Going to Hell to Pay Respects to Poseidon

"Do you think that bastard Poseidon will personally come down to save you abandoned wretches?"

Qian Cheng raised an eyebrow, the mockery in his tone nearly overflowing.

"Lord Sea God definitely will!"

Hearing Qian Cheng's disrespect toward the Sea God, fervent faith reignited in Bo Saixi's eyes, and her tone became incomparably resolute.

"Since you believe in your Sea God so much, why don't we make a bet?"

Seeing Bo Saixi so hopelessly obsessed, the amusement in Qian Cheng's eyes deepened, as though he were watching a clown leap about.

"A bet? What do you want to bet on?"

Bo Saixi was full of doubt, yet she secretly relaxed.

As long as she could stall for time until the Sea God descended, every problem would be resolved.

"Whether your Sea God will come down before you die."

Qian Cheng's voice was light, yet it stabbed viciously into Bo Saixi's heart like a dagger.

"Nonsense! Lord Sea God will definitely descend. You're bound to lose!"

A trace of unease flashed through Bo Saixi's heart.

She could not understand where Qian Cheng's confidence came from.

"We can't just stand here waiting like fools, can we?"

A meaningful smile curled across Qian Cheng's face as he said with interest, "Why not add a little game to make the wait more entertaining?"

"What game?"

Alarm bells rang wildly in Bo Saixi's heart, but she could not help asking.

"Very simple."

"The Seven Holy Pillars' guardians on Sea God Island, plus you, the High Priest. That makes eight people."

"Spirit Hall will also send eight people. One-on-one duels against your side."

"No, I forgot about Seahorse Jerky and Sea Dragon Cake. It should be six matches!"

"If our side loses a match, we'll give you one hour of ceasefire so you can keep waiting for