Qingshan County

The people who witnessed this were dumbfounded. The group that had been jeering and shouting moments ago fell completely silent. After all, no one had expected this.

Their Lord Zhao Qian had actually been thrown to his death just like that. Dead?

All they could see was a mangled heap on the ground, with the blue official robes standing out clearly. Beyond that, he was utterly unrecognizable. Some people at the scene were so terrified that they collapsed to the ground.

Some officials turned pale with fright. "You Daoist, how could you throw Lord Zhao to his death? You... Men, seize him!"

A group of guards rushed in from behind, but Chen Feng merely shook his body, and every one of them fell to the ground.

Chen Feng gave the officials present a cursory look. They were all greedy scoundrels who disregarded the lives of disaster victims, occupying their posts while accomplishing nothing.

With a wave of his hand, Chen Feng sent all the officials crashing to the ground.

By the time the Daoist departed, the place had fallen silent.

Liangzhou City was where the disaster was most severe for miles around. Many people had already fled, while many of those who remained had become refugees. If things were this bad here, the other county towns were even worse.

There were several huge pots outside the city, filled with thin gruel. But how could that be called gruel? It was plainly just water, mixed with sand and mud. Many people could not even fight for a share of that.

Those who learned that the officials had died all cheered. "Those people are dead? Good riddance! The common folk under them have been starved down to skin and bones, yet they were still holding birthday banquets here, with wine and meat!