Frieza, who had maintained a calm, carefree expression all along, suddenly stiffened halfway there.
The Holy Flame Sword appeared in his hand. With a sweep forward, holy flames scattered from its blade as he spread his Angel Wings and retreated several thousand meters before stabilizing himself!
An arrow he had split apart fell below and blasted a bottomless crater into the ground!
As the clouds dispersed, Temujin was revealed, still holding his bow drawn.
"You want to kill me?"
"What, am I not qualified?" Temujin asked with an ugly expression.
He had originally come to recruit the Qiang Race as a member of the Wolf Race's board of directors, but before he could even arrive, the Qiang Race had suffered such a calamity!
"A peerless genius of a generation, Genghis Khan. Yet all you know is how to draw a bow and shoot eagles."
"When you first made your name, I did want to test this top genius the Wolf Race only saw once in a thousand years. Unfortunately, before I could find you, you had already lost to Yang Jian."
"But you are no match for Yang Jian," Temujin said flatly.
The implication was clear: we were both defeated by him, so what gave you the right to look down on me?
Frieza shook his head. "You lost fighting someone at the same level, while I fought across realms. Therefore, I have no interest in you."
"Then today, I'll let you taste the pain of defeat!"
"You're courting death!"
The Genius Executioner, Frieza, and Genghis Khan, Temujin—the current number one Half-Saint among the myriad races—began a peak battle.
The result was that Frieza's Angel Wings were broken, while Temujin's Pseudo Saint Domain shattered.
"Heh, the number one Half-Saint of the myriad races is nothing but an empty title. Since