Chapter 308: Martial Saint's Predicament

Legend told of his bitter enmity with the Black Lotus Sect, never once showing mercy to its adherents.

"He...he's Martial Saint?" Poseidon's mind reeled into stupefaction as shrill terror contorted his features. Without hesitation, he too turned to flee, drenched in a cold sweat.

One man, one title – yet enough to paralyze two formidable foes with dread. Likely only Martial Saint could inspire such reaction.

"A pack of vermin plotting against me, and you think to flee?" The unassuming man's eyes flashed with arctic chill as he moved, a blur.

Before Poseidon could gather his wits, that imposing figure loomed before him. Too swift – a sweeping palm struck, effortlessly swatting him skyward like swatting a gnat.

Fragile, pitiful – a mere flick of the wrist from a colossus against a child.

With a muted thump, Poseidon crumpled unconscious, his mask shattering upon impact.

"No!" Vulcan shrieked in horror, eyes bulging as one of similar prowess was rendered a beaten wretch with trivial e
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