"Y-you're Qian Chongling?"
Looking at the young man, Poseidon's pupils suddenly contracted, and he cried out in shock.
"Heh heh. A god, all right. You recognized me at a glance."
Qian Chongling chuckled and patted the Fly Swatter in his hand. "I knew it. A rotten fly like you was bound to tamper with my Divine Ancestor's Divine Trial."
"A rotten fly?"
Poseidon froze, then snarled, "Mortal, say that again. I dare you!"
"I said you're a rotten fly. How many more times do you need me to say it?"
As he spoke, Qian Chongling whipped his right hand forward, swinging the Fly Swatter viciously at Poseidon's face.
Poseidon reacted swiftly. The instant Qian Chongling struck, he darted aside and reached for Qian Chongling's right arm.
But Qian Chongling paid him no heed. He drifted lightly back several steps, then flicked the Fly Swatter and smacked Poseidon hard across the face.
"Aaargh!"
With that scream, Poseidon's handsome face instantly swelled.
His once-arrogant face twisted into a hideous grimace. His nose broke, his teeth fell out, and blood gushed from his mouth.
Looking at the battered Poseidon, Qian Chongling sneered. "Hmph! You really are an irritating rotten fly!"
Poseidon stared at the Fly Swatter in Qian Chongling's hand, the fury in his eyes burning ever fiercer.
"A mere mortal actually dared to hit me! I'll make you beg for life and deny you even death!"
He, Poseidon, a mighty principal god of the Divine Realm, had been slapped across the face by a mortal with a Fly Swatter. How could he not be furious?
"Is that so?"
Qian Chongling gave an indifferent, icy smile. Then his jet-black eyes suddenly turned crimson, and he brought the Fly Swatter crashing down at Poseidon.
Seeing the Fly Swatter hurtling toward him, Poseidon gritted his