Poison God's Heritage

Under the Power of the Darkest Sun, they're able to bring themselves back from death itself, and they are strong, mighty so," the commentator coughed to let Eccentric Long take over.

"I have heard a few things about these giants. It is said that some of them had been able to achieve great feats in the forgotten age. Claiming themselves as deities for those who knew little, they ruled over mankind with an iron fist. That is of course until the age of revelation where cultivation had become the path to transcendence.

When mankind began to cultivate and enlighten themselves, they achieved power to overthrow those fake deities. Now as we see, they're nothing but slaves to power far greater than theirs," Eccentric Long explained.

"Indeed, that lore is correct, these giants, or titans as they called themselves truly did rule the Beyond as we know it. But now, they're nothing but guards. That isn't because they are weak, but because they stagnated, they didn't improve themselves and stuck to the level of Origin Shattering Realm.

Though in this case their full power is sealed, they still can produce enough power to contend with a first stage Origin Shattering Realm cultivator, so technically no one can beat them in this stage." The commentator explained.

"Why so? Why use these guards?" asked Eccentric Long.

"For a very simple objective. To force the hand of the cultivators, to fight against them is death, unquestioned death. No cultivator can defeat them unless they break the rule of no Origin Qi, and if they do so, they will perish to the rule set by the Eight Suns." The commentator explained.

"Then why have them face such insurmountable odds?" Eccentric Long asked.

"No, their goal is rather simple, it is not to fight, but to run away and escape. When facing incredible odds, one must know when to retreat, and those who think too proudly of themselves will find out how futile their attempts are.

Because not only are the Titans able to survive death itself, they have mastered their own unique art that isn't something that can be seen among cultivators," the commentator said.

"Oh, is that the Titan Art of Battle? I always wanted to see it," Eccentric Long said.

The commentator shook his head, "So did I, but I doubt anyone can force these giants to show that art, after all, the mere physical prowess they possess is enough for them to break any cultivator. So there is no way—"

"FIST OF ROARING KI! FIST OF ETERNAL GOLD!"

The words were so loud as they were spoken from the mouth of a giant. Eccentric Long's face froze in a strange mix of shock and incredulous disbelief as he was gazing at the screen.

After all, he didn't see how Shen Bao had turned into a giant as he was vehemently describing the rareness of the Titan Art of Battle. But now, a human, a cultivator that wasn't a giant became one and is using that very mystic art of battle against the Titans themselves.

This alone wouldn't have been enough to stop the commentator in his track, but the fact that the Darkest Sun himself had stood up in complete shock as he was gazing at what was happening.

Not a second later, the Darkest Sun disappeared from sight, which caused three of the other Suns to follow suit.

On the screen, the Darkest Sun who had disappeared appeared once more, right above the massive-sized Shen Bao who was wrestling the Titans.

***

"Stop whatever you're doing oh Darkest Night!" the Lord of Lords spoke first as he appeared right behind the Darkest Sun high above the competition ground of the event.

Underneath them, Shen Bao's fist tore the head of the closest titan from its shoulders and he immediately swung a kick at the ribs of the second, folding the titan itself in two.

"I'm not going to interfere," the Darkest Sun said.

"You know we can't trust you with that," The Red Sun said as his bloodlust began spilling.

It was still controlled, however, it spilled like coagulated blood around him, enough of it that one single drop fell on the ground and caused everything in a radius of a hundred miles to wither and Die, and that was nothing but a fraction of his bloodlust.

"Calm down, Slaughterer, he does indeed look like he's just watching," the Wisest Sun said.

"Don't start without me!" another one of the Suns appeared right next to them. "Oh, this brat actually got you riled up!"

"Dusking Sun, why have you come here?" the Darkest Sun asked.

"Why not? It is interesting, after all that kid rummaged through this great one's brains, and lived to tell the tale! I'm more interested in him than any of you all, though I have a feeling that the three of you know him before me," he said.

"Your guess is right on the money, old Dusk, but we're trying to be fair, we're not interfering in his fate, but at the same time, we're not allowing anyone else to do so."

"I am not interfering! Now LEAVE!" the Darkest Sun's words were filled with rage, however, it wasn't deadly or harmful to any of the four. After all, a fight between them would probably end all life, that is why they're making sure to keep themselves calm around each other.

"Scary, scary!" the Dusking Sun held both hands up. "But, Old Night, you do know, that this brat isn't from here. So, he didn't 'Steal,' your belonging, it is his own."

"I have already figured that out, however. The art, the talent, and the method he is using is abnormally similar to the art of the titans of old. I fought them and enslaved every one of them, and knew their style all too well. But, how come, someone from a world beyond our world is able to use it? what sort of absurd dumb luck could cause such a thing to happen? Unless…"

The Darkest Sun gazed at Shen Bao with hostility that was only saved for his most mortal foes.