Dragon Ball: Collaborating with Frieza to Destroy Planet Vegeta

Chapter 218: Arrival of the Grand Priest!

"Oh ho ho ho..."

"How amusing! I never thought I'd hear something like this!"

"Are you pitying me, the great king?"

Frieza glanced at Mu Chuan, his gaze icy cold, and a frigid aura gradually enveloped his body.

"Are you kidding? Do you think I, the great king, would join forces with you filthy monkeys?"

"Don't be ridiculous!"

"I would never stand on the same side as you, even if the universe were to be destroyed!"

"This filthy universe can be destroyed for all I care!"

With a roar, the aura emanating from Frieza made everyone turn their heads, unwilling to look directly at him.

But at that moment, a faint voice echoed in Frieza's ear.

"Hmm?"

Frieza, who had been boiling with rage, suddenly froze as if rooted to the spot. Stiffly, he turned his head to see a figure that had appeared behind him at some unknown moment.

Beerus!

Beerus stood there with a cold gaze fixed on Frieza.

The words Frieza was about to say immediately got swallowed back down. It was clear from Beerus' expression that any further words would lead to a very miserable outcome.

"Lord... Lord Beerus..."

"What were you saying just now? Filthy universe?"

Beerus looked at Frieza with evident displeasure.

Those words weren't just an insult to the Seventh Universe but also a slap to Beerus' face. How could he just stand by and ignore it?

If he didn't need a powerful fighter, Beerus would have already eliminated Frieza on the spot. There was no way he'd tolerate such arrogance.

Sensing the looming threat of death, Frieza immediately fell silent, not daring to say a single word.

Even though he now possessed his golden form, he was still leagues away from a God of Destruction's level.

Seeing Frieza fall silent, Beerus coldly declared, "Whether you want to or not, you must participate in the upcoming martial arts tournament. Otherwise, I'll kill you here and now."

"You can try to escape, but I doubt you'll ever escape the palm of my hand!"

"If you perform well in the tournament, perhaps I'll consider sparing your life."

Beerus' voice was utterly devoid of emotion, making it clear that Frieza had no choice but to comply.

Without waiting for Frieza's reply, Beerus vanished, leaving him with a strange sense of relief.

The aura Beerus had emitted moments earlier was dangerously suffocating, as if death could strike at any instant.

It was truly terrifying!

Seeing that Beerus had handled things, Mu Chuan wasted no time in gathering everyone to depart.

Now that their training exercise was over and they'd secured Frieza's participation in the tournament, their goal was achieved.

As everyone left, Frieza watched with a dark expression on his face.

Despite becoming so powerful...

He was still at the mercy of others. The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, feeling humiliated that the "Emperor of the Universe" had sunk to such a level.

"Damn it! Just wait until I get my chance. I'll make each one of you pay, even you, Beerus! Just you wait!"

The reason Frieza had been enduring all this was simply because he couldn't overcome the God of Destruction yet. For now, it was out of reach.

But he believed that with dedicated training, he would one day surpass the God of Destruction, convinced that his talent would lead him there.

His current power level was already fearsome!

Surpassing the God of Destruction was only a matter of time.

Of course, time was what he needed!

Frieza clenched his fists tightly and slammed them down, venting his fury. A nearby planet burst into a blinding light under his attack.

Sizzle Sizzle

Frieza walked across the shattered remains of the planet, furious at the sight of his army lying defeated. To think that so many powerful warriors were unable to fend off those filthy monkeys.

It was utterly disgraceful.

"A bunch of worthless trash!"

Without a backward glance, he strode away. In his mind, he knew he wasn't powerful enough yet—still far from doing whatever he pleased.

Training was necessary!

Whether he truly participated in the tournament or not, he had to gain considerable power to avoid humiliation in front of others.

After all, he was Emperor Frieza!

And so, Frieza once again embarked on a path of relentless training!

…

When Mu Chuan and the others returned to the God of Destruction's realm, a sudden figure caught everyone's attention.

He was dressed in deep blue robes, with a head of white hair, a halo above his head, and a large emblem on his belt. His entire presence radiated a celestial aura.

The sight left many Saiyans confused.

However, those who recognized this figure were immediately taken aback.

"Grand Priest!!"

Beerus exclaimed in shock.

At his outburst, everyone instinctively recoiled, realizing that for Beerus to show such alarm, this must be someone truly formidable.

The last figure who had made Beerus this uneasy was the Omni-King.

And now? Who was this?

Who was the Grand Priest?

Everyone felt an intense curiosity but dared not ask, sensing the overwhelmingly powerful aura emanating from him.

Even Whis couldn't help but step forward reverently, for the Grand Priest was the one who governed all angels, effectively the Omni-King's most trusted aide.

Seeing the Grand Priest appear, Mu Chuan's pupils shrank as a thought flashed through his mind.

The arrival of the Grand Priest likely signaled the imminent start of the martial arts tournament. After all, the Omni-King had previously made a special announcement about it.

This realization brought a sense of urgency to his heart. He had hoped for more time to train and improve both his power and that of his allies.

Other universes would undoubtedly bring powerful fighters, so he couldn't afford even a hint of complacency.

The Grand Priest slowly turned, his gaze sweeping over everyone present.

In an instant, everyone held their breath.