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

The hundreds of people who narrowly escaped the kick all collapsed to the ground, panting heavily, their bodies trembling like leaves.

They thought they had been given a second chance at life.

That foot stepped on the area where Zhao Le and Hu Ge were. They were far away, so it was like they had just taken a trip to the gates of hell before retreating.

Someone lay on the ground, shivering and muttering, "I survived... I survived..."

Some people have already started planning to escape this place as soon as possible.

The master of the house is all dead, and no one will give the reward money. Now, if they run home and burrow into the quilt, who can find them?

Unfortunately, they were dreaming.

The giant slowly turned around.

Those huge, gleaming eyes swept over their heads like two lanterns suspended in mid-air.

The hundreds of people, under that gaze, didn't even dare to breathe.

They lay on the ground, desperately trying to curl themselves into a ball, wishing they could disappear into a crack in the ground.

The giant didn't speak, but slowly raised his hand.

A fist, bigger than a house when clenched, with knuckles like small mounds, casts a large shadow in the moonlight.

The shadows stretched longer and longer, looming over their heads like a dark cloud that seemed to have fallen from the sky.

Some people looked up at the fist, their Adam's apple bobbing, wanting to shout but unable to utter a sound; tears welled up in their eyes first.

When it was lifted up, it stirred up a gust of wind, causing the pebbles on the ground to tumble and roll, and even the eaves of the houses along the street to shed tiles with a clatter.

Then, the fist moved.

It swung in a wide arc, whistling through the air, and fell from the sky!

"boom!!!"

The first punch landed squarely on the densest part of the crowd.

The earth shook violently, as if struck by a hammer, sending dust billowing high into the air.

The dozens of people in the pit disappeared without even having a chance to shout.

Before the remaining people could react, the second punch had already landed.

"boom!!"

"boom!!"

"boom!!"

Punch after punch, so fast that no one could even run away.

Those fists, as big as small mountains, rained down, smashing the entire street to pieces.

Someone ran outside crying, but after only two steps, everything went black, a "small mountain" fell down, and the person was gone.

One of the Zhao family members, who couldn't run anymore, simply knelt on the ground, closed his eyes, and kept chanting "May Buddha bless us."

Unfortunately, before he could finish speaking, a shadow fell over his head, and then the sound stopped.

One of the young men was so frightened that he dropped his knife and scrambled up the wall on all fours.

He had only climbed a few feet when a fist scraped across the ground and crushed him and the wall, killing them both instantly.

Some people were so scared that they lay on the ground pretending to be dead, not moving at all, but the fists didn't care whether you were alive or dead, they kept hitting you.

Someone knelt on the ground and kowtowed desperately, his forehead bleeding, crying out, "Gods, spare me! Spare me!" But before the words even finished, he was gone.

The whole street looked like it had been hit by a natural disaster.

The commotion here had already alerted the entire county.

The person who was fast asleep was jolted awake, first hearing a muffled "boom".

Then came the second sound, the third sound...

Each sound grew closer and louder than the last, causing dust to fall from the roof beams and the teacups on the table to clang and rattle.

Some people were so frightened that they crawled into bed, covered their heads, trembled, and didn't dare to breathe.

Some of the bolder ones put on a coat, pushed open the door, and peered in the direction of the noise. But once they saw it, they couldn't stop talking.

In the distance, in mid-air,

A towering giant was slamming his fists into the ground, one after another.

With each punch, the earth exploded with a loud "boom."

It rolled across the entire county like thunder.

The vibrations made the soles of people's feet go numb.

Gusts of wind swept down the street, making everyone's robes flutter and their hair fly.

Some people squinted to barely make out the deep craters that the giant had punched.

"My God..."

"What is that?"

"Is this some kind of battle between gods?"

"After he beats up others, he won't come after us, will he?"

Neighbors gathered in twos and threes at the doorway, looking at each other, none daring to get closer.

Some people's legs went weak, and they slid slowly to the ground while holding onto the door frame, taking a long time to recover.

The city night watchman's gong was almost cracking from repeated striking.

While banging on the doors and windows, they shouted at the top of their lungs, "Close the doors and windows! Close all the doors and windows!"

His voice trembled and became out of tune.

Even he himself didn't know who he was shouting to.

Some wealthy families woke up their families overnight to pack their valuables, preparing to leave the city before dawn to hide.

Some timid merchants lay under the counter, bolting the door again and again, their legs trembling.

That night, the entire town of Qingshui County was sleepless.

The street corner, which was just packed with thousands of people, is now a pile of ruins.

The wall collapsed, the ground cracked, and deep pits connected together, creating a pitted and uneven landscape, as if it had been hit by a meteorite.

Inside and outside the pit, there were scattered knives, spears, torches, and shoes, but no one was in sight.

Those who were yelling and rushing upwards just moments ago have vanished without a trace.

Only a few dozen people were left alive, lying sprawled on the edge of the ruins, trembling all over, unable to even stand up.

Some people tried to crawl away, but after a couple of steps they were too tired and lay there like dehydrated fish.

"Bang--"

The final punch remained suspended in mid-air, not landing.

The remaining dozens of people, with their eyes closed, were trembling like leaves, waiting for a long time, but the fist never came down.

Some of the bolder ones secretly opened one eye.

The fist was hovering right above their heads, only a few feet away.

The shadow cast by that fist alone completely enveloped them.

Some people fainted on the spot, and others had their crotches soaked, but no one dared to make a sound, and they even tried to conserve their breath.

The giant slowly straightened up, glanced down at them, and then ignored them.

It turned around, and with a "bang," it transformed into a ball of white light, reverting back to being the six-year-old child.

Zhu Ming patted the dust off his clothes, rubbed his arms, and skipped back to the yard, muttering to himself:

"I'm exhausted... It took me ages to transform, and I still had to throw punches myself. My arms are sore."

"This broken stick, could you add an automatic hitting function next time?"

He walked to the door, glanced back at the ruins, and shouted at the dozens of people sprawled on the ground:

"Hey, you lot, listen up!" Zhu Ming said, hands on his hips, his voice not loud, but each word slammed into the ground. "I'm sparing your lives today because I'm in a good mood and don't want to bother with you."

He paused, then glanced around at the people below: "But what if you're not satisfied?"

"Go back and call people, call your relatives, call people from your village, call everyone you can."

"The more the better, I'll wait here."

"One comes, I kill one; a thousand come, I kill a thousand; ten thousand come..."

He grinned: "I'll still kill them."

"Remember this, from now on, Qingshui County will be under my protection, Zhu Ming."

"Anyone who dares to covet this place again will suffer the same fate as your hundreds of companions."

"I'm showing mercy today, for the first and last time."

Dozens of people lay on the ground, not daring to lift their heads or even breathe.

Zhu Ming nodded in satisfaction, turned and went into the courtyard, closing the door behind him.