Purple streams of high-energy particles raced wildly across his porcelain-white skin.
Frieza hovered in the vacuum, chin slightly raised.
Sixty million battle power.
At this moment, he had the capital to be proud.
The sheer strength of this power directly affected space the instant it emerged.
The wreckage of warships that had been drifting around was pulled by this gravitational force and began slowly orbiting Frieza, before being crushed by invisible pressure into fine metallic dust.
Frieza spread his hands and looked at his body, utterly free of excess flesh and streamlined to perfection.
Power surged through his veins, and that sovereign confidence—the confidence of an emperor who ruled all—returned once more.
This was his true form. This was the bearing the cosmic emperor who ruled the Northern Galaxy should possess.
How boring.
Unlike Frieza, Zhang Qi merely shook his head upon seeing this.
In terms of energy alone, sixty million was indeed an intimidating figure.
But Frieza's method of circulating energy was so crude it was outrageous.
He was even inferior to Broly, who simply drove his energy through instinct.
It was like a nouveau riche carrying a sack of cash and using it to smash someone to death. It could kill, but there was no skill involved.
Anyone could accomplish something similar----
He had once hoped this cosmic emperor might bring him some surprises, but now, all he could say was that it was nothing special.
"Have you prepared your last words, nameless wild monkey?"
Frieza's voice suddenly echoed through space.
Before his words had faded, Frieza vanished.
Pure violence propelled his small body through the vacuum.
In 0.01 seconds, he crossed a hundred meters. His right leg became a purple battle-axe, viciously sweeping toward Zhang Qi's neck.
He was too fast.
So fast that even light had