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

Chapter 326 One Palm Shocks the Heavens

Lin Chen looked at the 30,000-strong army in formation and a mocking smile appeared on his lips.

Then raise your hand, spreading your five fingers.

The sky over half of Xijing City suddenly darkened.

A gigantic hand, blotting out the sky, reached down from the heavens.

The palm was a thousand feet in size, and its entire body shone with golden light.

Zheng Zhitong looked up at the palm, his pupils shrinking to pinpoints.

"No...it's impossible..."

He desperately urged his horse to run, but the hand was too big, covering half of Xijing City, leaving him nowhere to hide.

At this moment, everyone in the entire city of Xijing saw it.

Some unsuspecting civilians didn't know what had happened; they only saw the sky above them suddenly darken.

Someone looked up, and then their legs went weak.

A gigantic hand, blotting out the sky, reached down from the clouds.

The golden light shone brightly, bathing the entire street in a golden glow.

The uncle selling steamed buns slipped, and the steamer basket crashed to the ground, scattering the buns all over the floor.

He opened his mouth, tilted his head back, but couldn't utter a single word.

The jewelry shop owner was showing a customer a silver hairpin when she caught a glimpse of the changing weather outside.

She turned her head and saw the hairpin in her hand fall to the ground with a "clink," leaving her completely dumbfounded.

Among the beggars squatting on the street corner, one of them was gnawing on half a piece of dry food. He looked up and saw the hand, not even noticing his food had fallen, and muttered to himself:

"Oh my god..."

Those blond-haired, blue-eyed merchants from the Western Regions all looked up, their eyes wide like copper bells.

One of them knelt down with a thud, muttering something under his breath, probably referring to their god.

"boom--"

The palm fell.

The earth shook violently, and the houses swayed.

Bowls and plates were scattered all over the ground at the tea stall on the street.

But that's how it is.

The house didn't collapse, the walls didn't crack, and even the window paper wasn't torn.

The hand seemed to have eyes, landing precisely on the soldiers without touching the nearby houses at all.

Smoke and dust billowed into the sky, obscuring half of it.

After a few breaths, the smoke and dust dissipated.

The people peered out of their windows and through cracks in their doors, looking towards the source of the smoke and dust.

A huge handprint has appeared in the square in front of the General's Mansion.

It is about ten feet deep and several hundred feet in circumference, and it is very neat and orderly.

The palm print was filled with corpses, armor shattered, flags askew, and blood flowing freely.

Approximately eight thousand people were wiped out with just one slap.

The surviving rebels stood at the edge of the handprint, trembling as they looked at the corpses inside.

Someone dropped their knife with a loud clang, which sounded particularly jarring in the silence.

Some people immediately knelt down, their knees slamming on the ground, muttering "Spare me."

Some people turned and ran, but after a couple of steps their legs gave way and they fell to the ground. They got up and continued running.

Many more people stood still, motionless, as if they had been frozen in place.

"kill."

Lin Chen's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached everyone's ears.

Three hundred snow dragons set off.

Armored in silver and clad in white, the snow dragon steed galloped like the wind.

They were like a silver lightning bolt, crashing straight into the army of more than 20,000 men.

Three hundred men, like three hundred sharp knives, sliced ​​the twenty-thousand-strong army into pieces.

A thousand Imperial Guards followed closely behind, clad in black armor and riding black warhorses, like a black tide, cutting in from the side.

They weren't as fierce as the Great Snow Dragon Riders, but they were more disciplined and ruthless.

Every blow is fatal, leaving no survivors.

One round trip.

Two round trips.

Three round trips.

By the time the Great Snow Dragon Riders and the Imperial City Guards returned to base, there were hardly any people left standing in the original spot.

Of the 30,000 elite troops, some died, some surrendered, and some fled.

Blood flowed like rivers, and corpses littered the fields.

Yan Da dragged Zheng Zhitong out of the pile of corpses and threw him in front of Lin Chen.

The guy was covered in blood, one of his legs was gone, and blood was still oozing from the wound.

He was thrown to the ground like a dead dog, rolled over, and looked up at Lin Chen.

Lin Chen looked down at him and said calmly, "General Zheng, where are your 30,000 elite troops?"

Zheng Zhitong opened his mouth as if to say something, but nothing came out.

His eyes were unfocused, his lips were trembling, and his face was covered in blood and dirt, making him look extremely disheveled.

Lin Chen glanced at him, then turned and walked towards the General's Mansion.

He took two steps and waved.

A flash of light.

Zheng Zhitong's head rolled to the ground, spun twice, and came to rest in a pool of blood.

……

Back at the general's mansion, Lin Chen leaned back on the soft couch as if nothing had happened.

Lan Fenghuang brought in tea, glanced at him, and asked, "Husband, what should we do next?"

Lin Chen took the tea and took a sip:

"Those who should be arrested should be arrested, those who should be killed should be killed, Zheng Zhitong's property has been confiscated, and what should be returned to the people should be returned to the people."

Those three thousand private soldiers, those who were willing to surrender, were incorporated into the army; those who were unwilling were killed.

Lan Fenghuang nodded, hesitated for a moment, and then asked, "Husband, how many people did you kill with that palm strike?"

Lin Chen thought for a moment: "A little over eight thousand."

Lan Fenghuang paused for a moment, then said, "Wouldn't that be... too ruthless?"

Lin Chen glanced at her and said calmly:

"Those people who followed Zheng Zhitong in the rebellion should be prepared to die. If I don't kill them, they'll kill me. Do you want me to die?"

Lan Fenghuang quickly shook her head: "Of course not."

Lin Chen smiled and reached out to put his arm around her waist:

"Then don't think too much about it. They're all corrupt, otherwise they wouldn't have joined Zheng Zhitong's rebellion. None of those who joined the rebellion were innocent."

Lin Chen paused, then said:

"Even if some are innocent, so what? It's a dog-eat-dog world. You have to be aware of that when you're out in the game. If I'm soft-hearted today, I'll be the one who gets hurt tomorrow."

Lan Fenghuang leaned on Lin Chen's shoulder and softly hummed in agreement.

She wasn't unaware of this principle, but the thought of killing 30,000 lives so easily was still too much for her to process.

But she knew that Lin Chen was right.

Yao Yao, who had somehow sneaked in, peered out the window and whispered:

"Husband, that palm strike you just made was amazing! Such a big hand, and you managed to avoid touching the house next to us. How did you do that?"

Lin Chen smiled: "Once you break through to become a terrestrial immortal, you can do it too."

Yao Yao shook her head, "I don't think even my master could do that. Husband, you're amazing!"

Liu Sheng Piaopiao asked softly:

"Brother-in-law, how did those 30,000 troops manage to squeeze into the city? Is Xijing really that big?"

Lin Chen glanced at her; this girl was quite observant.

"Xijing City is an important border town with well-developed trade routes, and it is naturally larger than ordinary cities."

There was a large open space outside the general's mansion, which was originally a garrison area. Combined with the nearby streets and alleys, it could easily accommodate 30,000 men.

Lan Fenghuang interjected, "Husband, if your palm strike had been even slightly off-center, the houses next to us would be gone."

Lin Chen smiled: "So I didn't side with it."

He spoke casually, but everyone could sense the weight in his words.

With a single palm strike, more than eight thousand people died neatly in formation, while not a single tile fell from the nearby houses.

To what extent must one have control over that power?

Yao Yao's eyes lit up, and she asked with great curiosity, "Husband, what was the name of that palm strike you used?"

"It doesn't have a name," Lin Chen said with a shake of his head and a smile.

Yao Yao protested, "No, it has to have a name! How can such a powerful palm strike not have a name?"

Unable to resist her persistence, Lin Chen casually said, "Then let's call it... 'Buddha's Palm'."

Yao Yao blinked: "Buddha's Palm? What a strange name."

Lin Chen laughed: "It was just a random name, don't take it seriously."

Footsteps came from outside the door.

Yan Da's voice rang out from outside:

"My lord, the corpses outside can be cleaned up by nightfall at the latest, but it will take at least three days for the square to be restored."

"Hire more people, don't worry about the cost." Lin Chen waved his hand.

"In addition, confiscate Zheng Zhitong's property as soon as possible, eliminate him completely, and do not let any of the bandits who colluded with him go."

"Yes!" Yan Da replied, clasping his hands in a fist salute, then hesitated for a moment before adding:

What should be done with the 3000 private soldiers Zheng Zhitong was keeping outside?

Lin Chen thought for a moment and said:

"Investigate thoroughly. If anyone has committed evil, execute them all. The rest will be incorporated into the garrison."

"By the way, reply to His Majesty and ask her to send someone to take over this place."

Yan Da responded and left.