Douluo: Reincarnation of Leosli, punishing the evildoers

"What do you mean?" Poseidon's voice echoed like the deep sea, carrying an undeniable authority, yet also revealing a hint of doubt.

“A few days ago, someone, no, a god, found me and asked me to tell you something.” Leosley didn’t rush to say what it was about, but looked at Poseidon. “Of course, it was just a suggestion for you to bring your people back and not worry about the life or death of that so-called ghost or god.”

"How come you..." Poseidon was also surprised to hear this. This person not only knew that he had issued a divine decree, instructing Poseidon to send people to help, but also knew the names of the gods sent down to the mortal realm by the Asura God.

"How would I know the names of the people from the Asura God's faction?" Leosley looked at Poseidon. "It's simple. A gentleman asked me to tell you that the people on the Asura God's side are called Ghost Gods, and he wants you to withdraw your people and leave them alone. He also said that you can't help him and might even get implicated."

Poseidon felt somewhat uncomfortable upon hearing this.

He's a first-level god, after all, and he has a status in the divine realm!
Why is it that when it comes to this guy, it's like he's nothing?
Poseidon's gaze darkened slightly. Although his expression didn't change much, a barely perceptible tremor flickered in his deep, ocean-like eyes. His fingers gently tapped the stone pillars of the Temple of Poseidon, producing a soft sound, as if he were suppressing his inner emotions.

Poseidon's voice was low and tinged with coldness: "You think I need to listen to someone else's advice and withdraw my orders?"

"But I don't think I've ever said that this is a request!"

Before Leosley could finish speaking, the temperature in the air plummeted, as if time itself had frozen. A thin layer of frost quietly spread across the stone steps in front of the Temple of Poseidon, covering the entire ground in the blink of an eye.

The distant waves also stopped churning at that moment, as if they were imprisoned in place by an invisible force.

Poseidon frowned slightly, his gaze sharp as he looked at Leosley.

"So, you intend to prove your position in this way?"

Poseidon's tone carried a hint of disdain, yet his body involuntarily tensed. He could sense that the chill was not ordinary ice-attribute power, but rather contained some deeper, more profound law-based power. Even he dared not be careless.

Poseidon instinctively took a step back, gripping his scepter tightly with both hands, and murmured, "What... exactly is this power?"
She shifted her feet slightly backward, the soles of her shoes making a soft rustling sound as they scraped against the stone slabs. Her fingertips turned white from the effort, gripping the scepter tightly in her hands, as if it were the only thing she could rely on.

Her gaze was fixed on Leosley, her pupils contracted, and a bead of cold sweat trickled down her forehead, dripping onto her clothes.

A suffocating sense of oppression filled the air, as if an invisible hammer were pressing down on everyone's chest. The light before the Temple of Poseidon distorted, as if torn apart by some force, making everything around seem blurry and unreal. Even Poseidon's once majestic figure appeared somewhat insignificant under this power.

Poseidon remained calm, even though it was just a wisp of a descended soul, but his hands unconsciously clenched, his knuckles turning slightly white. His gaze was as sharp as a blade, trying to pierce through the strange power emanating from Leosley and see through its true nature.

Poseidon was about to intervene when she saw Leosley being disrespectful to her boss, but Melusin, who had been keeping quiet all along, wouldn't let her do so.

"Don't move!" Siegfried smiled and raised the tranquilizer gun, aiming it at Poseidon.

"you"

Poseidon was also surprised that the seemingly harmless Siegwen actually possessed such a thing.

The atmosphere in front of the Temple of Poseidon froze at that moment, and everyone's movements stopped for a moment, as if time had been stretched out countless times.

Siegwen held the seemingly harmless "toy gun" in her hand, the muzzle steadily pointed at Poseidon, her face still bearing that innocent smile, as if she were just playing a game.

However, the coldness and determination behind that smile sent a chill down Poseidon's spine. She could sense that the girl before her was not as simple as she appeared, and the weapon in her hand was certainly not a toy.

As for Leosley, he was watching Poseidon ahead.

A silent tension hung in the air, as if the slightest misstep could erupt into a cataclysmic conflict. Poseidon narrowed his eyes slightly, his voice low, whether he was feigning composure or not was unclear.

"What exactly do you want?"

“First, withdraw your people; second, provide the location of the ghosts and spirits; third, well,” Leos paused, “never mind, the third one isn’t important.”

Although they hadn't directly clashed, Poseidon's mind was already in turmoil.

The cultivation level of this Leosley in front of him was even more terrifying than he had imagined!
Although he was a first-level god, and this was his home turf, as the saying goes, ice and water go hand in hand. He could sense that if they really fought, he probably wouldn't be a match for him.

"Since it's a transaction, what will I get in return?"

To be honest, Poseidon was a little scared now, but considering that this was Poseidon Island and his followers were all below, he still had to bite the bullet and ask.

Otherwise, where would his authority as the sea god be?

Well, he doesn't really have much authority. If Leosley really doesn't give him face, he wouldn't dare to do anything. At most, he can only pretend to be cool.

Is one successor enough?

Leosley knew that Poseidon was one of the most eager to run away from the divine realm.

Other gods only thought of leaving after they got tired of exploring the divine realm, or they simply didn't find life in the divine realm interesting enough to want to go out and see the world.

But the sea god had only been in the realm of gods for a short time before he began preparing to flee.

Aside from the new generation of gods after the Dragon God War, the Sea God is basically a third or even fourth generation of gods who entered the God Realm. According to the timeline of Douluo Continent, that's at most 20,000 years, and according to the timeline of the God Realm, that's almost 50 years.

Poseidon was silent for a moment, then his face showed some delight.

It's not that he doesn't want to find a successor to the divine throne, but he is a first-level god, and he doesn't look down on those with poor talent. Although one can cheat in the divine exam and get some extra help, the assessment is real, and it won't work if one fails.

We can't just cheat blatantly, can we?

That's why he cast the Heart of the Sea God onto the mainland, casting a wide net to catch as many fish as possible.

But so many years have passed, and although there have been some good options, none of them have been satisfactory.

The position of sea god belongs to Poseidon. If he chooses someone too incompetent, not only will he be unhappy with it, but he will also be laughed at by others.

"You don't need to concern yourself with the affairs of Seagod Island. As for the ghost god, what does his life or death have to do with you?"

Leosley's gaze sharpened slightly, and his voice was low.

"You really think that Asura God would be so kind as to ask you for help? Don't you even think about why?" (End of Chapter)