The Ice Lord's Choice of Allegiance! A Massive Harvest of Fortunes!!**
At this moment, it wasn't just Yanhuang who had appeared.
The Ice Lord Mamoswine, personally entrusted by Ethan's father to act as his bodyguard, also stepped forward.
As the Ice Lord emerged, his cold gaze locked onto the distant Kommo-o and Dragapult.
In terms of raw strength, he was slightly inferior to them.
But fear?
Not even a trace.
The instant he appeared, terrifying frost energy surged out from his body.
In this world of snow and ice, the Ice Lord had stepped directly into his absolute home field.
"Mammmooo!!"
With a thunderous roar, he declared—he was ready to fight at any moment.
"Little pig, your job is just to protect the lord!"
Yanhuang laughed coldly.
"Leave these overconfident fools to me!"
As his voice fell, Yanhuang turned his gaze toward the Morgan father and son and the three Totem-class Pokémon.
"Well?"
"Are you ready to die?"
The moment those words left his mouth—
A mental pressure born of divine wrath erupted.
The Morgan father and son didn't even have time to scream.
Blood vessels throughout their bodies burst instantly.
In less than a single second—
They were dead.
Just like that.
Yanhuang didn't even spare them a glance.
To him, they were nothing more than ants.
As for the three Totem-class Pokémon?
They didn't care either.
They had only been hired to fight—not to die for their employers.
And now, even standing upright under Yanhuang's pressure was already difficult.
"Damn it… what is this thing?"
Dragapult's heart pounded violently.
"How can the pressure be this terrifying?!"
As the Dragon Lord of Death Valley, Dragapult had seen countless powerhouses.
But this?
This was on an entirely different level.
"I don't know," Kommo-o said grimly.
"But the Morgans are already dead."
"Why don't we… call it even here?"
Yanhuang hadn't even fully released his power.
In their eyes, he was merely a Totem Peak existence.
Yet the oppression he radiated felt utterly suffocating.
For the sake of survival, Kommo-o wanted no part of this fight.
Duraludon let out a low growl in agreement.
Seeing both of his "brothers" backing down, Dragapult—already shaken—immediately seized the opportunity.
His expression softened as he spoke ingratiatingly.
"Senior…"
"We meant no offense."
"Our employer is dead."
"How about we end this here?"
After all, the deal had died with the Morgans.
There was no reason to risk their lives anymore.
Yanhuang sneered.
"You fight when you want, retreat when you want?"
"Donghuang does have a saying—'The wise adapt to circumstances.'"
He paused.
"But there's another one."
'Those who offend Donghuang—no matter how far—shall be executed.'
BOOM.
Yanhuang stopped holding back.
Magma from deep beneath the earth surged toward him.
In seconds, he entered his Molten Qilin Form.
Looking at the three Totem Pokémon, he smiled faintly.
"Gentlemen…"
"Allow me to send you on your way."
...
Moments later, the battlefield fell silent.
The Ice Valley had returned to stillness.
Yanhuang, now back in his normal form, looked at Ethan with a relaxed grin.
"So?"
"Clean enough?"
Ethan glanced at the three Totem beings, now completely swallowed by molten rock.
He nodded calmly.
"Very clean."
Ethan was young—but he wasn't naïve.
If someone tried to kill him, they needed to be prepared to die.
Letting those Totem Pokémon live would only mean future disasters.
No mercy.
No loose ends.
As for the Morgans?
They had chosen this outcome themselves.
The only regret was that their spatial storage had been destroyed in the chaos—no loot recovered.
But honestly?
Ethan didn't care.
With the resources he already had, he was easily worth tens of billions.
"Go rest, Yanhuang," Ethan said gently.
"That fight took a lot out of you."
Yanhuang laughed loudly, claiming he was still in his prime—
—but immediately retreated into his Poké Ball the next second.
Divine power was not something to be used lightly.
Ethan then turned to the Ice Lord.
"Thank you for earlier."
"If you don't mind—please accept this."
He took out a piece of top-grade Never-Melt Ice.
The Ice Lord's eyes flickered with surprise.
But he shook his head.
"Mammo."
He was only fulfilling his duty.
Ethan was silent for a moment.
Then, without hesitation, he pushed the ice forward anyway.
"In that case," Ethan said seriously,
"I'm giving it to you as a friend."
After a long pause—
The Ice Lord accepted.
The moment he consumed it, his aura surged.
1.87 → 1.88
To Ethan, it seemed minor.
To the Ice Lord?
It was a breakthrough decades in the making.
Respect deepened.
Loyalty took root.
At that moment—
A silver streak tore through the sky.
"Boss! Are you okay?!"
Metagross slammed down beside Ethan, panic written all over its metallic face.
"I sensed Yanhuang's power erupting and rushed back!"
Ethan laughed.
"I'm fine."
Then he ruffled the metal cross on Metagross's face.
"So—how was the harvest?"
Metagross opened its mouth.
Resources spilled out like a flood.
Top-grade Ice GemCentennial Bluk BerryTop-grade Icy Rock
All instantly refined by the system into rare treasures.
Ethan nodded with satisfaction.
"Excellent work."
"Metagross," Ethan added,
"Can you locate the underground entrance?"
"Easy."
A single psychic strike shattered the ice.
Moments later, the group descended into the abyss.
When they landed—
Volcarona (Mo Yan) illuminated the darkness.
Before them lay vast, crystal-clear ice formations.
"Extreme Ice Ore…" Ethan smiled.
He turned to the Ice Lord.
"This place is for you."
"Absorb it."
"Break through."
The Ice Lord froze.
He had lived alone for over a century.
And now—
Someone had crossed Antarctica…
For him.
At that instant—
The system chimed.
[Golden Opportunity: Ice Lord of Polar Peak]
[×1000 Critical]
[Seven-Color Opportunity Acquired]
Ice energy surged wildly.
Another system message followed.
[Golden Opportunity: Extreme Ice Jade]
Ethan exhaled softly.
A true harvest indeed.
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