3350 Mourning Again

"The Prince is our Great King's most beloved son! If you harm a single hair on his head, the Great King will never forgive you!" one of the Barbarian Tribe strongmen couldn't help but shout.

Everyone silently glanced at the utterly miserable Prince Jiaru, and couldn't help but mourn for him once again.

Your Prince isn't just missing a single hair now; his entire body, from head to toe, including every strand of hair, has been harmed...

"Who can stop me, this Crown Princess, from killing someone?"

The little Crown Princess coldly eyed the shouting Barbarian Tribesman, then sent a kick through the air. The man was immediately sent flying backward, tumbling over once before collapsing onto the ground with a thud.

"Who gave you the audacity to speak to me like that?" A crackling, electric whip suddenly appeared in Qiaomu's hand. With a slight flick of her wrist, a sweeping force, whoosh, rushed towards the dozen or so Barbarian Tribesmen opposite her.

"Sizzle!!" Sparks flew. The whip struck several people, sending them flying while coiling in mid-air, emitting a series of crackling electric discharges.

The little deadpan twirled the long whip in her hand, looking at the Barbarian Tribe members, and said coldly, "Submit, or die! Choose for yourselves!"

The Barbarian Tribesmen were startled and simultaneously shrank backward.

"No answer? Then you can die with your Prince."

"Ah, if you kill our Prince, then the Great King..."

"Sizzle!" The whip, carrying surging electricity, swept across the man's belly, knocking him heavily to the ground, where he lay limp like a pile of mud.

It was then that the Barbarian Tribesmen felt true fear. They initially hadn't expected this Shenzhou woman to be so ruthless. Now, seeing someone die, they suddenly realized that this Shenzhou woman might not be joking or merely threatening them.

If they didn't submit, they would truly die!

"I submit, I submit!" The first man immediately crawled over, kneeling at Qiaomu's feet, crying tearfully, "I, I! I am willing to submit! Noble Lady, it was our blindness that offended you. Please be magnanimous and forgive us."

Prince Jiaru was almost fainted by his tribesmen's actions. He forced out a cry, "You, you dare to be-betray this Prince, ah..."

However, at this moment, the Barbarian Tribesmen, to save their own lives, no longer cared about a "broken" prince who was already half-dead from being tormented. Moreover, once one person set the precedent for surrender, it became much easier for others to follow. Besides, in their view, there was nothing shameful about surrendering to a stronger opponent. They couldn't defeat her anyway, so why bother pretending to be tough when they weren't?

Qiaomu cast a disdainful glance at them, her gaze sweeping over their fawning faces, then turned to the enraged Prince Jiaru and said coldly, "It's obvious who the coward is now, isn't it?"

A faint smile flickered in Mu Rouqin's eyes. For some reason, when she saw the little Crown Princess beating that bastard just now, a hint of satisfaction welled up in her heart.

The little Crown Princess might not even realize it herself, but her unrestrained, even slightly overbearing demeanor was almost dazzling, making it hard for people to look away.

"Cough, cough." Jiaru suddenly burst into maniacal laughter.