Jiang Cen had possessed his daughter's body, personally destroying her future.
For a grudge like this, merely killing her would not be enough to satisfy his hatred.
Therefore, he had to torture Jiang Cen mercilessly, to watch her die a slow, miserable death. Only then could the hatred in his heart be appeased.
"AHHH—FATHER—SAVE ME—"
Jiang Cen had never felt such pain before.
It was a pain that pierced straight to her Divine Soul, so agonizing that her soul thrashed about while she wailed ceaselessly.
After so long, she had almost convinced herself that she really was Jiang Wentian's daughter.
Jiang Wentian's expression was calm, but a storm raged in his eyes. His gaze hardened, and Jiang Cen let out another blood-curdling scream. The pain instantly doubled, rendering her unable to speak.
He then walked over to his daughter's body and carefully laid it down at the base of a nearby tree.
"Daughter, don't you worry. I will make her regret ever being born!"
"Just watch!"
