Seeing Medusa's wrist tightly gripped by Poseidon.
At Medusa's side, a warrior who had always guarded her, clad in a full suit of golden armor, immediately raised the spear in his hand at Poseidon.
At once, his golden spear accurately blocked Poseidon's path.
Looking at the golden spear so close before him, Poseidon's expression turned cold.
"Now that you know who I am, you still dare raise a weapon against me!
Bastard!"
Poseidon cursed fiercely, but his words earned only the warrior's disdainful reply.
"Heh, great Lord Poseidon!
Though you are the Lord of the Oceans and king of the seas.
I am sorry, but the land beneath your feet is called Athens!"
"Athens, Athens, hahahahaha!
To hell with Athens! Even Athena has no right to stop me!
And you—do you want Athens to bear the ocean's wrath?!"
Seeing that the warrior did not care about his identity, Poseidon flew into a fury. He released Medusa's hand and faced the Gold Saint before him directly!
Facing the Lord of the Oceans, whose beard and hair were whipping wildly in rage, the Gold Saint clenched his teeth. He gripped his spear with both hands and solemnly assumed a fighting stance.
Keeping Poseidon guarded with a low stance, the warrior spoke as calmly and softly as he could.
"Athens will bear no wrath, because Athena would never vent her anger upon the people who love and worship her over some trivial matter born of impulsiveness like this!
As for your fury, I firmly believe its flames will never reach Athens!
I am Tohru, the Libra Saint.
Before I die, you must abandon your designs on Priestess Medusa and return to the sea that belongs to you!
And after I die, others will stand before you as I do!
So, are you prepared