Honestly, unless absolutely necessary, the Old Angel King truly did not want to resort to such a despicable measure—using his own consort to threaten his son. If word got out and other civilizations learned of it, they would probably laugh themselves silly.
Not to mention other civilizations; even the officials and citizens within the Heavenly Palace would surely criticize him. They might not dare say it aloud, but they would think it in their hearts.
Yet the Old Angel King had no choice but to do this, because the strength his third son had displayed had already far exceeded his original expectations.
The battle had lasted barely over ten minutes. Setting aside Miller's daughter and that unnamed personal guard, the Angel soldiers who had died at Old Third's hands alone already numbered in the tens of thousands. If this continued, it would only be a matter of time before all five hundred thousand troops were slaughtered.
Second-generation Angel? No, how could a Second-generation Angel possess such terrifying combat power? The Old Angel King, who had advanced to the Second-generation Angel level ten thousand years ago, had the greatest authority to say so.
He must have mastered genetic technology even more advanced than that of a Second-generation Angel!! The Old Angel King thought this, feeling his breathing grow uneven.
Then he looked at Xin Yao standing before him with her back to him, and his heart could not help but tremble slightly. Yet the sword in his hand did not waver in the slightest, remaining steady and resolute.
Had he taken Xin Yao as his consort merely because she was beautiful? Did he truly have no feelings for her at all?
The Old Angel King admitted that, at the beginning, he had indeed only been drawn to her appearance. But people