Tian Yin's temper was not actually that bad. The last time she had been rude to Coning, it was mainly because old grudges had come to mind.
She had not intended to argue with Hillary either, but the other woman had directly ordered her out, and that was something she could not tolerate.
It was not that she wanted to make a scene, but that she had come on behalf of the team. This time, they intended to take the gold mine.
At a critical moment like this, if she showed weakness, it would be the same as setting a bad precedent.
"Hm?" Hillary's brows shot up at those words. Without a second thought, she released her Coercive Pressure. "Do you want to die?"
The other party was right: this was indeed Coning's Supreme residence. But Hillary had long been accustomed to being overbearing.
She had done things like acting as the host in someone else's place; she had also bullied the weak with her strength...
Yet she did not feel there was anything inappropriate about it. Tiny ants dared offend a Supreme—was she not allowed to lose her temper?
As for Coning's feelings? They were not important. She had even intended to use this chance to give Coning a warning.
Tian Yin's face instantly turned deathly pale. This Coercive Pressure was simply too overwhelming for a mere B-rank like her.
In recent years, she had often felt the Coercive Pressure of Supremes, but they had generally been her own people, and they would consider their teammates' feelings.
Only when facing a Supreme directly, and being deliberately targeted by one, could she truly understand the terror of Coercive Pressure.
Yet she still gritted her teeth and held on. She even moved her lips, trying to speak.
"Enough." Coning waved a