An Understated Dominance - Chapter 2514

Chapter 2514

Poseidon hovered in midair, his trident in hand, exuding a commanding presence. He looked every bit a god, and his figure was so imposing it struck fear into all who beheld him.

With a simple wave of his hand, an invisible force struck Warrick, expelling the three silver needles from his body.
As feeling returned to his limbs, Warrick’s face lit up. He quickly rose to his feet and placed a clenched fist over his chest in salute.

“Thank you, Lord Poseidon, for saving me. I will never forget this kindness!” he said earnestly.

“No need for formalities, Sir Prescott. Since you’ve pledged yourself to the Hall of Gods, it’s only right that I ensure your safety,” Poseidon replied with a faint smile, descending gracefully.

“Your timely arrival was a blessing,” Warrick added, bowing his head in respect. “Without you, we surely would’ve perished tonight.”

The royal gods of the Hall of Gods were figures Warrick could only revere from afar. Everything about Poseidon—his power, his stature—was on a level far beyond Warrick’s reach. But it was his strength that truly inspired awe.

When Poseidon appeared, it felt as though a god had descended to earth, effortlessly crushing Dustin within seconds. Such terrifying power surpassed even Warrick’s wildest imagination.

“That man’s skills were mediocre at best,” Poseidon remarked coolly.
“How did you all end up in such a pitiful state?”

Warrick and Mulder exchanged uneasy glances at the question. They had just faced an ultimate grandmaster—an opponent of overwhelming power. How could they possibly have stood against that? Only someone like Poseidon, a royal god, could have defeated Dustin so easily.

“The ship is anchored ten nautical miles from here,” Poseidon said. “If you’re ready, follow me.”

He raised his trident and tapped it against the ground.
Instantly, something strange happened.

A ripple of water surged beneath Warrick and the others, as if guided by an unseen force. It lifted them gently and began carrying them toward the sea.

“What kind of supreme divine power is this?” Warrick muttered, eyes wide with astonishment.

The water beneath his feet felt soft yet firm—like walking on a floating carpet. It was far more wondrous than traveling by boat.

“Did I say you could leave?”

Just as Warrick and the others were being carried away, a sudden voice rang out from behind.

“Hm?” Poseidon frowned and turned to look.

From the massive crater left by the impact, a figure slowly emerged—it was Dustin.

“This kid’s still alive?” Warrick exclaimed in shock.

“He’s got serious endurance. But against Lord Poseidon, he doesn’t stand a chance,” Mulder scoffed after a moment of surprise.

He had to admit, Dustin was formidable. In his early twenties, he’d already earned a reputation as an ultimate grandmaster—a feat that demanded respect wherever he went.
But despite his strength, he was still too young. Against a battle-hardened ultimate grandmaster like Poseidon, Dustin was simply outmatched.

“Young man, if you’d stayed down and played dead, you might’ve lived to see another day,” Poseidon said, shaking his head.

His gaze was cold, as if he were already staring at a corpse. “But since you insist on throwing your life away, don’t blame me for what happens next.”

Dustin brushed off his clothes and stepped out of the crater, his eyes sharp. “Play dead? You’re not even worth the effort.”

“Ignorant fool,” Poseidon sneered, pointing a finger at him.

A massive water serpent materialized out of thin air. It hissed and lunged at Dustin with explosive speed.

“Just a petty trick.”

Dustin scoffed and stood his ground without flinching. With his hand shaped like a sword, he slashed at the incoming serpent midair.

A flash of white light tore through the beast, slicing it cleanly in half. It dissolved into seawater and vanished without a trace.

Poseidon raised an eyebrow, mildly surprised. That serpent had only carried a fraction of his true power, yet it would have been fatal to most grandmaster martial artists. But Dustin had effortlessly cut it down—clearly, his cultivation was no ordinary feat.

“Who are you? Tell me your name,” Poseidon asked coldly.

Normally, he wouldn’t have bothered. Insects weren’t worth names. But Dustin’s strength had caught his attention.

Mulder quickly stepped in. “Lord Poseidon, this is Prince Logan—the Crown Prince of West Lucozia.”

“Logan Rhys?” Poseidon’s face lit up with a smile. “Perfect. I’ve been searching high and low for him, and here he is, right before me. What a pleasant surprise. It’s as if the gods themselves are smiling on me tonight.”

Logan had already been marked as a major threat by the Hall of Gods—one of the key targets they needed eliminated.

Initially, it would’ve taken a detailed plan and extensive resources to bring him down. But now, with Logan standing right before Poseidon, all of that effort was unnecessary.

Taking Logan out now would remove a huge threat to the Hall of Gods—and opportunities like this didn’t come often. Poseidon had no intention of letting it slip through his fingers.