The Deep Sea Demonic Whale King threw back his head and let out a long roar. The whale cry split clouds and shattered stone, stirring towering waves across the deep sea ten thousand meters below.
The grayish-white divine patterns across his massive whale body lit up at once. The aura of a peak Third-Level God erupted without restraint, forcing every living creature in the surrounding waters to lower itself and tremble.
The next instant, the whale body that blotted out the sky suddenly contracted, transforming into a burly middle-aged man. His skin was dark blue, his bare upper body covered in patterns resembling whale bones, and his dark-blue eyes burned with the flames of revenge suppressed for ten thousand years.
He strode across the waves, each step kicking up a column of water dozens of meters high as he charged straight toward Sea God Island.
On Sea God Island, Poseidon sat amid the ruins of the Sea God Temple, gripping the dim Sea God Trident in his hand.
The once-glorious Sea God Temple had been mostly reduced to rubble by the shockwave when Qin Heng became a god. Its golden dome had shattered, the Sea God statue had collapsed, and only a few broken stone pillars barely held up the tottering roof.
There was no longer any majesty or arrogance on Poseidon's aged face, only numb calmness.
The moment he sensed Asura God's aura vanish from Douluo Continent, Poseidon knew that Asura God and his successor had failed.
There was only one ending for him: death.
He had been waiting all along, waiting for Qin Heng to come and take his life himself.
To die at the hands of a God King would at least be a dignified end for him, Poseidon.
Yet what Poseidon had not expected was that