Methods Too Terrifying

Angel Yan looked at Ye Liang and continued, "My apologies, Lord Thousand Lords. The allied forces previously mistook you for one of those villains and attacked you.

Please do not be afraid. I carefully examined your eyes just now, and you are absolutely of pure Thousand Lords blood! Of course, a simple examination must still be conducted."

"What if I'm not of Thousand Lords blood?"

"Skinned and dismembered!"

"Your soul forged into a lamp!"

"Your meridians made into whips!"

"Your blood brewed into drinks, your flesh used as staple food. Rest assured, once it is discovered that you are not truly Thousand Lords, the High Priests will not let you off easily."

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I'm screwed!

Ye Liang could not withstand such a fright. The woman's chest, which had felt warm to him before, now turned icy cold. Just as he desperately tried to break free from Angel Yan's embrace, the angel army beside them all gathered around.

Every one of them was a Saint, and none were below the Eighth Stage Saint!

"Lord Thousand Lords, rest assured. Our Bloody Crusaders are the strongest angel army in the entire outer realm. There are even Saints guarding outside the planet. If this planet were not so weak, those elders would surely have come to pay their respects to you."

"Saints guarding it? And they're all women!"

"Tell me honestly, how many Saints did you bring outside?" Ye Liang asked in panic.

"Not many, only three or four."

"Three or four!"

Fuck!

Ye Liang's face twisted like a bitter melon! He would have struggled to escape even one Saint, let alone three or four! He had gained an entirely new understanding of the Angel Race's strength.

When he had encountered Lucy's father at the border, he had thought the Angel Race was nothing