The King of All Descends

"I don't know what you're talking about."

Quitela narrowed his eyes. So what if he had done it? He simply would not admit it.

"You..."

Beerus was furious. This guy actually dared to do it but lacked the nerve to own up to it.

"Let me handle this."

Gran held out a hand to stop Beerus from making a move. Looking at Quitela with amusement, he said, "Weren't you always yellowish-green? Why did you suddenly become like this?"

Quitela looked utterly miserable right now. During the earlier clash, Beerus had broken one of his arms, and his yellowish-green skin had turned deathly pale.

He truly looked like a Dead Mouse that had been soaked in water for three days!

Gran knew this was Lord King of All's punishment for Quitela.

"How does it feel to be punished by Lord King of All?"

Gran clicked his tongue again. "I heard your power dropped from the Seventh Tier to the Sixth Tier. That must feel amazing, right?"

"You're courting death!!!"

Quitela flew into a rage. A mere Candidate God of Destruction actually dared to mock him, a God of Destruction, to his face.

"What, want another round?" Beerus hovered beside Gran and rolled his wrists again.

"..."

Quitela fell silent at once, though he still glared at Gran with a vicious, venomous look.

"And you lot, threatening me?"

Gran ignored Quitela's glare entirely. Looking toward the other Gods of Destruction, he said calmly, "With the strength of your candidates, do you think you can threaten me?"

Gran's voice was calm, but his contempt was unmistakable.

Hearing the mockery, Beerus let out a satisfied laugh.

"You..."

Mocked by those two, Clown Belmod and the others were almost driven mad with anger!

As expected of candidates from the same lineage—they were equally exceptional at