"Jia Yisheng, come out and meet your death!"
The cold voice, like a thunderous roar from the heavens, shook the sky and resounded above the entire Jia Mansion. It even penetrated the multiple barriers and entered the dungeons down below.
Mrs. Jia's hand trembled, and the branding iron clattered to the ground, bouncing before settling on the top of her foot.
Hiss!
The top of the shoe was instantly burned through, and the scorching hot branding iron cooked the top of her foot in a mere moment.
Ow...
Mrs. Jia subconsciously withdrew her foot, but the branding iron tore off the flesh from the top of her foot as it stuck, leaving her with a blood-drenched wound as a hysterical scream escaped from her mouth.
"Madam, are you alright?" Jia Yisheng, who had been watching coldly until then, changed his expression and rushed over immediately.
He supported Mrs. Jia with his arm, his face full of concern.
Slap!
