Poseidon hovered in the air with his trident in one hand and radiated a commanding presence. He stood like a god, and his figure was so intimidating that it struck fear into those who beheld him.
With a wave of his hand, an invisible energy struck Warrick and expelled the three silver needles from his body.
Feeling sensation returned to his limbs, Warrick’s face lit up. He quickly rose to his feet and clenched his fist to his chest in salute.
“Thank you, Lord Poseidon, for saving me. I will never forget this kindness!” he said.
“No need for formalities, Sir Prescott. Now that you’ve pledged yourself to the Hall of Gods, it’s only natural that I ensure your safety,” Poseidon replied with a faint smile as he descended gracefully.
“Your timely arrival was a blessing,” Warrick said as he bowed his head slightly in deference. “Otherwise, we would have perished tonight.”
The Hall of Gods’ royal gods were figures he could only look up to. Everything about Poseidon, from his power to his position, was on a level far beyond anything Warrick could hope to match. But what truly commanded his awe was Poseidon’s strength.
When Poseidon appeared, it was as if a god had descended to earth and effortlessly crushed Dustin within seconds. Such terrifying cultivation surpassed even, Warrick’s wildest imagination.
“That man’s skills were mediocre at best,” Poseidon remarked coolly. “How did you all end up in such a sorry state?”
Warrick and Mulder exchanged uneasy glances upon hearing that. They had just faced an ultimate grandmaster-an opponent of unimaginable power. How could they possibly stand up to that? Only someone like Poseidon, a royal god, could have crushed Dustin effortlessly.
“The ship is anchored ten nautical miles from here,” Poseidon said. “If you’re ready, follow me.”
He then raised his trident and tapped it against the ground.
At that instant, something strange happened.
A ripple of water rose beneath Warrick and the others as though some unseen force was guiding it. It lifted them and carried them toward the sea.
“What kind of supreme divine power is this?” Warrick’s eyes widened in astonishment.
The water beneath his feet felt soft yet firm, like walking on a floating carpet. It was far more wondrous than riding a boat.
“Did I say you could leave?”
Just as Warrick and the others were about to leave on the waves, a sudden voice rang out from behind.
“Hmm?” Poseidon frowned slightly and turned to look.
From the massive crater left by the impact, a figure slowly emerged-it was Dustin.
“This kid is still alive?” Warrick’s face twisted in shock.
“He’s got some serious endurance.
Unfortunately, he doesn’t stand a chance against Lord Poseidon.” Mulder scoffed after a brief moment of surprise.
He had to admit that Dustin was formidable. In his early 20s, Dustin had already earned a reputation as an ultimate grandmaster, a feat that commanded respect wherever he went.
But despite his strength, he was still too young. Against a battle-hardened ultimate grandmaster like Poseidon, Dustin was simply outmatched.
“Young man, if you’d stayed low and played dead, you might have lived another day.” Poseidon shook his head.
His gaze was cold, like he was already looking at a corpse. “But since you insist on throwing your life away, don’t blame me for what happens next.”
Dustin dusted his clothes off and stepped out of the crater with a piercing gaze. “Play dead? You’re not even worth it.”
“Ignorant fool.” Poseidon sneered and pointed a finger at him.
A thick water serpent materialized out of nowhere. It hissed and lunged at Dustin with explosive speed.
“Just a petty trick.”
Dustin sneered and stood his ground without moving an inch. He used his hand like a sword to slash at the incoming water serpent in the air.
A flash of white light cut through the serpent and split it in half. It turned into seawater and vanished without a trace.
Poseidon raised an eyebrow and looked mildly surprised. His water serpent attack had only used less than a tenth of his full strength.
For most grandmaster martial artists, it would have been a deadly strike. But Dustin had effortlessly countered it, and Poseidon acknowledged his high cultivation.
“Who are you? Tell me your name,” he said coolly.
Normally, he wouldn’t bother asking since insignificant ants were meant to be crushed underfoot. But Dustin’s strength had piqued his interest.
Mulder quickly answered, “Lord Poseidon, he is Prince Logan, the Crown Prince of West Lucozia.”
“Logan Rhys?” Poseidon’s face broke into a smile. “That’s great! I’ve been searching high and low for him, and now he’s right before me. What a pleasant surprise tonight. It’s like the gods are smiling on me.”
Logan had already been marked as a major threat by the Hall of Gods-one of the key targets they needed to eliminate.
Initially, they would have needed a detailed plan and plenty of resources to deal with him. But now, with Logan standing right in front of Poseidon, all that preparation had become unnecessary.
Killing Logan would take out a major threat to the Hall of Gods, and opportunities like this didn’t come around often. Poseidon wasn’t about to let this one slip away.
