"Human Race's Fengdu Saint."
In an instant, the three demigod-level angels appeared before Xia Ping, looking down on him with arrogant expressions, as though no living being in all creation was worthy of their notice.
Their golden eyes brimmed with indifference toward life, as if they were the workings of the Heavenly Dao itself, lofty and above all.
"So the Angel Race's archangels have mobilized together. You truly think highly of me, Fengdu."
Xia Ping raised an eyebrow as he looked at the three demigod-level angels.
"You possess such qualifications."
Archangel Ludwig regarded Xia Ping calmly. "To advance by leaps and bounds in such a short time and rise to the Primordial Realm—there may be those who come after you, but there has absolutely never been one before you.
"Moreover, you inherited the legacy of the War God from the previous cosmic epoch. In the future, you are certain to stand at the pinnacle of the universe. It is only natural that our Angel Race treats a figure like you with the utmost caution."
He looked at Xia Ping as though it were only right. To kill this great enemy of the Angel Race, angels of their highest rank had personally set out, all to ensure nothing could possibly go wrong.
If they still failed under such circumstances, then the Angel Race truly would have no way to deal with this brat.
"Human Race's Fengdu Saint, I, Archangel Goebbels, give you only two choices."
Archangel Goebbels stared at Xia Ping, a cold glint flashing in his eyes. "First, believe in The Lord, join the Angel Race, and become The Lord's loyal servant. Second, die—be erased from this world forever and turned into cosmic dust. Those are your two choices: submit or die. Which do you choose?"
He directly gave Xia