The woman's posture was relaxed—yet carried an indescribable authority.
Looking at Qian Renxue, Poseidon frowned first because she was the only living creature nearby. And he sensed an invisible field enveloped the clearing—isolating space itself.
Still, his divine pride surged.
A towering phantom of seawater and divine light formed before her, eyes blazing with arrogance.
"Behold, mortal," Poseidon declared in a solemn, resounding voice.
"I am Poseidon, Sea God of the Divine Realm."
But even as his voice echoed with godly majesty, his gaze lingered subtly upon her form. His expression twisted into a lecherous one.
Qian Renxue lifted her eyes to him.
Her expression was gentle. Calm. Almost… amused.
"Poseidon," she asked softly, her voice smooth as flowing water,
"Tell me—does sacred and holy power truly belong to a god who governs the sea?"
Poseidon's eyes narrowed. Her tone carried no fear.
"Mortal," he replied coldly, "I sense no reverence in your heart. You stand before a god, yet you dare speak so casually?"
A pressure descended, divine might rolling forward like an approaching tsunami.
"Perhaps," Poseidon continued, "you require punishment to learn proper respect."
He had never cared for the so-called rules of the God Realm. Interfering with mortals, slaughtering those he disliked—such things were trivial. He was a god.
For countless years, he had worked alongside Asura, quietly eroding the fate of Spirit Hall, strangling the continent's luck, ensuring Douluo remained nothing more than a harvest ground for faith.
The Angel Goddess's legacy—uplifting civilians, granting equality, spreading awakening rites—had always disgusted him.
And now…
His gaze sharpened with interest.
'Such a body… such talent…'
'If subdued,' he mused,' she would make an excellent divine attendant.'
A slow, indulgent smile crept onto his face.
Qian Renxue saw it clearly.and she smiled back.
Her smile was calm—.
"So," she said lightly, rising to her feet, golden sword humming faintly as it responded to her will,
"Then there is nothing more to discuss."
"Heh. Heh."
Qian Renxue's soft laughter echoed faintly through the isolated clearing.
She raised the golden sword.and merely slashed.
The blade traced a simple arc—and space itself split apart.
A razor-thin rift tore through the air, revealing chaotic spatial turbulence beneath, as if the world had been forcibly peeled open. The aftershock shredded the ground, leaving behind a smooth, glass-like scar etched across the earth.
Qian Renxue's eyes gleamed faintly.
'This fight will be good training', she thought calmly.
'So I will only use what I can as a soul master.'
Even such a restrained strike radiated an authority that could not be mistaken.
Poseidon's divine conciousness recoiled.
"A—divine artifact?!" he exclaimed, his composure cracking.
Then he recognized the sword and his expression darkened further.
"The Angel Sword."
Qian Renxue smiled faintly, the tip of her blade resting casually at her side.
"Oh? You recognize it?" she said lightly.
"Then you should know—only the inheritor of the Angel Goddess can wield this sword."
She tilted her head slightly, purple eyes glinting.
"You must be wondering how I bypassed your so-called requirements to swing it."
Poseidon's face twisted.
The dignified, sacred façade he had maintained shattered completely, revealing naked rage beneath divine pride.
"Enough!"
The sea roared.
"Sea God's Thirteen Halberd!"
An illusory ocean erupted around him. Endless waves surged into existence, crashing against one another as the Vast Ocean Domain unfolded. The air grew heavy with pressure, as if the crushing depths of the seabed had descended upon the forest.
A massive halberd formed in Poseidon's grasp—condensed divine will shaped into a weapon of destruction.
The halberd moved with overwhelming force, each strike carrying the weight of tidal calamity, seeking to subdue, to break her will and body alike.
But Qian Renxue had already jumped in the sky.
Twelve radiant wings unfurled behind her, spanning the heavens. Golden light flooded the clearing, dispelling shadows as she rose—brilliant and absolute, like a miniature sun descending upon the world.
Her martial soul possession completed seamlessly.
After bloodline of the Dragon God fused with her she can fuse with her martial soul without worried of the madness
The Angelic Domain bloomed.
Gold against blue, two domains clashed
Two domains collided violently, waves evaporating into mist while light radiance condensed into burning halos. The ground between them cracked under the pressure of competing authorities.
Qian Renxue hovered calmly within her domain.
This battle for her —was not about victory.
It was refinement of her skills, because the moment she used beyonder's ability the divine consciousness will be nothing but a fish on a chopping block.
She wanted to test how strong she actually is without relying on her Beyonder's abilities.
For years learning and fusing various sword techniques she had become a sword master. After becoming a sword master after much difficulty she had devised a sword technique, for herself.
Now, she would temper it.
Qian Renxue's voice was heard whispering softly—
"Nine Sun Style…
First Form: The Rising Sun."
The sword descended.
A single slash——but it carried the inevitability of dawn.
A beam of blazing light erupted forth, pure and scorching, like the first ray of sunlight piercing the horizon
It clashed with Poseidon's advancing halberd, colliding with it in a thunderous explosion of steam and shockwaves.
Poseidon raised his hand, with divine energy surging forth. Vast quantities of water condensed from nothingness, crashing down in torrents to smother the ultimate fire embedded within the slash.
(Author notes: Qian Renxue has practiced sword technique she developed while mostly taking over Julia'a body when hunting down Evil soul masters. Now this fight with Posiedon's divine consciousness is a training for her)