Angering a God Emperor was by no means a wise move, but Fan Lang had his own plans.
Fortune was found amid danger. This crisis might well be an opportunity.
"I can tell that Your Majesty cares deeply about Snow Sable Marshal's life. That is only natural. After all, Snow Sable Marshal is one of your right-hand men—perhaps even more than that. Now, her little life is in my hands. Whether she lives or dies depends entirely on a single thought from me. I hold the power to decide, not Your Majesty," Fan Lang declared fearlessly.
"Fan Lang, I do not wish to repeat myself. Release Snow Sable Marshal at once. Only after you release her will you be qualified to negotiate terms with me!" Snowmoon God Emperor's Divine Might erupted as she raged.
"Releasing her is impossible. It was not easy to catch this fox. How could I simply let her go?"
"You refuse to release her?"
"I have always responded to kindness, not force. With Your Majesty pressing me so aggressively, there is no way I will release her." Fan Lang shook his head.
Snowmoon God Emperor's gaze sharpened. She stopped wasting words with Fan Lang and directly moved to seize Snow Sable Marshal, activating the laws and turning into an all-pervading chill that seeped into the Giant Spirit Arms.
The entire Giant Spirit Arms froze in an instant, coated inside and out in solid ice. Its various Mechanical Components all failed.
As the ruler of a divine kingdom, possessing such power was hardly surprising.
Snowmoon God Emperor first froze the Giant Spirit Arms, then teleported above it. Wielding a blue Great Scythe, she transformed into a brilliant icy gleam and slashed at the Giant Spirit Arms.
Fan Lang had remained tense the entire time, so his reaction