Making Poseidon swear

"Whoosh--"

Poseidon flew to Qian Chiyan's side, the sea breeze making his blue and gold robe flutter, and a wisp of mist still lingered at his feet.

He landed about ten feet above the beach, arms crossed, his tone tinged with a hint of exasperation:

What brings you here again?

"Nothing, I just wanted to spar with you."

Qian Chiyan pursed his lips, his rosy lips glistening slightly in the moonlight. His voice was soft, yet it carried an unyielding coldness.

Her gaze sharpened slightly, like a sword just drawn from its sheath, its blade still frosty.

"You... you're really shameless, trying to torture me again, aren't you?"

Poseidon's expression darkened slightly, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

"I've never stepped on your face before, don't go too far!"

He had some doubts.

Qian Chiyan was acting like he was on fire today, his words were full of barbs, he was angry with me, even hateful.

But after racking his brains, he realized that he hadn't provoked her recently, and hadn't even mentioned her name in front of anyone else.

I didn't do anything to her.

"Are you crazy? Aren't we friends?" Poseidon asked, frowning.

"It's not anymore."

Qian Chiyan sneered, the curve of his lips devoid of any warmth.

"You're so annoying. Every time I see you, I want to fight you."

"You..."

Poseidon gritted his teeth, a lump in his throat that he couldn't swallow.

He wanted to ask again, but Qian Chiyan didn't give him the chance.

"Whoosh--"

Qian Chiyan suddenly flashed in front of Poseidon, so fast that he didn't even leave an afterimage, and punched him in the face.

"Pfft--" Poseidon was punched so hard that his face twisted and he spat out two teeth. He flew backward and slid dozens of meters on the beach before plunging headfirst into the sea.

Seawater splashed everywhere, and waves burst open to a height of ten feet.

Poseidon flew up from the sea, soaking wet, with seaweed still clinging to his hair, his face so gloomy it seemed to drip water.

He held his Trident high, and behind him, waves surged skyward, forming a wall of water in mid-air.

But after holding his hand up for a while, he slowly lowered it, and the waves receded back onto the surface. He looked at Qian Chiyan with a cold expression:

"Let's fight it out to sea, without affecting innocent fishermen."

"Okay." Qian Chiyan nodded indifferently.

The two flew one after the other to a point dozens of miles out to sea, where all that remained was a vast expanse of deep blue.

Poseidon floated three meters in front of her, his feet on the crest of a wave, with waves crashing behind him, but his gaze remained fixed on Qian Chiyan's face, as if trying to find an answer in her eyes.

Why are you like this?

He asked.

This woman is too powerful now. Even if he has the advantage of terrain at sea, he may not be her match.

Fighting is fine, but we need to get to the bottom of it.

"I am able to possess such strength, of course, because someone helped me."

Qian Chiyan said coldly, the sea breeze blowing her long hair backward.

"That person knows the past and the future. And since you will treat my descendants very badly in the future, of course I must seek justice for my descendants."

"Are you... brain-dead?"

Poseidon blurted it out, then paused for a moment afterward, but it was too late to take it back.

"That person was indeed very powerful to help you improve so quickly, but you actually believed what he said?"

He thought more in his heart than he said out loud.

He couldn't think of any other possibility besides Deities that could allow a Titled Douluo to advance so many levels in just three days.

Only Deities could possibly know what the future holds.

Qian Chiyan is truly lucky to have encountered such an opportunity.

No wonder I suddenly hate myself so much and am so ruthless towards myself.

What exactly will I do for your descendants in the future?

Poseidon, suppressing his anger, asked, "Shouldn't we get to the bottom of this?"

"After you become a god in the future, you'll find a successor, and that successor will destroy the Spirit Hall that I will eventually establish!"

Qian Chiyan's voice grew colder and colder.

Poseidon was taken aback.

"May my Angel Godhood be shattered, leaving no heir, no successor!"

Qian Chiyan spoke each word carefully, each word like an icicle piercing the sea, causing the surrounding water vapor to condense into fine white mist.

"This... this... I didn't know that, I didn't expect it either!"

Poseidon was speechless, inwardly groaning. How could he possibly know what the future held?

"Do you think your successor is very powerful?" Qian Chiyan suddenly asked.

Poseidon was taken aback again. This woman truly lived up to her reputation as his only acknowledged friend; she had even guessed this.

"After your successor destroyed the Spirit Hall, the Douluo Continent became worse, and people suffered more instead of becoming more prosperous!"

Qian Chiyan said coldly, his voice so powerful it almost froze the surrounding sea.

What use do you have for this successor?

Poseidon was startled. He could tell that Qian Chiyan was not joking.

"I can swear that I will not accept that person as my successor in the future, is that alright?"

He spoke tentatively.

Blaming oneself for future problems is indeed a disheartening experience.

"Then swear it! Otherwise, I'll break your legs!" Qian Chiyan said seriously.

"You're so cruel!"

Poseidon never expected her to break his leg. He'd be called the lame Sea God from now on—what kind of talk was that?

"I swear to God, I, Sea God, will never..." He raised his hand, then suddenly turned his head, "What was that man's name again?"

"Tang San," Qian Chiyan said.

"Wow, they even know that person's name! Good riddance!"

Poseidon looked surprised, then cleared his throat and adopted a solemn expression.

"I swear to God, I, the Sea God, will never accept Tang San as my successor, or my divine position will be shattered."

"Puff--"

Qian Chiyan slapped him, sending him sliding more than a hundred meters across the sea. "You fucking lied to me, didn't you? You're the Sea God now?"

"I... I momentarily forgot I'm only Titled Douluo, I'm sorry!"

Poseidon climbed out of the water, wiped the seawater off his face in a disheveled manner, and quickly raised his hands again.

"I swear to God, I, Poseidon, will absolutely not accept Tang San as my successor, or my divine position will be shattered!"

Qian Chiyan put his hand away and sent the recording to the group chat.

[Love-Starved Little Angel: Waaah, the Ancestral God is bullying the Sea God again! You've beaten the Sea God black and blue!!! It feels so good! He was so blind to dare choose Tang San as his successor.]

[The Spirit Hall Saintess: If the Ancestral God kills Poseidon, then there will be no Sea God.]

[I Am the Angel God: That's a great idea!!]

[A Leaf Knows Autumn: What about the Asura God King?]

[Spirit Hall Saintess: Never mind!]

Young Bibi Dong saw this, she was stunned for a moment.

The Group Owner is smart.

They killed Poseidon, and also the Asura God King.

Wouldn't it be even better if the Asura God King simply found a successor to inherit the Asura God King Godhood?