However, Bai Ying's face remained completely unchanged. She didn't even frown, and stood there calmly with a hint of mockery in her eyes.

Wang Qiuchi was completely dumbfounded. He couldn't understand why his full-force pressure had no effect on Bai Ying, like a stone sinking into the sea.

Bai Ying found it somewhat amusing to look at Wang Qiuchi's exasperated yet helpless expression. This man had provoked her time and time again, and now he was even planning to take direct action; why should she continue to endure it?

Thinking of this, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in Bai Ying's eyes, and her aura subtly shifted.

But at that moment, an exceptionally terrifying aura, like a surging tsunami, swept over everyone.

The aura contained a powerful sense of oppression, making everyone present feel as if a huge rock was pressing on their chest, making it difficult to breathe.

Everyone's faces showed alarm, and they instinctively turned their heads, their gazes all fixed on the direction from which the aura came. A distortion appeared in the void, and a figure slowly materialized—it was none other than Wang Qiuchi's master, the sect leader of the Crane Cloud Sect. He wore a long black robe, the hem fluttering in the wind, his face cold and stern, his eyes revealing the majesty and sharpness of a superior.

When Wang Qiuchi saw his master appear, a smug smile instantly appeared on his face.

He quickly turned to look at Bai Ying, his eyes filled with schadenfreude: "You're dead."

After saying this, as if afraid that his master hadn't noticed Bai Ying, he raised his voice and shouted at his master, "Master, it's her! She has no respect for her elders and is extremely arrogant. You must take action quickly and teach her a lesson she will never forget!"