Frieza left, taking his remaining defeated troops back to Heaven and leaving behind a field of wreckage.
Xu Kun's expression was somewhat grim. Since his rise to fame, when had he ever been looked down upon like this?
Even if the other party was a top prodigy of all races who had made a name for himself earlier than his senior brother, the Douzhan Martial Saint.
Xu Kun silently raised his head toward the sky. Though all he saw was darkness, he still said calmly, "Just wait. I'll make you suffer a crushing defeat!"
Frieza's final remarks only made Xu Kun feel even more stifled.
After returning to the territory of the Western Liang Daughter Kingdom, Xu Kun had yet to speak when the king, led by Chu Weiwei's elder sister, along with the ministers amid the ruined palace and the subjects outside who watched Xu Kun and the others descend, all silently knelt on the ground to welcome them.
They cried out in unison, "Welcome, God Kun!"
They had completely submitted!
"I said it already. Get up. No kneeling!"
With a wave of Xu Kun's hand, a gale swept through, blowing everyone off balance.
"I hereby declare that from this day onward, you are free. The dark clouds hanging over your heads have dispersed!"
Though Xu Kun had yet to go to Heaven and demand the Western Liang Daughter Kingdom's authority back, after Remiel had been dealt with, no one could extend their hands toward the Western Liang Daughter Kingdom again.
The encirclement by the Ten Thousand Heavenly Soldiers and Generals had been beaten back by Xu Kun through overwhelming force. Even Frieza in his original form had been instantly defeated by Xu Kun.
In this struggle for power, Xu Kun had won.
Even if he had gained a