"Even if you were lucky enough to escape this calamity, how can you maintain your soul after experiencing countless eras from the ancient times to the present?"
The God of Gold did not answer. He made the choice for him.
With a tap of her jade-like foot, golden ripples rippled. There was clearly no aura coming out, but the pressure brought about frightened Heavenly Venerate Wuchen's soul away. He disappeared from where he was and appeared behind him as if he had teleported. He raised his index finger, and the power of the gods and devils surrounded his fingertip as he stabbed it at the back of his head domineeringly.
