3417 Ants

"Ha! What a joke!"

Jing Tou frowned. He scanned the unfriendly expressions on his clansmen's faces and sighed deeply.

If his wife continued to be so willful, even he, the clan leader, would lose the support of his people. At that point, winning back their hearts would be even more difficult.

"Let go! You let go of me!" Madam Jing shrieked, struggling fiercely.

She turned her head, her gaze fixed venomously on her husband, and couldn't help but curse, "Jing Tou, you useless man! You can't even protect your own wife and daughter!"

"Jing Tou! Jing Tou! Don't forget, how did you promise me back then? You promised me you would take good care of me and Minmin! Jing Tou! Jing Tou!!!"

Clan Leader Jing's eyes narrowed darkly. He coldly watched Madam Jing, silent for a long moment.

He merely looked on with indifference as the Jing family members bound Madam Jing and dragged her away.

Madam Jing's screams echoed in the air, lingering, like a wild pheasant whose feathers had been plucked, letting out sharp cries before death.

Qiao Mu instinctively frowned, clearly irritated by her piercing screams; it was very uncomfortable.

"Clan Leader Jing." Mo Lian turned and glanced at Jing Tou, asking coldly, "Can we proceed with the punishment now?"

Jing Tou's five fingers instantly tightened into a fist. His heart felt as if an invisible hand was squeezing it, so heavy that he could barely speak.

"Father!! Father," Jing Minyao cried out urgently, her eyes revealing a strong desire to live.

She knew fear now.

Only now did she realize that even though she was the Third Young Miss of the Pangu Clan, in front of the Divine Province Crown Prince and Crown Princess, she was still nothing!

Others could crush her as easily as a fragile little ant; a gentle press of a hand could kill her utterly.

"Clan Leader Jing??" Mo Lian reminded him impatiently.

Jing Tou's face was heavy. Finally, he silently nodded.

"Guards!"

Immediately, two Pangu clansmen stepped forward, each holding a sharp dagger.

Jing Minyao's pupils constricted. She couldn't stop trembling violently as that terrifying memory once again overwhelmed her like a tidal wave.

It made her whole body shiver uncontrollably.

She remembered Qiao Mu using a dagger to cut her throat that day.

She thought of the horrific pain of rebirth, the agony of wishing for death but unable to find it...

She thought of the painful days after her resurrection, her limbs weak and unable to move, unable to eat anything but liquids.

She thought even more that afterward, she had desperately tried to grow and strengthen herself, but it was such an arduous struggle. She had finally managed to raise herself to a Level Three Divine Master using secret techniques, yet...

In the eyes of others, she was still just an ant.

She hated it!

She was consumed by an unbearable hatred, wanting to devour everyone before her.

They included her father, her mother, her sisters, her clansmen.

Yet, not one of them stood by her side, not one was willing to help her!

"Ah!!" Jing Minyao let out a sharp scream.

Dragged and forced to kneel on the ground, her eyes were bloodshot. She shook her head repeatedly, crying hysterically, "Father, Father, I know I was wrong, don't kill me, Father! Father!"