Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1499 Fourth Prince of Stoneheart

"Die, you wretched crawler! You won't escape my Frost Star Ring!"

Instantly, the icy fog hardened into form. Kaelen became trapped within a tightening globe of utter zero cold.

Around him, sheets of ice piled up relentlessly, crafting a cage meant to restrain, chill, and bury alive. Glacial Dragon Jorik showed no mercy; he launched straight into his ultimate technique.

The sphere echoed with a grating noise as ice started spreading across Kaelen's flesh. His armor creaked from the extreme temperature strain, turning into a crushing burden.

"Damn it," Kaelen snarled, his breath forming clouds. "Who are you calling a crawler?"

Sure, he was a genuine Insect King, but he also held the title of Prince in the Stoneheart Horde. Taking insults from a reptile was bad enough; getting iced like frozen meat was unacceptable. Allowing this would shame his father and the entire Horde.

Diplomacy had failed completely. Now, it was time for brute force to speak.

CRACK!

Kaelen's armor didn't merely crack; it exploded outward. Six enormous ghostly limbs erupted from his back—the triggered power of the Serpent-Demon's Grasp.

Paired with his butterfly wings and the majestic presence of an Insect King, the sight was impossible to deny. Even if Kaelen denied being the Dragonlouse King now, Jorik wouldn't trust him, not even with a blood oath.

Yet the strength was authentic.

The moment the six dragon-like talons appeared, they attacked fiercely. They ripped apart the Frost Star Ring as if it were tissue. The enormous ice orb exploded, hurling fragments plummeting into the ocean.

A Legendary-tier relic like the Serpent-Demon's Grasp suited an Archlord perfectly. Jorik lingered only at Legendary rank's pinnacle. Their equipment difference formed an vast abyss.

"Now... who's the bug?"

For Jorik, this turned into a horrifying ordeal.

In one instant, his foe was encased in ice. The next, the frost crumbled to powder, and Kaelen floated mere inches from his muzzle. The six ethereal talons spread wide, their points digging into the dragon's neck plates.

Jorik attempted to pull back, to bite down, to react in any way, yet the grip around his throat grew firmer.

With primal beastly sense, he realized a single movement would lop his head clean off.

"I asked you a question," Kaelen hissed, eyes gleaming with crimson bloodlust. He resisted the impulse to crush. "Who is the parasite here?"

Jorik was speechless. Telepathic communication failed too. Overwhelming dread paralyzed him—the natural, primal fear a Dragonlouse King instilled in all dragons.

THWIP!

While Kaelen questioned the dragon, the ground beneath erupted violently. A streak of speed rocketed up, targeting Jorik's vulnerable torso like a marksman's shot.

Kaelen's reactions bordered on divine. His ghostly talons jerked Jorik aside, hauling the huge dragon clear of the fatal strike.

But too slowly.

SNICK.

Blood erupted into the air. Jorik lost a wing and front limb, sliced off neatly at the base.

The assailant hadn't targeted Kaelen. Its goal was dragon slaughter.

"Why save the meat?" a clicking voice rasped. "Kill it. Kill the heathens."

Kaelen blinked in surprise. The nerve was nearly amusing. An insect daring to command him?

He disregarded the being fluttering nearby with mosquito wings and focused again on the crippled dragon. A smirk crossed Kaelen's face.

"See that?" He motioned with a talon. "That is the Dragonlouse King you were looking for."

Kaelen withdrew the Serpent-Demon's Grasp and released Jorik.

Without wing or leg, the Glacial Dragon posed no danger anymore. He became mere audience. Kaelen's rule: avoid crushing the disabled unless necessary.

"Were you... questioning me?"

Kaelen shifted his stare to the intruder.

The Dragonlouse King looked grotesque. Twitching feelers, jaws lined with spike-like fangs, sheer mosquito wings adorned it. Barbed spines coated its legs—the very ones that had severed dragon parts like branches.

Kaelen spotted lines of tiny extra talons flexing on the monster's belly.

This was a genuine Insect King. Unmixed bloodline.

"You smell like an Insect King," the beast chattered, brushing off Kaelen's menace. "Why spare the lizard?"

Kaelen's face grew stormy.

Royal blood flowed in him. Swarm ranks demanded submission, no arguments. Defiant underlings received no caution; they faced destruction.

"Die."

Kaelen acted without pause.

Jorik survived due to Horde-Dragonflight pact. But this pest? Pure experience points ripe for claiming.

Kaelen blinked out of sight, materializing right before the Dragonlouse King. Bare-handed, he lunged to rip the fiend apart.

ROAR!

The Dragonlouse King gaped wide and fired a close-range surge of raw Dragon Fear.

Stolen from prey, yet fiercely effective.

Kaelen thrust his spectral talons ahead at once, forming a barrier versus the sound assault. He endured the wave, but upon dropping defense, the foe had vanished.

"Dragon Fear... heh. Cute."

Kaelen's first real challenge since entering the Titanion Realm appeared: another Insect King.

Hunter's excitement surged through him. This land served as his arena.

"Again!"

Kaelen streaked ahead, bridging the gap instantly. The Dragonlouse King's multifaceted eyes bulged in alarm as Kaelen bared his jaws.

ROAR!

No draconic cry this. A Giant's thunderous call.

The mighty bellow of a Stoneheart Titan.

From Kaelen's maw burst a crimson energy shock front, far fiercer, more devastating, and sinister than any Dragon Fear.

The sound strike slammed the Dragonlouse King like a solid mallet. Fragile mosquito wings pulverized to ash. Chitin plating splintered and warped, leaking black fluid.

"Having fun yet?"

Kaelen's tone dripped ice and scorn—the final note for doomed quarry.

"You... are... not... Insectoid!"

Dawning horror made the Dragonlouse King screech.

Knowledge of Kaelen's impure lineage would have kept it hidden. It struck Jorik believing swarm loyalty from Kaelen.

"I'm whatever I say I am. Hahaha!"

Mad cackles rang out as Kaelen deployed every limb.

A savage slaughter.

In the sky, he tore the Dragonlouse King apart piece by piece. Waste not the trophy: Kaelen's mouth stretched impossibly, gulping the tumbling flesh, absorbing the King's core entirely.

"You..." Jorik gasped, gripping his mangled limb. "You really are the Giant Prince of the Stoneheart Horde?"

Four faces, eight arms—in figurative terms. Kaelen's ghostly outline bore Orion's lineage mark beyond doubt.