Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 470 The Extraterrestrial Black Hand Reappears

Above Tianyuan City, the rift stretching for thousands of miles suddenly lit up.

The dark red light suddenly surged, as if someone had lit a fire behind the crack, turning the entire sky red.

People on the street instinctively looked up, and then their expressions changed from curiosity to fear.

A hand emerged from the crack.

It wasn't a human hand; it was something unknown.

It has five fingers, each as thick as a mountain, and its entire body is covered with jet-black scales. Each scale looks like red-hot iron with a dark red sheen at the edges.

A magma-like light flowed from their fingertips, like blood vessels running through their skin.

The entire hand covered half the sky, casting a shadow that covered a radius of a hundred miles around Tianyuan City, like a giant lid being put down.

Screams echoed throughout the streets.

Some people collapsed to the ground, their legs too weak to stand, and could only look up at the approaching hand, their mouths agape, unable to utter a sound.

Some people turned and ran, but after two steps their legs gave way and they fell to the ground, too weak to even crawl.

Some people stood there in a daze, unaware that they had dropped what they were holding. They just tilted their heads back, staring at the hand, as if they were frozen in place.

The vendor's cart was knocked over by the panicked crowd, and fruit and tartare were scattered all over the ground, but no one picked them up.

Children were crying, adults were shouting, and mythical beasts were howling. The whole city was like a pot of boiling porridge.

The guests at the inn rushed out with their bags, and the innkeeper shouted after them, "The bills haven't been settled yet!" but no one paid any attention to him.

Lin Chen squinted at the black hand that had fallen from the sky.

He didn't project his consciousness outwards; he simply stood there, looking up.

But he knew it was aimed at him.

That day, when he used his divine sense to probe the crack, the half-step Saint Venerable had already located his position.

This palm strike wasn't meant to destroy Tianyuan City; it was a test of him.

To test just how strong the strongest power in this world truly is, and to test just how capable the one who dares to peer into it truly is.

boom--!

The protective formation of Tianyuan City has been automatically activated.

Beams of light shot into the sky from all parts of the city, connecting the array base and the array eye.

Between the pillars of light, the rays of light merged into one, transforming into a pale golden light shield that enveloped the entire Tianyuan City.

The light shield was covered with runes, which seemed to be alive.

Zhang Yiyuan flew out of the city lord's mansion, his white robes fluttering in the wind, his white hair dancing wildly in the air, holding the Tianyuan Sword, the divine weapon passed down by all the previous city lords of Tianyuan City.

He unleashed his full power and aura as a peak Celestial Immortal without reservation.

The black hand slammed down, its five fingers spread wide, obscuring the sky and the sun.

The dark red light from the fingertips left five long trails in the air, like five shooting stars falling from the sky.

The air within a radius of a hundred miles was compressed to its limit, emitting a piercing explosion. The surface of the moat outside Tianyuan City burst open, and water splashed hundreds of feet high.

The ground was trembling, and cracks appeared in the city walls.

At the same time, all thirty-six city guards raised their battle flags and poured in their spiritual power.

The array flags emitted a dazzling light, which merged into one, instantly making the protective array's light shield more solid.

The black hand ran into the city's protective formation.

"boom--"

The loud noise shook the entire city.

Shop signs fell down with a crash, and roof tiles shattered and broke all over the ground.

The bluestone slabs on the street were cracked, like spider webs.

Dishes that hadn't been cleared away from the restaurant fell from the shelves and shattered on the floor.

The customers in the teahouse tumbled off their chairs and crouched under the table, covering their heads.

The light shield trembled violently, and fine cracks appeared on its surface, but it did not shatter. The black hand was bounced back several feet.

Thirty-six city guards groaned simultaneously, and blood trickled from the corners of some of their mouths.

But no one retreated; the battle flags remained raised high, and spiritual energy continued to flow in.

The black hand paused for a moment, then pressed down again.

This time, the power is even greater than the last time.

The air above Tianyuan City was compressed into a solid state, emitting a piercing shriek.

The protective array's light shield was deformed by the pressure, like an egg being slowly crushed. Gold and dark red intertwined, emitting a teeth-grinding crunching sound.

Six of the thirty-six city guards, all at the half-step Celestial Immortal level, simultaneously coughed up blood, but did not lower the array flags in their hands.

Their bodies were trembling, their muscles were spasming, and their teeth were grinding, but they wouldn't back down.

The terrestrial immortals behind them were deathly pale. Some had already begun burning their life essence to gain power, their faces flushed with an abnormal redness, a sign that their life essence was burning.

Just then, Zhang Yiyuan made his move.

The moment the Tianyuan Sword was drawn, a beam of white light shot into the sky from the depths of the City Lord's Mansion—the inherited power of Tianyuan City throughout the ages.

The Tianyuan Sword is entirely white, with densely packed runes engraved on its blade.

Each rune is an array, and when stacked together, their power is astonishing.

The moment Zhang Yiyuan gripped the sword hilt, he changed completely.

White hair flew backwards, white robes billowed, and the aura of a peak celestial being condensed into a single line, which was then poured into the sword.

He unleashed a sword strike, and a thousand-foot-long sword light shot out from the tip of the sword, carrying earth-shattering power, and slashed straight at the black hand.

The sword light clashed with the black hand.

"Boom!"

The world changed color.

Black and white light intertwined, exploding into a halo.

The halo spread out, sweeping away the clouds within a radius of a thousand miles.

Zhang Yiyuan did not stop.

The second, third, and fourth sword strikes came in quick succession, each one faster and heavier than the last.

His white hair danced wildly in the wind, and his white robe was stained with blood from the splits in his hands, but his eyes remained calm and steady, like a mountain.

The black hand was forced back repeatedly by the blows, its scales shattered, and black blood gushed from its wounds.

The thirty-six city guards seized the opportunity to launch a simultaneous attack.

The battle flags were raised high, spiritual energy poured in, and the light of the city-protecting array suddenly intensified.

The surface of the light shield was covered with illusory chains that wrapped around the black hand from all directions.

Runes seemed to come alive, crawling up the surface of the black hand, scorching its scales and making a sizzling sound.

Black Hand clenched his fist, stretching the chains taut and making a creaking sound.

One chain broke, then a second, then a third.

But the black hand was also entangled and slowed down.

Zhang Yiyuan seized the opportunity, gripped the sword with both hands, and all the runes on the Tianyuan Sword lit up.

A sword beam thicker than before shot out from the tip of the sword; he had poured twelve percent of his cultivation into this strike.

The black hand was struck in the palm, its five fingers trembled violently, scales exploded, and black flesh and blood flew everywhere.

It finally couldn't hold on any longer and suddenly shrank back, incredibly fast, disappearing into the crack in the blink of an eye.

But it didn't completely retract—Zhang Yiyuan's final sword strike severed two fingers.

Two fingers as thick as mountains fell from the sky and crashed onto the wilderness outside Tianyuan City with two loud thuds.

Two large craters were smashed into the ground, and black blood gushed out, forming two small streams.

But Zhang Yiyuan's hand holding the Tianyuan Sword was trembling slightly; the series of attacks just now had drained ninety-nine percent of his true essence.

However, Zhang Yiyuan remained standing in mid-air, his expression unchanged, his voice steady and powerful, echoing throughout the city:

"Please do not panic, everyone. This is just a test from outside the realm."

The defensive formation of Tianyuan City is sufficient to withstand the attack, and I, along with the thirty-six city guards, are more than capable of protecting you all.

Zhang Yiyuan's voice has a reassuring power.

The people on the street gradually quieted down.

Someone knelt down, kowtowing and shouting "Lord of the City is mighty!"

Some people ran home, wiping away cold sweat.

Someone squatted down to pick up the medicinal herbs that had just been dropped in fright.

Lin Chen didn't move at all from beginning to end; he didn't even blink when the black hand came crashing down.

But the moment Zhang Yiyuan severed two of the black hand's fingers with his sword, Lin Chen's consciousness stirred.

Silent and swift as lightning, it followed the trajectory of the retreating black hand, passing through the crack and chasing after it.