"Oh!" Muria nodded indifferently, "Well then, call out your father right now, and you won't have to worry about what I might do to you."
"Aren't you afraid? You also wield a True Divine Artifact; don't you understand how powerful a true god is?" In an extremely frustrated posture, the demigod twisted his head while curled up on the sea island, his once majestic golden eagle head now looking helplessly at Muria.
"Fool, have you still not figured it out?" Hearing that this birdman was still trying to threaten him with his father, Muria laughed, stretched out his claw, and pressed it against his face, pushing half of his eagle head directly into the rock.
"You!" The demigod, who had never endured such humiliation, was both shocked and furious, "To treat a Child of a Divine Being like this!"
"So what? I've killed more of your kind when I was younger than you can imagine," Muria whispered softly, "Enough, I didn't bring you here to discuss such trivial matters. Let's stop it here."
