The breath of Frieza rises from the white cocoon of Tree of Might.
At first there was just a faint golden light, spreading outwards along his forehead.
As he breathed, the golden light became brighter and brighter, as if his body surface was being plated with a layer of pure gold.
The white cocoon wrapping the body could not withstand the rapid expansion of energy, making a small crackling sound and showing several cracks.
The golden Aura burned against the cocoon shell.
The hot and violent air waves instantly dulled the sweet pink color of the Hell sky.
Waves of air swept across the ground, blowing the little singing flowers around.
The surrounding ordinary dead souls could not bear the pressure and fell to their knees in large groups in the distance, not daring to raise their heads.
The ghost officer patrolling nearby lay directly on the ground, holding his head in his hands, and his official hat was blown away by the strong wind.
The little Angel in mid-air was so frightened that he dropped the Tambourine and the small speaker in his hand, and ran around covering his eyes.
Krillin stood there with his hands in his trouser pockets, letting the strong wind blow Martial Arts Uniform.
Frieza opened his eyes, and his pupils had turned golden.
He looked down at Krillin. Even though his body was still hanging in the air, Emperor of the Universe's frame was still in full swing.
"Did you see that?"
Frieza's voice was full of fanaticism and arrogance, echoing in Hell.
"This is the new evolution that this great king has learned after experiencing countless tortures."
"You can call it, Golden Frieza."
Krillin After watching the display of Frieza, he looked around twice at the golden layer Aura and gave a fair evaluation.
"The volume of energy is good, and the energy intensity is also very high. However, the control is still a bit lacking."
Frieza's proud expression twitched.
He stared at Krillin and his tone darkened.
"What did you say?"
Krillin raised his hand and pointed at the overturned turf around him and the stuffed creature hiding behind the tree and shaking.
"You leak too much energy. If you really fight, this kind of consumption will waste a lot of energy."
"Golden Frieza form is strong, but if you don't control the breath loss well, Battle Power will soon fall off a cliff."
"When the time comes, it will be difficult for you to maintain this form."
The flaws in the new form were pointed out in person, and the muscles in the corners of Frieza's eyes twitched.
He gritted his teeth and spoke.
"You think this great king needs your guidance? How can you guess my great king's fighting talent?"
"Of course not." Krillin shrugged and met Frieza's gaze.
"You just need to remember one thing. Don't rush to use this power after Resurrection. Find a place to stabilize your realm first."
"Bardock has just arrived on Earth and is still adapting to the modern battle rhythm."
"When he is ready, I will arrange a fight for you."
Frieza immediately sneered after hearing this.
The laughter was full of contempt and ridicule.
"Do you really think that Saiyan and Low-Class Warrior can withstand my current power?"
"A monkey will be a monkey."
"Back then, I only had to move a finger to blast him and that broken planet into cosmic dust."
Krillin looked at him, his tone still calm.
"He is really not good now. He has probably just reached the threshold of Super Saiyan. He will be fine in a few days."
Frieza was stunned for a moment, and then laughed loudly again. The laughter echoed in the empty pink Hell.
"How many days will it take?"
"Bald head, are you deliberately insulting me?"
"How can a piece of trash reach the height of this great king in just a few days?"
"What do you think of my great king's evolution?"
Krillin looked at him and spoke slowly.
"Chilled, the ancestor of your Frieza Clan, was defeated by him himself."
Frieza's laughter stopped abruptly.
It felt like someone was grabbing me by the neck, and all the ridicule and pride instantly froze on my face.
Chilled.
The name Frieza is very familiar.
The oldest archives of the clan clearly record that Chilled encountered a Saiyan who emitted golden light on a remote planet in ancient times.
The ancestor left a warning before his death, telling future generations to be careful of the golden Saiyan.
That is the source of the Frieza Clan's fear of Super Saiyan.
Later, Namek, Goku became Super Saiyan, confirming the legend.
That battle shattered all Frieza's pride.
And now Krillin actually told him that the golden Saiyan who defeated Chilled in ancient times was Bardock!
Frieza The light in his eyes dimmed.
He was overwhelmed with emotion, and a sense of humiliation welled up in his heart.
The insect that slipped through the net back then actually traveled through time and space and defeated the ancestor.
And the son that Chongzi gave birth to gave him the taste of defeat for the first time in Namek.
The Saiyan race is really haunting.
Frieza took a deep breath, suppressed the fluctuations in his heart, and his voice became much deeper.
"How strong is Bardock now?"
Krillin did not give a specific value, but just answered lightly.
"He's not much stronger than he was back then. But don't worry, I will personally guide him to increase his strength and I will definitely arrange a qualified opponent for you."
Frieza stared at Krillin with vigilance in his eyes.
"What about Goku? What about Vegeta? If I have the upper hand, will they intervene?"
"No."
Krillin answered very simply.
"As long as you don't mess around, this is a battle between you and Bardock, and no one will interfere."
"However, if you want to take the opportunity to destroy the planet, or if you can't defeat it and want to run away, then the bill will have to be settled separately."
Krillin said as he raised his hand and tapped the ground a few times.
Not far away, under a small flower lying on the ground pretending to be dead, the soil bulged strangely.
In the blink of an eye, the soil condensed and formed in mid-air.
A pink clay flowerpot fell on the grass.
The head of Frieza is painted on the front of the flower pot, with a funny style and a silly smile.
Krillin pointed at the flower pot and spoke in a serious tone.
"If you dare to break the rules, I will plant you in a pot and place it at the entrance of Hell."
"Every day, arrange for the dead souls to line up to water you. Brother Yan Mo will definitely be happy to help."
The little Angels hiding in the dark took a breath of air when they heard this.
A bolder stuffed bear poked his head out from behind the tree, looked at the flower pot with Frieza's face on it, and whispered in admiration.
"The potted plant Frieza sounds so cute. If I plant it, will more Frieza grow?"
The words were not loud, but could be heard clearly in Hell.
The golden Aura on Frieza shook violently and almost lost control.
"How dare you make me, the king, into such a disgusting thing?"
Frieza gritted his teeth.
Krillin didn't answer the angry words and just looked over.
Frieza met those eyes and his Adam's apple rolled.
He knew very well that the bald man in front of him would definitely do what he said.
The unfathomable sense of oppression on the other side prevented him from even thinking about resisting.
The consequences of angering the other party are definitely worse than turning into a potted plant.
He suppressed his anger, adjusted his breathing, and regained his condescending demeanor.
"Don't worry, this king is no longer interested in such low-level revenge as destroying the earth."
"That kind of low-level planet would be boring if it was destroyed."
Krillin raised his eyebrows, as if he didn't completely trust him.
"Really?"
"Of course it's true."
Frieza's tone softened, regaining the emperor's calmness.
"Rather than destroying the planet, I want the self-righteous Saiyan to see for themselves how this king stands in front of them in a new and invincible posture."
"I want that bastard Goku to regret that he didn't completely kneel down at the feet of this king and beg for mercy back then at Namek."
"I want that arrogant monkey Vegeta to understand that his title of Saiyan Prince is worthless in front of Emperor of the Universe. He can only crawl at the feet of this king and tremble."
Frieza paused for a moment, his eyes cold.
"As for Bardock."
"I will let him lose again in front of this king with a thousand years of anger and grief for the annihilation of his people."
"I want him to see Saiyan's hopes shattered again."
"Saiyan's ridiculous revenge, Frieza Clan's glory, and the weird arrangements you made."
"I, the king, will take over this scene."
Krillin After listening, he nodded with satisfaction and stretched out a hand.
"Then it's settled."
Frieza glanced down at Krillin's hand and snorted coldly.
"My whole body is now wrapped in this cocoon, and I can't even stretch out my arms. How can I shake hands? Are you entertaining me?"
Krillin looked at the white cocoon that only exposed Frieza's head, and nodded suddenly.
"That's right. I forgot. It seems we can only make a verbal agreement."
Krillin took back his hand, took a step back and prepared to leave.
"I'm leaving, you stay here and continue practicing."
"Remember to control your breath, don't Resurrection. If you can't even defeat a Low-Class Warrior, that would be too embarrassing."
"I don't want to watch a boring one-sided battle."
Frieza narrowed his eyes, showing a trace of impatience.
"When Resurrection me?"
"Soon." Krillin replied.
"Don't keep me waiting too long. My patience is limited. If I wait impatiently, I might change my mind."
Krillin turned around and walked toward the exit.
"You have been hanging in Hell for so many years, and you are not missing these few days. Enjoy your last peaceful time."
Frieza's eyes have been following that back figure.
The opponent has the terrifying power to decide life and death at will, and can break the rules and Resurrection him.
This feeling of being completely controlled by someone made Frieza feel extremely humiliated.
As the former Emperor of the Universe, had he ever been treated like this?
But at the same time as he was humiliated, strong excitement and murderous intent surged in his heart, as well as the expectation of revenge.
These emotions were intertwined, like igniting a fire deep in his soul, making his breath light up again.
Golden luster floats outside the white cocoon, and the surrounding air is distorted by the high temperature.
Frieza closed his eyes and no longer looked at Krillin's leaving figure.
In my mind, the energy of Golden Frieza form continues to take shape.
He must completely master this power before Resurrection, leaving no loopholes.
Bardock.
Goku's father.
Just a Low-Class Warrior.
Very good.
Let that monkey that traveled across a thousand years of time and space be the first stepping stone for this great king to return to the universe.
After crushing the monkey, go to Goku and Vegeta to settle the ledger.
I will return the shame to them a thousandfold.
As for that heart-warming five centimeters.
Krillin Go to the Hell exit.
As he left, the invisible force field suppressing the Hell elves dissipated.
In Pink Hell, the cheerful children's songs sounded again, and the sound was louder than before, as if to celebrate that the terrible bald man finally left.
"La la la, good friend."
"Let's all get taller together."
Listening to these harsh lyrics, the veins on Frieza's forehead throbbed violently.
Patience is being exhausted little by little by these stupid elves.
He swore that after Resurrection he would pluck out all the singing flowers and burn all the stuffed bears to ashes.
But in the end, he forcibly resisted the urge to get angry and contained his aura of destroying the environment.
Because he knew in his heart that as long as he endured for a few more days, the five centimeters he dreamed of would soon become a reality.
That was his last obsession as Emperor of the Universe.
It's worth enduring the singing of these idiots for a few more days just to grow five centimeters taller.