Minerva was very patient. Only after Zhang Fan had finished laughing did she ask, "What do you find so funny?"
Looking at the poised, elegant Minerva, Zhang Fan fought back his laughter. "I'm laughing because the Dragon Race isn't all that wise after all."
"What do you mean?"
"You can't defeat the Western Realm Great Emperor, so you want me to do it? Can't you tell I can't even beat you?"
Minerva smiled. "Some things aren't as simple as they appear. Your Insect Race is destined to be the key to freeing Lord Dimayadis."
Zhang Fan said coldly, "What if I refuse?"
Minerva slowly approached Zhang Fan and whispered in his ear, "Then I'll destroy Second Earth and every last one of your insects."
Rather than showing fear, Zhang Fan looked utterly unconcerned. "Then be my guest. The Earthlings were wiped out by the Qiya People anyway. I suppose I'm the only Earthling left, and I've already clung to life a few hundred years longer than the others."
"I've seen how vast the universe is and all sorts of strange races. I have no regrets left. Why don't you finish me off too?"
Zhang Fan completely ignored the furious Minerva and brazenly played with the {Progenitor} on his shoulder.
Minerva seized Zhang Fan's neck without touching him and snapped, "Don't reject a favor. I have enough ways to make you wish you were dead to try a different one every day until the universe is destroyed."
Zhang Fan grinned shamelessly. "Then your Lord Dimayadis will probably stay sealed away until the universe is destroyed too. Still, I'd like to see which of us breaks first."
Faced with Zhang Fan's fearless refusal to cooperate, even at the cost of his life, Minerva seemed somewhat helpless.
She sighed. "Lord Dilama really does