In the world of Moe King, I became the ruler of ice.

Gransta gently flapped its wings, brushing away the ice shards from Cangying's shoulder.

Then, Granstas slowly turned around, his gaze as cold as a star, staring intently at Laplace.

In an instant, the surrounding air seemed to freeze, and the temperature became erratic again.

A powerful magical pressure suddenly descended, making it increasingly difficult for everyone to breathe, and snowflakes began to fall.

Faced with such a sudden turn of events, Laplace was filled with doubt and uncertainty.

"Who exactly are you? Could it be... that you are his master?"

As he spoke, he quickly withdrew his terrifying demonic power, which was at the level of a demon king, and asked the floating sprite in front of him in a loud voice.

Upon hearing this, Granstad merely gave a cold snort. Then, he slowly flew closer to Laplace.

The person opposite stared at the delicate and adorable boy's face, completely bewildered, and could only watch helplessly as Gransta drew closer.

Finally, Granstas approached Laplace and slowly extended a small hand...

"Bang!"

A crisp, loud slap rang out suddenly, followed by a dull thud.

A small, delicate hand slapped him mercilessly across the cheek, the force so great that he flew backward like a cannonball.

Laplace was struck so hard he saw stars and his mind went blank. The sudden attack was so swift that he had no time to react.

When he came to his senses, he had already fallen heavily to the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

Cangying, who was standing to the side, witnessed the whole process, and his lips twitched slightly.

That's so brutal!

He saw the tiny hand swing out with astonishing speed and land precisely on Laplace's face.

"Hmph, this is what happens when you bully my lovely subordinates!"

The elf's tone was both cute and fierce, yet it also revealed a chilling majesty.

Guransta's bright eyes stared coldly at Laplace lying on the ground, filled with disdain and anger.

"I……"

Laplace muttered to himself as he struggled to his feet.

His body swayed unsteadily, looking utterly disheveled. One hand tightly covered half of his face, yet blood continued to flow from the corner of his mouth.

He seemed to want to say something in his defense, but he swallowed the words back.

Laplace was also extremely angry at this moment, with bloodshot eyes.

Just then, a shocking aura of magic suddenly erupted.

This powerful force instantly swept across the surroundings, and the entire world seemed to be tinged with a dark blue color, falling into a deathly silence.

"【Extreme Cold Domain】!"

With a deep shout, a tall, slender figure dressed in a perfect blue robe descended slowly as if from the sky, to Laplace's astonishment.

When his gaze met those cold and domineering eyes, a chill ran through him, making him feel as if he had fallen into an ice cellar, and even his soul was almost frozen.

"This is impossible, how could your... magic... possibly..."

Laslas's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Gransta, his eyes filled with disbelief and shock.

At this moment, Gransta exuded a chilling aura, as if the entire space was enveloped by his magic.

"Let's have a one-on-one match now, Laplace. I know you're more than this; let me see the real you."

Granstas's voice, cool and detached, echoed in Laplace's mind.

Hearing this, Laplace felt a pang of bitterness. What does one-on-one mean?

There's a strange ghost staring at you menacingly from the side; how can this be a fair fight?

What surprised him even more was that the ghost was actually drinking potions to restore its magic power right in front of him.

"I don't know what this elven lord is talking about, and you've already seen my strength..."

Laplace wasn't quite sure what Granstas had meant by what he had just said.

Upon hearing Laplace's words, Granstad frowned slightly.

Seeing the change in the expression of the high-ranking elf opposite him, Laplace couldn't help but break out in a fine layer of sweat on his forehead.

He swallowed hard.

After a moment

"Looks like you really don't remember anything, Laplace. What a pity... But if I kill you, what level of materials will I get?"

Granstas gently shook his head, a hint of regret in his eyes, but then his palm began to shimmer with a cold magical light.

In the blink of an eye, a dazzling ice crystal flower quietly bloomed in his hand.

"【Ice Flower】"

Gulansta murmured softly, his voice carrying a hint of chill.

This crystal flower is crystal clear, with each petal shimmering with a unique brilliance. It is so beautiful that it is captivating and irresistible.

However, it is often the most beautiful things that are the most deadly.

This phrase couldn't be more fitting to describe the "ice flower" before us.

"Your Excellency, I... was unaware of the existence of a high-ranking elf in the forest, and you should have heard of the formidable reputation of the Demon King Clayman..."

Laplace saw that his opponent was about to make a move, especially the [Ice Flower] in Gransta's hand, which made one of his eyes twitch with warning.

He also brought up the Demon King with whom he had cooperated, but Gransta's expression turned even colder upon hearing this.

"Hmph, even if Kleiman comes in person, you're still going to get a beating."

Laplace's face immediately fell. Even the name of the Demon King didn't work. Kleiman, you're still not good enough. Is your reputation too bad?

In this world, the name of the Demon King is practically a taboo for the native inhabitants.

A dangerous ice crystal flower shattered into fragments within the space between the two.

The warning in Laplace's eyes grew stronger and stronger, and finally, the magic within his body surged wildly.

"The fraudsters have launched their operation."

As if by magic, Laplace's body disappeared into a box on its own.

"Boom!"

The ground trembled, and all the monsters in the area felt a chilling, corrosive current and fled.

The Ice Flower is a flower of destruction formed by continuously compressing the power of ice explosions, and it is accompanied by the frost-corroding properties.

"How can its vitality be so tenacious? It's still not dead?"

In his magical perception, Laplace's magical aura was still present.

Gransta looked at Laplace's position in surprise, and in case the guy had a sneak attack skill, he first used [Ice Armor] and [Full Body Armor] to form a layer of ice armor.