Great Xia, East Sea.
The surging waves churned violently, white spray bursting into the air and transforming into countless fine water blades that rained down from above!
Beneath the spray stood a young man in a black shirt, a longsword in his hand. He gave it a gentle swing.
Clang—!
A crisp sword cry echoed between heaven and earth. Rolling sword energy met the howling waves, precisely shattering every drop-blade of water.
Splash...
Seawater scattered everywhere, yet not a single drop landed on Zhou Ping. He calmly looked at Poseidon before him and slowly said:
"Don't waste your strength. I told you, today... you're not getting past me."
Poseidon looked at him in astonishment. He had to admit that this young man truly possessed the strength to contend with him.
He opened his mouth, about to say something, when Yang Jian's voice came whistling in from afar.
"A century of reincarnation has passed! Today, the gods of Great Xia... return here!!"
Hearing this voice, both Poseidon and Zhou Ping froze. The former's face was filled with shock, while a smile appeared on the latter's face.
Zhou Ping gripped his sword and smiled like a child. "Who said... Great Xia has no gods?"
Light shifted through Poseidon's eyes. He looked toward the source of the voice, unable to conceal the horror in his gaze any longer.
"Indra? He actually died?" He frowned deeply and muttered, "The gods of Great Xia... have truly returned?"
After hesitating for a moment, he no longer drove the massive waves forward. Instead, he took several steps back, and a passage leading deep beneath the sea slowly opened across the water behind him.
"What? You're not going to keep trying?" Zhou Ping slowly asked.
Poseidon narrowed his eyes slightly, staring at the young man before him as