Though the worlds were different, the principles were the same.
Ten percent profit was enough to make some people take a risk.
At fifty percent profit, people would throw themselves into danger one after another, even knowing death lay ahead.
At one hundred percent profit, they dared to trample the rules.
At three hundred percent profit, they wouldn't even care about an Overgod's prohibition.
What's more, refining Soul Gold Beads from the souls of Saint Realm beings brought far more than three hundred percent profit.
It had to be said that, as the ones who stood to benefit, these bandits might have been weaker than the Fiends who had come to wipe them out, but every one of them fought without fear of death.
Or rather, they all knew that if the situation on Bailing Mountain came to light, not one of them would escape.
The moment an Overgod began paying attention, everyone connected to this place would die!
And it wouldn't just be them. The forces behind them would perish as well!
No one doubted the power of an Overgod.
"Die!"
Seeing that Aier still hadn't made a move, someone turned their attention to him and swung a long saber, sending a flame sword aura slashing toward him.
"You dare bare your teeth at me, when you're only a Mid-God who hasn't even fused any Laws and Profound Mysteries?"
Aier tilted his head. Before the flame sword aura could reach him, it shattered.
With a flick of his finger, water elemental essence condensed into a drop of water at his fingertip. Aier flicked it away, and it pierced the Mid-God bandit's head, passing through the back of his skull. His Godhead fell to the ground.
The soul within had already been completely destroyed by Aier.
"Consider yourselves lucky. I'm