The vast disparity in strength left Bai Ying with no power to resist before Yang Chen. Yang Chen's massive Dao Intent palm slammed her ruthlessly into the ground.
At that moment, Bai Ying had forgotten all pain. Her heart held only memories of her former arrogance and indulgence.
She was Bai Ying, a descendant of Venerable Daming.
Even Venerable Daming had never treated her this way. Because of her exceptional talent and her assured future, he had spoiled her in every possible way. She had been showered with boundless affection, a favored daughter of heaven whom everyone ought to respect and cherish.
What right did Yang Chen have to treat her like this?
Bai Ying's heart contained nothing but endless vengeance. She roared, "Just you wait! My ancestor will kill you! He'll make you wish you were dead!"
That piercing shriek was filled with Bai Ying's true thoughts. She still had not the slightest intention of repenting.
She only believed that everyone had to obey her, and whoever defied her deserved punishment.
Yet Yang Chen could not care less about Bai Ying's thoughts.
Once Bai Ying had finished speaking, Yang Chen's patience had reached its limit.
He did not even move, yet the giant palm formed from Dao Intent pressed down another inch with savage force.
Bai Ying cried out in agony, suffering beyond words beneath Yang Chen's giant palm.
Yang Chen said coldly, "If you want to tell your ancestor about this, then go ahead. If your ancestor truly wants to come and cause trouble for me, let him come himself!"
Yang Chen withdrew his Dao Intent and did not kill Bai Ying.
It was not because he did not dare. It was because he wanted to show Venerable Daming some respect. After all, Bai Xiu'er had also been