The once-pure, flawless ice field instantly turned into a living hell.
Tang San stood on high ground, looking down at the horrific scene below without the slightest trace of pity in his eyes.
There was only pleasure.
"Come out!"
"Snow Empress, if you still refuse to come out, I'll turn the entire Far North into a vast ocean!"
That was what he shouted.
And that was exactly what he did.
Those weak soul beasts were nothing more than weeds in his eyes, bargaining chips to force the strong to reveal themselves.
He had even planned it out. If Snow Empress came out and agreed to sacrifice herself, so be it. If she refused, he would beat her until she agreed.
Such wicked thoughts circled through his mind, yet they felt so justified that even he believed himself righteous.
It was at that moment.
The countless living beings of the Far North sent out despairing prayers.
It was a mournful cry that reached straight into the soul.
They called for their king while also accusing the heavens of this human's atrocities.
Spirit City, an annex of the Worship Hall.
Qian Ye sat in a reclining chair of unknown material, holding a cup of hot tea in his hand.
The fragrance of tea curled through the air, veiling his deep eyes.
Just moments ago.
Within his mind, in that godlike perspective, he had clearly captured Tang San's current thoughts.
Those memories, those filthy intentions—nothing could hide from Qian Ye's eyes.
"Tsk."
Qian Ye took a light sip of tea and shook his head.
"His luck has darkened another shade."
"That's not how you court death."
At his side.
Two peerlessly beautiful women stood respectfully.
One wore an emerald-green dress and looked charming and adorable. She was the Ice Empress.
The other wore