Chapter 817 Perhaps he would have given up on himself

Chapter 817 Perhaps he would have given up on himself

Poseidon, the god of the sea, had a gleeful look on his face, which William didn't particularly dislike, but he felt it necessary to teach the young god a lesson—to show him that being a spectator isn't always as enjoyable as it seems.

The next moment, William and Poseidon found themselves in the vast, desolate cosmos, facing each other from a distance.

"Master, I was wrong," Poseidon said, a hint of panic in his voice.

Could it be? Was the master really angry?

William shook his head, "No! You're not wrong!"

"I really was wrong," Poseidon insisted, his face a picture of misery.

When others grasped the true power of the highest cosmic truths, they invariably experienced phenomena wrapped in thousands of holy lights, a scene of grandeur.

But for him, it seemed he was just about to get a beating.

Poseidon had no desire to fight William.

"Enough talk," William said. "Let me see what progress you've made."

William still held only a wooden sword in his hand, but Poseidon knew all too well that whether William chose to use the sword or not, the outcome would be the same.

Poseidon might have grasped the true power of the highest cosmic truths.

But the power of the holy aura within him hadn't increased.

At best, there had been a qualitative change, but no quantitative increase.

He had seen William participate in the Cosmic Entity Guardians' battle.

Even the Cosmic Entities were casually brutalized by him,the champions of various universes were no match for William, as weak and inexperienced as they were.

In front of William, he was merely a novice with a combat strength of five.

He knew well that William wouldn't really kill him, but a beating seemed inevitable.

Luckily, there were no others nearby, or he would have lost face big time.

The mighty Poseidon, casually brutalized.

Ah, just thinking about it felt quite tragic.

As he thought this, Zeus and Hera suddenly appeared nearby.

William looked indifferent, as if their presence had nothing to do with him—they had come on their own.

How could there be a fight without an audience?

Zeus stood far away, looking at Poseidon, knowing that little Poseidon was about to get a beating.

Hera also stood aside, sneaking glances, pretending not to see what was happening, as if she knew nothing.

She too was preparing to break through her power limits. Poseidon had now first grasped the true power of the highest cosmic truths, henceforth no longer restricted by the Cosmic Entity.

But how much had Poseidon's strength really improved after his breakthrough?

Talking too much was pointless.

Poseidon clenched his fist, and his Trident appeared behind him, standing on Triton's Tempest Circle, his eyes overflowing with blue light.

Had Poseidon gone mad?

The Trident split into four clones, each pointing at William from different directions, surrounding him in the middle. Triton's Tempest Circle instantly formed a barrier, enveloping William within.

Thousands of energies, sharp as scalpels, crisscrossed within this barrier.

William had suppressed his own power to match Poseidon's, his body raging with sword energy.

The chaotic energy flows of Triton's Tempest Circle were undeniably strong, each stream capable of slicing a planet. Even high-ranking god-kings like the archangel Amenadiel, controlled by the Cosmic Entity, wouldn't survive ten seconds within this barrier.

The protective shield raised by William's sword energy began to crack under the relentless cutting of the thousands of energy streams.

"Very good!"

William didn't think less of Poseidon for failing to break his shield.

He was invincible after all. If he always judged others by their combat strength, then everyone would look like trash to him.

How arrogant would that be?

Because of this, William didn't favor someone just because they were strong, nor did he look down on someone because they were weak.

After all, none were as strong as him, right?

Poseidon could hear William's praise and see the situation within Triton's Tempest Circle.

He had managed to damage William's protective shield to this extent,that was probably enough to boast about.

The chaotic energy flows within Triton's Tempest Circle were colorful and beautiful. William, with his wooden sword planted in the ground, watched the splendid scene within the barrier, thinking that enjoying a meal in such a setting wouldn't be too bad.

Even the special effects in movies couldn't compare to the beauty within Triton's Tempest Circle.

Although this beautiful scenery was full of deadly threats.

William only worried that doing such a thing might deal a devastating blow to Poseidon's confidence.

That would be an insult not high in damage but very high in humiliation.

William was straightforward, drawing his sword and slashing towards the Trident.

The target was clear!

To break Triton's Tempest Circle under normal circumstances, one would have to break the barrier from each of its four corners.

If not done this way, it wasn't impossible,William could slightly increase his power and break the barrier with one sword strike.

But that would be no fun.

Facing a powerful barrier, it was proper to break it the right way, which was the minimum respect for the person who set it up.

Especially for Poseidon, William decided to give him that minimum respect.

With this sword strike, Poseidon also saw William's intention, his expression turning somewhat excited.

This was the feeling of being respected.

If William had broken the barrier with one strike again, it would only have led to defeat for Poseidon.

Perhaps he would have given up on himself.

After making a big decision to abandon his original power and painstakingly grasping the true power of the highest cosmic truths, to be mercilessly slapped in the face right after stepping out— who could endure that?