Just look at the fates of Tequila, the God of Destruction of Universe 4, and Sidra, the God of Destruction of Universe 9.
They had come perilously close to death, yet the Grand Minister had shown no intention of intervening.
If they provoked Baros—no, if they so much as provoked the Saiyan race of Universe 7, then they could only wait for death!
Time flowed like water, and more than half a month passed in a flash.
The Eight-Year Pact between Baros and Beerus had finally arrived with the passage of time.
At the same time, the Saiyans of Divine Martial Battle Star were methodically making their final preparations before the imminent tournament between the two Universes.
What a grand spectacle the Universe Martial Arts Tournament was!
Even the martial artists who had come from Earth—Master Roshi, Tien, Krillin, Yamcha, and the others—felt eager to get started.
Realm of the Gods of Destruction.
Watching Beerus, who had used the excuse of having secluded himself for long, arduous training to wheedle food from Divine Martial Battle Star out of him, then had not moved a single step since, Whis felt the urge to beat him to death with the Angel Staff.
That had been Whis's food supply for the past two years, yet Beerus had wolfed it down in barely a month, leaving it nearly depleted.
"Lord Beerus, I regret to remind you that your Eight-Year Pact with Baros is tomorrow!" As Whis spoke, he took advantage of Beerus's stunned lapse to sweep a hand and put away all the food.
Beerus swallowed the cake in his hand, and the laziness around him instantly vanished.
That wickedly arrogant bearing, that proud posture of a God of Destruction looking down upon all life in the Universe, returned to him once more.