The Ming Dynasty: Starting with the Somersault Cloud, Old Zhu was so envious he cried!

"Do you know what this is?"

Zhu Ming picked up the magic light stick and slowly waved it in front of everyone, the gem on the tip of the stick flashing incessantly in the firelight.

Zhao Le didn't care what kind of mystery he was playing.

He shoved aside the subordinate protecting him and yelled at the top of his lungs, "I don't care what that is!"

"Brothers, get him!" He pointed at Zhu Ming, his eyes filled with greed and desire. "Whoever takes down this brat will get a reward of a thousand taels of silver! Cash! Cash on the spot!"

One thousand taels of silver!

The crowd erupted in chaos.

The subordinates who were just moments ago cowering and waiting to see how things would turn out, suddenly turned red in the eyes.

They were all panting heavily, gripping their knives and spears tightly, looking at Zhu Ming as if he were a moving mountain of gold.

With such a generous reward, people completely forgot about gods and immortals.

The group at the very front didn't even care about formation anymore, and charged straight at Zhu Ming.

He held the knife high in his hand, shouting incoherently, as if he wanted to be the first to pounce on the little child and pin him down.

"Charge!"

Someone shouted, and thousands of people roared and surged towards Zhu Ming.

Zhu Ming stood still, motionless.

He didn't run, didn't hide, and didn't even take a step back. He just smiled and watched the overwhelming crowd rushing towards him, like watching a flock of ducks jumping into a pot.

Only when the crowd rushed up to him did he slowly raise the magic light stick in his hand.

"You guys really don't know what a treasure you've got." Zhu Ming held the Divine Light Stick up to his eyes, shook his head, and said with a regretful look, "This thing is much more powerful than the Copying Mirror."

As soon as he finished speaking, he pressed the button on the stick with his thumb.

With a "click".

The silvery-white stick suddenly unfolded in his hand, its two wings flapping out like a silver butterfly about to take flight, and the gemstone shone with a dazzling white light.

Zhu Ming held the unfolded magic light stick, mimicking the posture he had seen in his memory.

First, hold the stick horizontally in front of your chest, then take a deep breath and suddenly raise the stick high above your head.

"Tiga!!"

The child's sweet, innocent voice exploded in the night sky.

That shout,

Zhu Ming was secretly delighted.

When he was a child, he looked through his memories and saw Ultraman Tiga in them.

He was incredibly envious at the time, and always wanted a magic wand.

After dreaming about it for so many years, today it's finally his turn to act it out in real life.

Then, the whole world fell silent.

The white light from the stick suddenly surged, like a sun rising in the courtyard, the beam shooting straight into the sky, illuminating the entire street in a white haze.

The wind blew in from all directions, making the flags flutter and the dust on the ground swirl upwards.

Even the clouds in the sky were ripped open by this beam of light, creating a huge hole.

Everyone was blinded by the light and screamed as they covered their faces and backed away.

Within the beam of light, Zhu Ming's small figure began to expand wildly.

Three meters, five meters, ten meters, twenty meters, forty meters, sixty meters...

When the white light dissipated, what stood in the center of the courtyard was a giant who could stand tall and firm.

Its body is a mix of red, silver, and purple, with shoulders as broad as mountains and arms thicker than roof beams. Its enormous eyes gleam with a captivating light in the night.

It lowered its head slightly, its gaze sweeping over the large mass of dark figures at its feet, exuding an extremely oppressive aura.

The thousands of people who had been yelling and charging forward just moments before were all stunned.

The first few charged forward, their knives raised in mid-air, but they remained frozen in place.

They looked up at the giant, who was dozens of times taller than them, and the swords he held clattered to the ground.

"Oh my god..."

"What...what is this thing?!"

"A monster! It's a monster!!"

The crowd seemed to have had their bones removed; those in front were paralyzed on the ground, while those behind wanted to run but their legs were too trembling to move.

Thousands of people were crammed together, some crying, some shouting, some kneeling, creating complete chaos.

Some people were so scared they wet their pants on the spot, while others prostrated themselves on the ground, kowtowing and babbling incoherently.

Zhao Le stood at the back of the crowd, craning his neck to look at the giant who looked down on the entire scene, his whole body trembling.

He stood there with his mouth agape, unable to close it for a long time, before finally snapping out of his daze and grabbing Hugh beside him:

"God, immortal...he really is an immortal!"

Hughes wasn't in much better shape; his face was as white as a sheet of paper, the knife in his hand clattered to the ground, and his lips trembled for a long time before he finally managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"My dad... what on earth did my dad mess with...?"

Inside the house, Huang Zi'an and Wang Defa were peering through the window cracks, completely dumbfounded.

Huang Zi'an remained motionless, his mouth agape, still pressed against the window. After a long while, he finally let out a dry, guttural sound:

"Your Majesty... I can't believe my eyes... His Highness the Sixth Prince... he's turned into a giant?"

Wang Defa also stood there, stunned, as if frozen in place. After a long while, he shook his head woodenly.

"You're not mistaken...it really is a giant..."

Huang Zi'an came to his senses, then suddenly collapsed to the ground with a thud, muttering to himself:

"I...I was just advising His Highness to retreat...I was worried that his plan was unreliable..."

He swallowed hard and added:

"His Highness the Sixth Prince is truly a divine being..."

Xu Miaoyun leaned against the window without saying a word.

She looked up at the towering giant, then looked down at the pair of dark tubes on her index finger, and a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

In the courtyard, the towering giant lowered his head, looking at the vast expanse of people sprawled like mud at his feet, and slowly spoke, his voice rolling across the entire street like muffled thunder:

"Now, do you still want that mirror?"

The thousand people present were completely silent.

The giant lowered his head, his gleaming eyes staring silently at Zhao Le and Hu Ge.

Zhao Le's body went limp, and he fell to his knees with a thud, kowtowing repeatedly.

"Your Highness, God, spare my life!"

"I was blind and didn't recognize your greatness. I'll never dare to do it again. We don't want that mirror anymore, we don't want anything at all. Please, have mercy!"

His voice cracked, and he cried with snot and tears streaming down his face.

But the giant did not respond.

Those huge eyes were so calm and undisturbed, they just stared at him as if he were looking at two ants that he would rather crush.

"What are you babbling about? I can't hear a word you say! It's so annoying!"

A muffled thunderous sound rolled down from the sky.

Zhao Le and Hu Ge turned pale and scrambled to squeeze into the crowd.

Because the giant lifted his foot.

That foot was ridiculously large; the instep was higher than the roof beam, and each of its five toes was bigger than a person's head.

When it rose, half the street was shrouded in shadow, and it crashed down with a whooshing sound.

"boom--!!"

The earth trembled violently, as if struck by a mountain, and dust billowed up, obscuring the sky.

Even the doors and windows inside the house were buzzing.

Several people standing on the periphery were thrown away by the blast wave.

The area where Zhao Le and Hu Ge were located was directly trampled into.

Just moments ago, there were thousands of people packed tightly together, but with this one step, hundreds of people fell silent on the spot.

The screams rose in unison, then abruptly ceased.

When the dust settled and everyone looked again, their legs went weak.

The spot beneath the giant's feet.

It has been flattened.

Hundreds of lives,

Not even a complete shadow was left.

Only that enormous footprint, deeply embedded in the ground, large enough to hold several houses, stood like a mark branded onto the earth.