When the young man saw the puny human glaring at him, his lips couldn't help but curl into a sadistic smile. He said to Mo Qiang, "It seems like you do not understand your position, do you?"
Mo Qiang curled her lips. Even though the aura that oozed from the god was enough to make her tremble in her boots, she still held on and stretched her hand to one side before letting it morph into a crossbow. She said to the god of war, "You are wrong; I do understand what position I am in at the moment."
"I don't think you do."
"That's where you are wrong," Mo Qiang corrected the young god. "I am aware of my circumstances, and I do fear that I will die here."
Her words caused the god of war to raise one of his brows. It seemed like he was amused by her and her responses. "And yet you stand there, with a weapon aimed at me? Are you silly, or has my presence turned you into a fool?"
