Silence fell across the governor's grand camp, instantly followed by a roaring uproar. All sorts of shouts suddenly erupted around Governor Zhao Tianbao, and then officials from the Three Judicial Offices—the Provincial Administration Commission, the Surveillance Commission, and the Regional Military Commission—roared in anger one after another, charging out of the camp to give chase to Chen Shi.
Then came all the prominent figures of Xinxiang Province, weeping and cursing in grief as if mourning their own parents while taking inventory of the Imperial Guards and rushing out of the camp to capture the rebel.
The prefects of Tian Lu Prefecture, Di Gang Prefecture, and Huang Ting Prefecture charged the fastest.
Of the Zhao Family's four prefectures, Zhao Yanlong was the prefect of Xuan Ying Mansion, yet someone had taken advantage of his porcelain-infusion to blow up his Primordial Spirit and slaughter his physical body. True to the saying that beings grieve their own kind, seeing this with their own eyes and nursing the hatred in their hearts, they naturally charged out to exact bloody revenge for Zhao Yanlong.
Governor Zhao Tianbao wore a gloomy expression and lifted his foot. The moment this step lifted and came down, he had already arrived in midair—walking on clouds without exerting any effort was precisely this.
His aura had completely burst forth, and everything and everyone within a radius of several miles felt as though they were being suppressed by a Mountain Moving Talisman, as if they were walking while carrying a golden mountain on their backs.
Behind him, his Primordial Spirit emerged, over ten zhang tall, imposing and magnificent.
The Primordial Spirit wore an angry expression, resembling a Wrathful Ming King, indescribably ferocious and terrifying, radiating a sense of absolute oppression.
The Imperial Guards who had just rushed out of the camp