The other Thresholds stared at Threshold VII with exasperated expressions, as though they wondered how this guy had even made it into their Organization and worked his way up from the bottom rank to the Threshold rank within their Convergence Organization.
"We aren't killing the Tenth Sun, we are going to kidnap him, find out how his Star Energy works, and see if we can take it for ourselves. But we would try to restructure his mind first to fit our needs, though that has a high possibility of failing since even the Emperor's Mind Manipulation ability failed. Although ours is stronger, we have to create room for error," Threshold XI replied as he continued eating the limb on his plate.
He waved his hand, and a small white cup containing a whitish thick liquid appeared. He poured it over the limb on his plate as though it were a sauce that would improve the taste of his meal... except this whitish sauce was... semen.
