Moros looked at William, his mind somewhat muddled.
When he was in the Divine Realm, it wasn't as if he hadn't clashed with Poseidon. The result of those fights was... as soon as Poseidon got serious, Moros had no choice but to flee.
But Moros, unable to defeat Poseidon, wondered if he couldn't even kill one of his incarnations to vent his frustration.
Seeing Moros's puzzled expression, William frowned: "Do you think he can't kill you?"
Moros hesitated: "If he still had his Trident, naturally I wouldn't stand a chance, but his Trident seems to be missing... Although I can't defeat him, it's not so easy for him to kill me either."
William genuinely wanted to slap some sense into this fool.
"If you encountered one of his brothers, I think you'd die miserably," William said.
He actually had a decent relationship with Poseidon and understood his temperament. Poseidon could be a bit shameless at times but was generally kind-hearted.
