Titan King: Ascension of the Giant Chapter 1579 Bait and Burn

"Treasures from the gods are not so easily seized."

"Our Champions Alliance is heading into a harsh trial. Nothing but hardship lies ahead."

Thresh understood the world's unforgiving reality: every titan that reached the pinnacle carved a path through corpses and left a wake of adversaries. From his perspective, the ambitious Orion already possessed the drive and the resources to ascend.

"These young ones. Always eager to court disaster."

"Was that brat testing my limits?"

"Have my recent actions been too lenient?"

"Nonsense. How could he possibly doubt his unequaled, all-powerful Commander—a warrior who grapples with ancient deities and crushes all contemporary foes? He deserves a thrashing."

"On the other hand, the youngster has significant endeavors. I shall simply chastise his offspring instead."

This revealed a different Commander Thresh. This was the man behind the curtain.

It was unfortunate that Orion had already departed and missed this display.

...

Titanion Realm. The Vast Kigal Ocean.

Prior to the merging of the realms, this deep-sea territory was the dominion of the Dreadfin Race. No one referred to it as the Great Kigal Ocean any longer. Since the swarm's invasion, it had become known solely as the Insectoid Sea.

Oooom!

A profound, resonant hum reverberated through the abyssal depths. It was a prolonged, guttural shriek that sliced through the trenches, sharper than a dragon's roar and more piercing than a whale's lament.

A demigod's potent aura erupted unrestrained. The immense pressure instantly annihilated the physical beings of the lesser insectoids lurking nearby. The feebler ones had their souls obliterated instantaneously.

"It's the leviathan!"

"We've found him!"

"Is he deranged? That's a deathtrap!"

The instant Kairon's demigod aura surged, three equally formidable presences descended from the heavens. This was a standard pack formation for hunting swarms. Their objective: Kairon.

The water churned violently.

Accompanied by the Dreadfin's deafening cry, the ocean began to seethe. A colossal head, adorned with horns, broke the deep blue surface. It tilted upward, fixing its gaze upon the three insectoid demigods suspended in the sky.

"Vile, crawling vermin! Your very existence pollutes the Titanion Realm!" Kairon roared. "I vow to expel you from our homeland! My vengeance shall be your final dirge!"

Encircled by adversaries of equivalent might, Kairon displayed no apprehension. However, he did not initiate the assault. His mere emergence was a declaration of hostilities. He permitted his immense form to ascend deliberately from the depths. Even his exposed upper torso—a massif of jagged dorsal fins—emanated an ancient, unyielding sharpness.

"Experience my fury!"

Before fully emerging from the water, Kairon drew back to launch an attack. Yet, the airborne demigods preempted him. Three torrents of raw divine power struck Kairon in a fraction of a second.

"Hahaha... I will annihilate every single one of you!"

Bathed in searing radiance, Kairon uttered no cry of pain. Instead, he erupted in laughter. A wild, exultant laughter.

The three hunters above could not perceive it, but deep within Kairon's gargantuan form, a page from The Chapter of the Profane ravenously absorbed his divine power. Having previously consumed a Fel Fruit, his physical body had already undergone complete transformation. He had revealed himself solely to provoke their attacks. He required the might of the insectoid demigods to further fortify himself before achieving complete conversion into pure, conceptual divine energy.

"Kairon's wrath will reduce you to mere dust!"

It presented a peculiar spectacle. Still roaring with laughter, Kairon's physical substance began to dematerialize, dissolving into a halo of black and gold light.

"Divine power assimilation!"

"Manifesting the fundamental laws!"

"Damn it, he's attempting to—"

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

Recognizing his objective, the panicked demigods unleashed another barrage of assaults.

Too late.

Rather than disrupting him, their energy flowed directly into The Chapter of the Profane, bestowing Kairon with an additional surge of potency.

The Realm of Rules existed as a vast, unformed expanse, coursing like an eternal current.

A disturbance rippled through the placid flow, expanding into outward undulations.

"So, this is the realm of rules?"

A spectral silhouette surged from the depths of the myriad laws—Kairon, now fully transmuted into an entity of sheer conceptual force. The world presented to him felt both intimately known and utterly foreign.

"I never anticipated you would resist in this manner. Do you truly place so little value on your own lives?"

Mature. Elegant. Compassionate.

That was Kairon's initial perception of the female voice. He turned to confront the speaker.

"Insect Queen Moriphara?"

Before him stood a figure whose features were blurred and indistinct. Her lower half dissipated into a cascade of ethereal threads, weaving themselves into the very fabric of the world's laws. In contrast to Kairon's phantom-like form, Moriphara appeared significantly more substantial. Despite her featureless visage, Kairon could perceive a profound, maternal aura emanating from her. She exuded a gentle disposition, perfectly juxtaposed with the absolute authority befitting a sovereign.

For a fleeting instant, Kairon believed he was looking at Seraphina. Moriphara and Seraphina undeniably shared a strikingly similar essence.

"You appear astonished to encounter me within the domain of rules," she stated. "Given your current cultivation realm, your presence here is unexpected. It seems those individuals compelled you to employ a forbidden technique. You are a pitiable soul, deluded in both your vision and your wisdom."

The eyes of the Insect Queen Moriphara seemed capable of penetrating the very structure of existence. A diamond-shaped gem, shimmering with an ominous light, pulsed on her forehead. Moreover, her voice was remarkably pure, unsettlingly so. It carried no discernible emotional inflection—neither indifference, nor coldness, nor derision. She was simply articulating an objective truth: Kairon was an easily deceived, pathetic pawn.

However, to Kairon, this complete absence of emotion felt violently jarring. The swarm was precisely the reason he had been cornered in the first place.

"I am blinded? I am a pawn?" Kairon bellowed, his voice echoing. "Then what does that make you? A horde of plunderers? Invaders? To me, you are nothing but a damned swarm of crawling vermin!"

The demigod's explosive rage caused the very fabric of the realm to convulse. This was the manifestation of his recently gained power. Now that he, too, had become an embodiment of the rules, he could fiercely contend with the Insect Queen Moriphara on the most fundamental stratum of reality.

"You likely fail to grasp it, but those who aided you merely orchestrated your arrival here to meet your demise," Moriphara conveyed. "Consider carefully who your genuine adversaries truly are."