History Changes, Frieza Will Cultivate!

Frieza was truly talking without feeling the pain of standing; his opening remark was dripping with sarcasm, and Cooler's rage instantly hit its peak.

He was already furious, having even considered using Frieza as a punching bag to vent his frustration.

And now, his brother dared to mock him with such snide remarks?

The fire pent up in his heart compelled him to take a step forward, appearing directly in front of Frieza and slamming a fist into him.

Frieza was sent reeling, coughing up blood on the spot!

"You~!!!"

Frieza never expected that Cooler would strike so directly, and catch him completely off guard—he had to remember that he was currently in his weakest form.

His combat power was a mere 530,000.

Compared to the Frost Demon race, such a power level could be wiped out with a mere wave of a hand.

Had it not been for the fact that it was Frieza, he would have been obliterated by Cooler in that very instant.

The surrounding aliens were left with their jaws on the floor!

They were terrified!

"Lord... Lord Cooler hit Lord Frieza?"

"My god, this is bad! This is a disaster!"

The entire Frieza Force fell into a panic.

They began to flee in every direction; as for trying to step in and stop them, that was an impossibility.

Setting aside the status and position of the two, the combat power of Cooler and Frieza was simply not something anyone else could interfere with.

And so, the scene descended into total chaos!

Bang, bang, bang, bang...

Frieza was being treated like a punching bag because his own power was so immense that he had chosen to change forms precisely because he couldn't control it.

But because of that, at this critical juncture, he was unable to bring his greatest strength to bear.

Cooler, on the other hand, had remained in his fourth form, and his combat power was already formidable; he only needed to transform one more time to reach his peak state.

It could be said that he had a much more comprehensive grasp of his own power than Frieza.

Boom!

Frieza was struck once again, his entire body slamming into the planet's surface, carving out a massive crater.

He looked incredibly disheveled.

Blood sprayed from his mouth as he was beaten.

"Damn it... damn you, Cooler!"

As he roared, his body began to grow larger, and two horns visibly sprouted from his head as his combat power instantly doubled!

However, just as he attempted to initiate his third transformation to unleash his true power, Cooler lunged forward, slammed a fist into his face, and grabbed his horns to swing him around violently.

"Frieza, my dear brother... you are far too weak!"

"You possess the noble bloodline of the Frost Demon race, yet you neglect your training to the point where you cannot even control your own vast power."

"It is utterly shameful. So, let your loving brother teach you a lesson, lest you lose your life one day!!"

Cooler's current form was stronger than Frieza's final form, and he was completely dominating the fight.

However, even though he was extremely enraged that his Armored Squadron had been wiped out, he had never once intended to kill Frieza.

The Frost Demon race was already few in number.

If they lost another member now, they would be on the verge of extinction; regardless of any disputes, they would never truly destroy their own kin.

But a little lesson was certainly in order.

And so, Frieza truly suffered.

Driven by rage and defiance, he was given a brutal beating, and even as he was being pummeled, he gradually unleashed his power, shifting from his first form all the way to his fourth.

But it was to no avail...

Even in his fourth form, his combat power was only 60 million.

Compared to Cooler's base form, the gap was significant, and without a doubt, he was beaten half to death.

It was a total, absolute crushing!

Once he had finished teaching Frieza a lesson, the rage in Cooler's heart had dissipated; just as Frieza had said, out with the old, in with the new.

Since the Armored Squadron had been destroyed, he would simply go out and find even stronger aliens to serve as his subordinates.

Looking down at Frieza, who lay there like a dead dog, Cooler said with disdain: "Frieza, you really are a disgrace, unable to even control your own power."

"To think you are called the most gifted genius in the history of the Frost Demon race, yet you squander such noble bloodline so pointlessly."

"Consider this a lesson for now. Work harder!"

"Do not waste your talent; try not to get beaten so miserably by me next time."

Having said that, he boarded his spaceship without hesitation and flew off toward the distant depths of the universe.

On the planet belonging to the Frieza Force.

Even though things had calmed down for the moment, the aliens dared not approach, fearing they would be caught in the crossfire.

During the fierce battle just now, many aliens had been unable to escape due to their own weak combat power.

They were destroyed on the spot...

Now, naturally, they dared not get too close.

In the deep crater of the planet, Frieza crawled up in a wretched state.

Although it would not cost him his life, being repeatedly ravaged by Cooler had indeed left him looking incredibly pathetic.

Never before had he felt such humiliation!

Since his birth, he had always been the genius of the Frost Demon race; with only minimal training, his combat power had already reached 120 million.

Surpassing everything...

He was even more powerful than his father, King Cold, and it was precisely because his talent was so terrifying that he had neglected his training.

And now...

Having suffered such humiliation, his heart had been severely wounded.

After crawling out of the crater, a ferocious smile appeared on his face.

"Hahahahaha..."

"To think that I, Lord Frieza, would have such a day. Not bad, not bad! The taste of blood is truly unique; it is simply fascinating!"

"Cooler! I will remember this!"

"I will make you understand just how exceptional a genius of the Frost Demon race can be!"

At this moment, Frieza had suppressed his desire to rule the universe; ruling the universe now seemed insignificant to him.

He only wanted to train now, to unleash his terrifying talent, and when the time came, he would beat Cooler severely and humiliate him in return!

He would pay back the shame he suffered today a hundredfold, a thousandfold!

He took flight and headed straight toward the depths of the planet, ignoring even the entire Frieza Force.

Cooler never imagined that because of his provocation, Frieza would truly embark on the path of training, and his own path to tragedy had officially begun...

Frieza's sudden decision to train completely altered the original trajectory of history, and once his talent was realized, he would become a truly terrifying existence, even in the vast universe!

Meanwhile, Mu Chuan knew nothing of what had happened to Frieza, as he too was training hard to ensure his own survival.