Poseidon might have seemed cool and collected, constantly running her mouth, but it was all an act.
If trash talk could kill, Lin Qian would already have died beneath her tongue a thousand times over.
Her hatred for this brat, who had both fleeced and toyed with her, towered to the heavens. She wished she could tear him into ten thousand pieces and burn his soul millions of times to vent the hatred in her heart!
A thousand miles in an instant-wherever her divine sense reached, her body followed. Poseidon was not flying, but teleporting. Throughout that day, her divine sense had shrouded the ocean. Every Sea Soul Beast, without exception, trembled beneath that pressure, terrified of angering the deity and suddenly dropping dead.
She soon found her target. Strangely, however, Lin Qian stood rooted to the spot, without the slightest intention of running.
To a crooked mind, everything looked crooked. Seeing him smiling, even in the mood to wave at her, Poseidon felt her heart seize and her blood pressure soar.
"Why aren't you keeping it up? Weren't you having such fun hiding? You filthy... little... rat... in the gutter..."
By the end, she dragged out each word, her teeth grinding. For a moment, it was hard to tell who looked more like a rat.
Even a clay figurine had a temper, let alone someone who was a born contrarian. If he awakened his Martial Soul again, it would surely be a dumbbell, with an Innate Domain called Blossoms on the Bar.
Lin Qian narrowed his eyes. "Your mouth stinks so badly, people might think I blew up your toilet and left you soaking in the pit for days~"
Poseidon's expression darkened further. She really did look freshly fished out of one. "I have to admit, your talent is