Marvel: I became an ancestor by sacrificing offerings.

Laufey was incredibly confident after the freeze was completed.

The frost that had gathered on his arms was the extreme cold power from the deepest part of Jotunheim, enough to freeze the blood of gods.

A thousand years ago, even Odin lost an eye due to a moment of carelessness, caused by the extreme cold power of Odin.

Therefore, he was absolutely certain that the arm of this arrogant Midgardian had completely turned into a fragile popsicle.

With just a gentle tap, it will turn into ice shards all over the ground!

At that moment, Laufey had already imagined what would happen next.

He wanted to smash the hands and feet of this Midgard man who dared to provoke him to pieces in front of everyone!

He wanted to announce the return of their Frost Giants in the most brutal way.

However, just as he was about to make his move,

A sudden change occurred on the field!

"The power of frost, huh? Interesting~"

Peter's voice held a hint of amusement.

Following closely behind...

boom!

Under Laufey's incredulous gaze, an intensely hot flame erupted from Peter's body!

The blazing golden flames instantly enveloped Peter, as if draping him in a magnificent suit of fiery armor.

The frost that had covered his arm evaporated instantly before the flames, turning into a cloud of water vapor that hissed.

Laufey, who was focused on smashing Peter's arm, was the first to be hit by the burst of flames and immediately felt an unbearable burning pain.

He gasped and instinctively backed away.

Only after he had put enough distance between himself and Peter did Laufey look down with a hint of lingering fear.

When he saw the horrific state of his arm, the Frost King's expression changed drastically.

His once-proud icy body was now charred black, and even faintly emitted a burnt smell!

Although the flames that had climbed onto his body had been extinguished, the persistent burning pain drove him, who had been living in a low-temperature environment for a long time, almost to madness.

Damn!

How could this person from the Central Court possess such terrifying fire power?!

This flame was clearly no ordinary flame; he had never been burned this badly when he fought Odin!

At this moment, Laufey was not the only one who was shocked.

Looking at the figure in the arena, bathed in flames, like a king of fire.

A look of terror visibly crept into the red eyes of the Frost Giants, as they recalled the fear of being dominated a thousand years ago.

Meanwhile, Thor and the Warriors Four had even more interesting expressions.

Sif covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes almost overflowing with tears.

Thunder, on par with Thor!

Enough to withstand the Destroyer's physical body!

Now, a divine fire has emerged that is enough to cause even the Frost King pain!

Just how many surprises are hidden within this powerful figure from the Central Court?

Thor looked at the Mjolnir on the ground, then at Peter in the distance, his expression incredibly complex, feeling as if his worldview had been subjected to an unprecedented shock.

Since he came of age, he has been conquering the Nine Realms, using his thunderous power to punish all directions.

Such a record has always made him consider himself the number one among the younger generation in the Nine Realms.

But now, after meeting Peter, his belief in his invincibility has wavered.

This Midgard man can control the power of lightning without using Mjolnir, and he can unleash golden divine light similar to his father's.

Now, they've even pulled out a flame capable of incinerating everything...

Heaven knows how many tricks this man in the central courtyard is up to.

How can you expect me, Odin's son, who can't even use lightning without his hammer, to bear this?

Which of us is the true Aesir god?

While everyone's eyes were focused on Peter, he turned his gaze to Laufey, whose face was filled with horror.

A slight upturn at the corners of his mouth revealed a seemingly gentle smile:

"Blue-skinned monster, what did you just say?"

"If I just go with you, will we suffer less and fewer of our compatriots die?"

Peter mimicked Laufey's earlier tone, his voice full of mockery.

"Since you've been so 'generous,' I'll give you a chance too!"

At this point, the gentle smile on his face vanished abruptly, replaced by an undisguised domineering and arrogant expression.

"Now, kneel down and kowtow three times to me."

"If you behave well, I'll make sure you suffer less."

"If each of you leaves one hand behind, I'll allow you and your bunch of rotten fish to get off this earth alive, how about that?"

After he finished speaking, the entire room fell silent!

Thor and the others were so shocked their jaws nearly dropped to the floor.

Not a buddy!

Do you know who you're talking to?

The Frost Giants are a formidable force that cannot be ignored throughout the Nine Realms!

You actually made their king kowtow to you, and demanded that everyone leave one hand behind before they could leave the central courtyard?

Even the Father of the Gods wouldn't dare to be as arrogant as you!

If others were already holding similar thoughts, one can imagine how complicated Laufey's feelings must have been.

The look of horror in Laufey's eyes was instantly replaced by boundless rage.

The icy blue dough had turned bluish-purple due to excessive anger.

What did he hear?

You lowly Midgards!

How dare they make him, the great Frost King, the ruler of Jotunheim, kneel and kowtow?!

What a shame!

Unforgivable!

Rage instantly overwhelmed the last vestiges of reason in Laufey's mind.

"You...you're...asking for death!"

Laufey practically spat out those three words through gritted teeth. The instant his voice fell, a terrifyingly cold force erupted, even causing the moisture in the air to condense into snowflakes, and the earth to freeze instantly.

He's completely turned red!

"Kill them!"

Laufey roared hysterically.

"Warriors! Slaughter every one of these Midgardians! Make them pay for this scum's arrogance! Only the blood of madmen can wash away the shame suffered by the Frost Giants!"

"roar!"

At Laufey's command, the Frost Giants' red eyes blazed with fighting spirit.

Without a second thought, hundreds of elite frost giants followed their king's orders and charged toward the agents who were carefully on guard around them.

"Fire!"

Seeing the group of blue-skinned monsters, averaging over two meters tall, charging towards them, Natasha and Phil almost instinctively gave the order to fire.

"Da da da da!"

The agents faithfully pulled the triggers, but the bullets that landed on the frost giants' ice-covered skin only sent up shards of ice, causing no real damage.

"It's so tough, bullets can't penetrate it at all!"

"What do we do? It's too late to request fire support now!"

"Retreat? We're no match for them!"

As the Frost Giants drew closer, the agents present involuntarily fell into panic.

While everyone was in a chaotic mess,

hum~

A white light suddenly shone on Peter's body in mid-air.

Then, in the blink of an eye, his body split in two!

It is precisely the splitting power of the Tiger Talisman!