Krillin is motionless.
Mr. Popo is as stable as a mountain.
Only Buu was chewing his fingers with relish, as if he was tasting some unparalleled delicacy.
Quitela laughed twice and then stopped abruptly.
The reaction of these three people was completely wrong.
Facing the ruthless ridicule of God of Destruction, mortals should show fear, rage or nervousness.
But none of these three faces had any emotion at all.
The expression of the bald young man was extremely dull, as if he was looking at a stone.
The fat black man was smiling the whole time, but that smile made Quitela feel chills on his back, giving him the illusion that he was the prey being scrutinized.
As for the fat man in pink, he was picking his nostrils with concentration, seeming to find it more interesting than listening to him talk.
Quitela's tail retracted uncontrollably behind its back.
"Master Quitela, I suggest you proceed with caution."
Angel Cognac spoke coldly, with no fluctuation in his voice.
Quitela turned around and asked.
"Ji? Cognac, what are you so nervous about?"
Cognac remained silent, but her fingers quietly moved up half an inch on the Staff handle.
This is the starting move for Angel to enter the battle standby.
She is definitely not helping Quitela, but is preparing for a devastating situation that may come at any time and that even she cannot predict.
Quitela completely ignored Cognac's hint. Even if he understood it, God of Destruction's face would not allow him to back down.
He stared at Krillin again, forced a dry smile from the corner of his mouth, and pretended to be calm and asked.
"How is it possible for an inferior creature from Universe 7 to obtain the Zeno's Palace pass?"
"Who are you guys from? You guys! Could you be trying to fool me, God of Destruction, with a fake?"
"Quitela."
Krillin spoke unhurriedly, calling him by his name without any respect in his words.
Quitela's ears trembled.
Within the jurisdiction of Universe 4, no one has dared to call him by his name in such a tone for countless years.
Even if God of Destruction from other universes meet, they will at least say a few polite words.
"You are so brave!" Quitela suddenly changed his color.
Krillin interrupted with a cold voice.
"I am only responsible for informing you of one thing. Zeno has officially approved your job change."
Quitela froze on the spot, the huge amount of information caused his brain to shut down instantly.
The mung bean eyes were spinning crazily in their sockets, and the sharp mouth opened and closed several times, but couldn't squeeze out even a single word.
After a moment, Quitela screamed as if his tail had been stepped on.
"What replacement! What nonsense are you talking about, you bastard! I am God of Destruction who was personally appointed by Zeno! Who in this world is qualified to replace me!"
Fat Buu next to him tilted his head and looked at Quitela who was jumping up and down. He wrinkled his nose and interrupted with disgust on his face.
"Can't you, a mouse, understand human speech?"
Buu said word by word in a tone of teasing a child.
"Krillin means, you were fired directly."
Quitela stared at Buu, and suddenly let out a burst of even sharper and harsher laughter.
He raised his long tail, pointed at Buu and cursed.
"Ji Ji Ji! A ball of pink mud actually dares to talk back to God of Destruction!"
"Cognac, these Universe 7 guys are all crazy! I will cut them into pieces right now!"
"You can give it a try."
Krillin's voice was cold, as if he was stating a fact.
Quitela's pointing hand froze in mid-air. He finally focused his attention on the bald young man opposite.
The detection result was dead silence.
There is no energy fluctuation.
This body presents absolute nothingness, like a black hole, completely hidden outside Laws.
Such a scene is far more frightening than facing the overwhelming pressure.
There are only two extreme situations for targets who cannot sense breath:
Either it is too weak to be worthy of generating energy, or it is so powerful that it crushes the observation barrier of the dimension.
Quitela did not hesitate to turn his judgment towards the first option.
He firmly believed that the bald man was just pretending.
If the second hypothesis is true, then the other party's level has already broken away from the cognitive framework of God of Destruction.
His proud priesthood, dignity and transcendent status of Twelve Universes will become a complete laughing stock in the blink of an eye.
He will never allow such ridiculous things to happen!
"It's a bluff!" Quitela screamed, "How dare a mere ant from Universe 7 come to the God of Destruction Realm to run wild!"
He raised his right hand high, and a rich purple-black ball of light expanded violently in his palm. It was Destruction Energy that was enough to wipe out all existence.
Cognac's hand holding the staff tightened again, her red lips slightly opened, and she finally swallowed back her words of dissuasion.
Angel is strictly prohibited from interfering in the decision-making of God of Destruction. This is a supreme iron rule. Even if this move is extremely stupid.
"Fuck them all!"
Quitela throws the Destruction Energy ball hard.
The purple-black ball of light drags a path of destruction and soars in a straight line.
The destruction Laws contained in the sphere is enough to instantly evaporate any creature under God of Destruction.
Buu subconsciously raised his chest and prepared to intercept.
Mr. Popo raised his arm in front of him and spoke in a steady voice.
"Don't move around and watch carefully."
Krillin just watched quietly from beginning to end.
The ball of light approached the door in front of him, and was hovering in mid-air less than an inch away from him.
Destruction Energy collided with Martial God Force Field of Krillin. The purple-black energy sphere began to twist violently and let out an overwhelmed whine.
The pure Laws of Destruction inside was forcibly reversed and reorganized by a higher-dimensional force.
The next moment, the light ball was bounced back.
At the same speed, it roared and flew backwards, heading straight for its owner.
Quitela watched helplessly as the energy ball he threw whizzed back and hit the door directly.
Those green bean eye frames are almost ready to burst.
"Ki-Ki-Ki!"
Quitela screamed in extreme terror.
He tilted his head awkwardly at full speed, and the purple-black ball of light almost sliced against his mouse ears, and the scorching energy even scorched several of his beards.
The energy ball slammed back, hitting the luxurious suspended throne in the middle.
There was no earth-shattering explosion. Destruction Laws completely evaporated the upper structure of the throne into nothingness in an instant.
The remaining wreckage lost its balance and fell heavily to the ground. Several floating screens around it also exploded, exploding into a sky full of scrap metal.
Noisy Main Hall, dead silent.
Quitela bent his head sideways, his body frozen in ridiculous dodge movements.
The slender rat tail was completely subdued and tightly clamped between his knees.
The last bit of luck in his heart was completely torn apart by this ruthless scene.
The combat power of this bald young man has already surpassed that of God of Destruction.
Quitela straightened up a little, and turned his head stiffly.
What caught my eye was the face of Krillin that didn't contain any warmth.
There was no rage, no murderous intent, and no arrogant showing off.
There is only absolute emptiness. It is a kind of indifference when facing the gravel at your feet.
Quitela's legs were shaking like chaff. He opened his mouth wide, trying to spit out a few words to make things right, but his tight and dry throat could not force out even a single syllable.
"Master Quitela, I strongly recommend that you listen to what he has to say."
Cognac broke the deadlock in time, his tone was still cold, but there was a trace of horror deep in his eyes.
Krillin slowly took a step forward.
"Don't... don't come here!"
Quitela was frightened and retreated continuously, falling down on the ruins of the throne. There was no way to retreat.
Krillin spoke sternly, with no trace of ripples in his tone, as if he was reading out a verdict that had already been prepared.
"You God of Destruction, this is the end."