It was him.
It had to be him.
That terrifying aura that had frozen her very soul and nearly erased her from existence—
Without a doubt, it came from that man.
If he wished, she wouldn't even have time to scream before being wiped from this World.
The Angel God's soul-phantom flickered violently, as if it might crumble into motes of light at any moment.
The intuition of a Divinity shrieked from every corner of her soul—
Bow. Lower your head. Do not look directly at him.
She obeyed instinctively.
Her noble head dropped sharply, her entire form trembling uncontrollably.
Forget the dignity of a God.
She couldn't even assemble a complete sentence now.
Just as the Angel God felt her very soul trembling on the verge of collapse—
Lin Feng's lazy yet icily indifferent voice drifted out, unhurried and devastating.
"Posey is someone I just hired to guard the shop entrance."
"If you dare to harbor any improper intent again, I'll tear your soul apart—again."
The plain tone, completely emotionless, echoed like thunder inside her soul.
Too much information.
Far too much.
So much that her mind blanked for several seconds.
Guard?
Tear apart?
Again?!
Her divine soul scrambled to break down the meaning of each word.
First—
Posey, the great priestess of the Sea God, was actually poached by this man… to be a door guard?!
A level 99 super Douluo, one of the Sea God's chosen…
Just to guard. A. Door?!
If that bastard Sea God learned of this, wouldn't he cough blood and fall out of the God Realm?!
Second—
This man was actually protecting the Sea God's priestess.
The killing intent she released earlier triggered that terrifying aura…
So that overwhelming suppression…
Was for Posey?
Third—
The reason her divine soul could awaken at all was almost certainly because of him.
And lastly—
The most terrifying part:
Since he could reawaken her soul…
He could just as easily tear her apart again.
And he absolutely would.
When these realizations fully settled…
The Angel God nearly folded in mid-air.
Her golden phantom shrank slightly, her voice shaking with panic.
"I—I'm sorry!"
"I didn't know she was your subordinate… I won't dare again…"
This scene made several corners of Qian Daoliu's mouth twitch.
His ancestor… was extremely good at surrendering, wasn't she?
At the entrance, Posey—having just been seconds from death—finally exhaled deeply.
But then she realized something strange.
She looked around and saw…
No one else reacted with shock.
Not Ning Fengzhi.
Not Dai Tianfeng.
Not even Sword Douluo.
They all looked completely calm, as if Lin Feng threatening a God was no more surprising than him saying:
"Add another dish to the menu."
Posey: "???"
This is a Divinity!
Why isn't anyone panicking?!
Why does everyone look like they see this every Tuesday?!
If Dai Tianfeng could hear her thoughts, he'd probably fold his arms like an old veteran:
"Oh? You mean senior casually scolding a God?
Ah yes, standard operation.
You'll get used to it."
Meanwhile—
After the Angel God gave her trembling apology…
She waited for a reaction.
None came.
She stealthily lifted her gaze—
Only to see Lin Feng smiling faintly while tapping the head of a blue-clothed girl with a chopstick.
The girl pouted in pain.
Then showed a bright, silly smile.
The Angel God: "…"
He wasn't even looking at her.
The relief washed over her like warm sunlight.
For the first time since her resurrection, her soul felt slightly stable.
She prepared to reassess her situation—
"Pfft—"
A sharp, unrestrained laugh echoed—
Cutting right into her nonexistent ears.
"Is this the so-called Angel God? Qian Daoliu, this is your ancestor?"
"That's it?"
That's it?!
A phrase with no physical damage but maximum emotional crit.
The speaker was Bibi Dong—
Who had just reconciled with her daughter
and was in a very, very good mood.
Qian Daoliu's expression immediately darkened.
He wanted to shout back:
What do you mean 'that's it'?!
That's Senior! Everyone cowers before Senior!
If you're so capable—go defy him!
See if he doesn't cut you down instantly!
…But then he looked at his Granddaughter clinging to Bibi Dong with bright eyes.
He sighed internally.
Fine.
Let her be arrogant today.
They just reconciled—no need to start another war.
He endured.
But the Angel God…
Had never endured such humiliation.
Just as she turned her head, preparing to speak as a Divinity—
A soft, sweet, slightly spoiled voice cut her off.
"Mom~"
Qian Renxue tugged Bibi Dong's arm lightly, her voice tender.
"She's still my ancestor. Give me a little face, okay~?"
The Angel God: "…"
Her divine soul trembled.
Is this something a mortal child should say?!
"Give me face"?
Meaning I, the ancestor, rely on you, a junior, to bestow face?!
And "Mom"?
So the rude woman mocking her… was also your mother?!
Before she could process this insanity—
Bibi Dong smiled softly(!)
and nodded:
"Mm, alright. For Xiaoxue's sake, I'll give some dignity to the Angel God."
The Angel God:
"..."
Dignity?
Given… by a mortal?
She felt a vein bulging on her soul-body.
What was happening with this generation?!
Where was the awe for ancestors?!
Where was the majesty of the divine lineage?!
Cold!
So cold it hurts!
Angry!
So angry the soul shakes!
But then—
Her gaze finally settled fully… on Bibi Dong.
And in that instant—
Her ethereal expression changed dramatically.
"You…"
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