This realm had another name. It was known as the Saint realm!
Everyone beneath a Saint was an ant. The Saint realm was unfathomably profound. Not only that, but the power of a Saint was even more unimaginable.
They were untouched by karma and could attack at will. Thus, every Saint was powerful enough to suppress the destiny of an entire race.
Every Saint was an unimaginable existence.
Among other races, only the strongest of the race could become a Saint. Yet Zi Huang had become a Saint at such a young age despite being from the Supreme Four Races. From this alone, one could see just how deep the Purple Gold Clan's foundations were.
But at that moment, I let out a cold laugh and raised my palm again. A bell appeared at my wrist, and I began shaking it continuously.
The instant the bell appeared, a vortex suddenly materialized out of thin air. The vortex began devouring everything frenziedly.
The full force of that attack was absorbed by the vortex without leaving behind even a fraction. Its terrifying power was completely swallowed up at that moment. I kept shaking the bell. Its might was absolutely terrifying.
Very soon, nothing remained before me. Zi Huang's expression shifted repeatedly as he looked at me and shouted, "How many treasures did you take from our Purple Gold Clan?"
What I held in my hand was the Purple Gold Bell. It was also a clan-suppressing treasure, possessing earth-shaking power that even made Gods and Ghosts Avoid it.
"I didn't take them. They all cried and begged to give them to me." I smiled.
"I don't believe you. You must have used some despicable method to accomplish this," Zi Huang said.
"Do you think that's possible?" I gave a cold laugh and did