beads twirling rhythmically as if the surrounding chaos had nothing to do with him. His face was completely calm, eerily composed, as if he had long since transcended the world's conflicts. Or perhaps he possessed absolute confidence in his own power, certain that Xu Tian wouldn't dare to do anything to them.

Ding Moxiu suddenly stood up, his eyes gleaming with arrogance and conceit, as if he held the world in his grasp. He roared at Xu Tian, ​​"How dare you touch us? Our Ding family is protected by City Lord Gao. If you dare touch a hair on our head, you're dead!" His voice, like the cry of a night owl, was sharp and piercing, echoing through Tingya Tower, every word laced with menace and intimidation. His face contorted into a ferocious grin, as if he were enjoying the thrill of controlling life and death, and as if relying on the power of the City Lord, he was certain Xu Tian wouldn't dare cross the line.

Ding Moli chimed in, "Hmph, if you dare mess around today, don't even think about leaving this Tingya Tower alive!" His eyes revealed a hint of viciousness, like a venomous snake lurking in the shadows, ready to deliver a fatal blow at any moment. He folded his arms over his chest and looked at Xu Tian coldly, his eyes seeming to say, "Go ahead and try! I want to see how brave you are."

The atmosphere within Tingya Tower instantly plummeted to a freezing point, the tension suffocating. Xu Tian stood still, his feet firmly planted as if rooted to the ground, his gaze fixed on the three Ding family members, fearless. Although he knew they had the City Lord's backing, he was now consumed by rage, his mind focused on a single thought: to seek justice for the general and to refrain from allowing these people to so brazenly trample upon their dignity.

Surrounding them were the ferocious, greedy, and indifferent faces of the Ding and Li families, like a pack of hungry wolves, glaring intently at these three trapped lambs. However, Xu Tian's eyes held no trace of fear, only blazing fury. Chen Yu's face, though slightly nervous, also revealed a resolute determination. Chen Xin'er, suppressing her inner anger and uneasiness, scanned the surrounding enemies with a resolute gaze, trying to find a glimmer of hope in this desperate situation.

Ding Wenxuan and Ding Wenhao, the younger generation of the Ding family, stepped back unconsciously at Xu Tian's sudden outburst, but their arrogance and arrogance remained undimmed, as if they considered Xu Tian and the other two mere ants to be slaughtered. Ding Wenxuan raised his chin slightly, a cruel sneer playing on his lips. His voice, like the cold tongue of a venomous snake, hissed into the ears of the crowd: "You ignorant wretches, if you dare to touch our Ding family, I will have City Lord Gao kill Xu Tian and Chen Yu, then capture Chen Xin'er and enjoy her, and finally sell her to a brothel and make her suffer a fate worse than death!" As he spoke, his eyes roamed over Chen Xin'er unscrupulously, filled with obscenity and evil, as if already conjuring up a series of unbearable images in his mind.

Ding Wenhao also echoed and let out a creepy laugh: "Haha, that's right, let's see how arrogant you can be then!" His laughter echoed in the silent building, becoming more and more eerie and terrifying, making people's backs cold.

These words lit the fuse of a powder keg, instantly igniting the rage within Xu Tian. His eyes instantly turned red, like two balls of blazing flames. The murderous intent within them made the air around them freeze. His body trembled slightly, not from fear, but from the instinctive reaction of extreme anger. Every muscle was tense, like a fully drawn bow, ready to unleash deadly force at any moment.

Before anyone could react, Xu Tian moved. Unreservedly displaying the immense strength of a Seventh-Rank Grandmaster, his form vanished like a flash of black lightning. His speed was so swift that it was impossible to track him down. It was as if he had melted into the darkness, becoming a part of the night.

In the blink of an eye, Xu Tian appeared beside Ding Moxiu and Ding Mojin. His fist, raised high, whirred with the sound of wind, as if it could rip the air apart. This single punch, condensing all his strength and rage, slammed down on Ding Moxiu and Ding Mojin. Wherever his fist passed, the air seemed compressed, crackling with a sound like the roar of an enraged thunder god.