Yang Hao felt Poseidon might come, or at least learn of the changes on the Douluo Plane.
After all, Sea God Island still worshipped Poseidon, not Tang San. When the island had been destroyed and its people's faith lost, Poseidon was bound to have sensed it.
The only question was whether he would return.
"Tang San should let him know."
Qian Renxue thought Tang San would likely seek out Poseidon. Tang San was now a god of the Divine Realm, bound by its rules and unable to act below, so he would certainly look for outside help.
Poseidon, who had given up his godhood, was not bound by the rules of the Divine Realm. And since he had originated on this plane, he could return here, making him the best candidate.
"Let's hope he comes."
Summoning the Rakshasa Demon Scythe, Bibi Dong also harbored murderous intent toward Poseidon. Back then, Poseidon's Divine Thought had killed her once, and the Sky Azure Bull Python and Titan Giant Ape had been left gravely wounded—only for Tang San to reap the benefits.
She had never forgotten that score.
Yang Hao said no more. He took out the Golden Dragon Spear and sent it into the Sun Furnace, using its power to forcibly melt it down and break its seal.
He wanted the Dragon God's Power within it, so he could perfect his Power of Creation and Power of Destruction.
The Golden Dragon Spear's material was extraordinary in its own right, making it perfect for reforging into his own divine weapon.
Breaking the seal this violently would inevitably damage the spear's power, but there was no time to worry about that now.
Besides, only the Dragon God could break the Golden Dragon Spear's seal and obtain the power within. He wasn't a little Dragon