Aah! Aah! Aah!
At this moment, Xu Kun, who had mobilized the Power of the Masses and thrust forth Qie Man: Flourishing Age with everything he had, was like a needle capable of piercing through anything!
Meanwhile, Frieza, bathed in boundless holy light, had become a bloated balloon—sturdy on the outside, fragile within!
With a single thrust, Frieza began to leak air. The power of faith he had harvested now found an outlet, abandoning him one after another.
"No, don't! It's mine, it's all mine!"
I can never hold on to love~ I can only watch it slip away. Happy people are everywhere in this world—why can't I be one of them?
Yet this scattered faith was like sand in his hand. The tighter he tried to grasp it, the more it drifted away in the wind.
What followed was the collapse of Frieza's Saint Angel body.
"Ah!" Frieza gripped the Holy Light Angel Sword like a madman and brought it down upon Xu Kun's head.
Xu Kun had utterly defeated him!
The battle between the two had never been a fair duel.
In terms of realm, Frieza held an absolute advantage. Even the spare change of his cultivation time exceeded the length of Xu Kun's entire career.
Yet in terms of actual strength, every one of Frieza's abilities had been countered by Xu Kun.
"Yang Jian, I hate you!"
At that moment, Frieza finally understood. Xu Kun was no enemy destined to oppose him. He was merely a stepping stone on the road to success for that father-in-law and son-in-law pair.
After facing reality, Frieza felt an unprecedented despair.
He had been played like a fool in the palms of their hands. It was not enough for one person to bully him—they had done it again and again and