A Mere Sea God, Killed with One Hand

"Mas... Master!"

Poseidon's lips opened and closed against his will, forcibly spitting out those two words.

Stormy waves had already risen within his heart.

He had clearly wanted to curse, to let Qian Cheng know that a warrior could be killed but not humiliated!

Yet his body was like a puppet under someone else's control, completely defying his will and uttering the most humiliating form of address.

An indescribable fury and helplessness nearly tore his divine sense apart.

"When facing your master, you must be humble."

"From now on, whenever you see me, kneel immediately. If I don't tell you to rise, then stay on your knees obediently—understand?"

Qian Cheng looked down at him, his tone utterly devoid of warmth.

"Yes, Master."

Poseidon's voice seemed to squeeze out through clenched teeth, his body trembling slightly from the extreme humiliation.

Damn it!

This was too damn much!

Qian Cheng!

You bastard! How dare you humiliate me like this!

Poseidon cursed frantically in his heart, yet he had no choice but to maintain a humble expression on his face.

This feeling of powerlessness was even worse than death.

Though Qian Cheng could not read Poseidon's thoughts, he could roughly guess what was going through his mind.

At that thought, the amusement in Qian Cheng's eyes deepened.

He liked this feeling of you can't stand me, yet there's nothing you can do about it.

"Enough. I have a few questions for you."

Qian Cheng put away his teasing expression, and his tone became serious once more.

"Master, please ask. Your subordinate will tell you everything he knows."

Poseidon took a deep breath, suppressing the venom in his heart as he assumed a respectful manner.

"As a fragment of the Sea God's divine sense, can you initiate the Sea God Trials?"

Qian Cheng stared