"Yes... it's me, Lord Beerus." The fishman hurriedly bent down, a layer of shiny mucus oozed from his forehead, his voice was trembling, and his lips were trembling.
"Your voice!" Champa frowned suddenly, and his purple face twitched twice, "It makes me very unhappy!"
"Whoops!"
Frieza made a decision immediately, stretched out his finger suddenly, and a red stream of light spurted out from the fingertip, as thin as a needle thread but as fast as lightning, trailing a scorching trail.
The red light flashed in the air and accurately hit the heart of the fishman boy. It penetrated from the back and splashed on the rear bulkhead with a few drops of dark red blood.
The fishman boy didn't even have time to hum, his eyes were still wide open, but his pupils were dilated, his body swayed twice, and then he fell straight forward.
Champa's face sank again.
He slowly turned his head, and a dangerous light shone through the slits of his narrowed eyes, falling coldly on Frieza's face.
"I'm so sorry for tarnishing Lord Beerus's ears!" Frieza quickly lowered his head and put on a flattering expression as he spoke. The smile on his lips was full, but there was a trace of unnoticeable nervousness hidden in his eyes.
Champa snorted coldly, the sound was not loud, but it made the air in the entire main control hall freeze for a moment. "Did I ask you to kill him?"
Frieza's expression suddenly froze, and the smile on his face seemed to be frozen.
He knelt on the spot, curled his fingers slightly, moved his lips, and couldn't say a single word for a long time.
Champa was too lazy to waste time on his appearance. He looked away and asked casually, "What did you ask me to do? What's important?"
"Um...Lord Beerus, there is something very important that I need to report to you..." Frieza rubbed his hands carefully, his palms were full of sweat. He raised his head and glanced at Champa, then quickly lowered his head, his voice low and soft, "There is a self-proclaimed world..."
Before he finished speaking, Champa waved his hand impatiently and blocked the second half of Frieza's sentence.
"I'm not Beerus!" Champa shouted angrily, his purple lips pursed into a straight line.
Frieza was stunned for a moment.
He stared blankly at Champa, his eyes rolling up and down several times, and the expression on his face changed from confusion to confusion, and then from confusion to disbelief.
Isn't this guy Lord Beerus?
That's not right.
If it's not Lord Beerus, who else could it be?
This purple skin, this demeanor, this sense of oppression... it's clearly Lord Beerus who has become fatter.
And looking at the entire universe, only Lord Beerus emits this kind of starry or red light when flying.
He can still fly so fast.
"Lord Beerus... Stop joking!" Frieza laughed dryly, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he hurriedly squeezed out words, "You don't like your current name, so have you changed your name? It's easy to talk about, you tell me the new name, and I will follow it from now on."
Champa's face turned completely dark, and the flesh on his face fell down.
His body swayed, and without any warning, he appeared directly opposite Frieza. The distance between the two was so close that Frieza could clearly see every tiny texture on the tip of his nose.
Frieza took a deep breath, leaned back subconsciously, and almost fell over from his kneeling position.
"Let me tell you, my name is Champa, I am not Beerus!" Champa raised his hand and patted Frieza hard on the shoulder twice, each blow carrying a force that made Frieza's bones tremble. "Don't associate me with that ugly cat! Do you understand?"
"Ah? Like...Champa?" Frieza murmured softly, his brain still running at high speed, trying to stuff this new name into his already messed up mind.
"You should call me Lord Champa instead of calling me by my name directly!" Champa snorted coldly and pressed down with his palm, his strength suddenly increased.
"Crack!"
Frieza's head was pushed down heavily by an irresistible force, and his forehead hit the metal floor of the spacecraft firmly, making a dull sound.
He could even feel the tiny lines on the floor embedded into his skin.
Immediately afterwards, Champa lifted one foot leisurely and stepped firmly on Frieza's head.
The round soles of his feet covered most of the back of Frieza's head, and then he slowly crushed it with his soles, as if he was crushing an unruly ball.
"Ah--ah--" Frieza let out a series of painful wails, the sound muffled coming up from under the floor. The pressure from the top of his head made him feel that his skull was about to deform, there was a buzzing in his ears, and his whole body felt bad.
"Have you remembered?" Champa sneered condescendingly.
"Remember... I remember, Lord Champa!" Frieza's face was pressed against the cold floor, his voice was unclear, but he didn't dare to miss a word.
"That's good." Champa moved his feet away from Frieza's head, rubbed the soles of his feet on the floor, and then asked casually, "By the way, what's your name?"
"I... I'm Frieza." Frieza got up from the ground with support. There was a clear shoe sole pattern on his forehead. Half of his face was red, but he still answered respectfully.
"Frieza?" Champa narrowed his eyes, tilted his head and thought for a moment, "There is a Frieza Planet 66, is it your planet?"
"Yes... yes, it is the planet below." Frieza nodded repeatedly, with a bit of irrepressible pride in his voice.
That gourmet planet is a signature he spent countless efforts creating.
"That planet has developed well, and the variety and quality of its food are of a high standard. This is worthy of praise." Champa gave a rare compliment, and there was even a hint of a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.
"Thank you for the compliment, Lord Champa!" Frieza thanked her hurriedly. He breathed a sigh of relief and started to sweat slowly on his back.
You praise my planet... Is this level almost passed?
Champa said no more, swayed slightly, and without even making any sound from his feet, he left the cabin of the spaceship and appeared in the cosmic space outside the cabin.
"Crack!"
Purple-red flames suddenly bloomed on his body, dyeing the surrounding dark space with a dark red halo.
The flames jumped and burned along the outline of his body, making his round figure inexplicably more majestic.
Immediately afterwards, he turned into a purple-red stream of light, dragging out an energy trail of hundreds of thousands of miles, galloping in the direction of Sacred World of the Kai, and disappeared at the end of Frieza's field of vision in the blink of an eye, leaving only a circle of gradually spreading red light patterns rippling in place.