In the ancient city, the streets were blocked by soldiers throughout the city, all hunting the murderer.
With nearly a hundred pursuers behind them, Ning Chen dragged Xia He along as they fled. Aside from his fists and feet, he displayed no extraordinary martial prowess.
The ancient city was remote, with very few martial arts experts. Yet Ning Chen, taking Xia He with him, forcibly carved out a path to survival with nothing but his fists and feet.
On the city streets, the sight of people and horses sprawled in disarray was astonishing. Soldiers from all over the city had been deployed, yet they still could not catch the two. The lord of the ancient city was burning with fury and continued mobilizing large forces to block them.
Near the city gates, Ning Chen seized a general's horse, hauled Xia He onto its back, and immediately raced toward the gates ahead.
"Close the gates, quickly!"
Behind them, the pursuing soldiers shouted anxiously.
Beneath the gates, more than a dozen guarding soldiers heard the order and immediately began pushing the enormous gates forged of goldwood, determined to leave the two trapped inside.
A hundred zhang away, Ning Chen slapped the horse's back and sprang down. His feet skimmed the ground as he shot toward the gates ahead.
Beneath the gates, more than half the soldiers immediately broke off to intercept him. Yet in the span of a single breath, the intercepting soldiers were scattered, unable to halt the steps of the One Who Knows Fate.
Before the gates, Ning Chen swept in and, in midair, directly kicked two soldiers flying.
The force was overwhelming. The two soldiers crashed into the men beneath the gates, knocking down more than half of them, and the slowly closing gates came to a halt.
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