"Hmph! If I'd known, I never should have used the Super Dragon Balls to trade for Son Goku's body. I should have traded for your body, Qing Mo's!
Your body is the body a true god ought to possess. These other bodies are far too inferior!"
At that moment, Black Goku, his face battered black and blue, clutched his broken arm with his left hand and trembled as he struggled to his feet. His entire body was shaking involuntarily!
Though he still clung to his so-called "justice," facing all the Gods of Destruction and Angels left Black Goku trembling in fear. Not to mention that Qing Mo, whose cultivation reached the heavens, was also here!
"Hahahaha! You ant actually wanted to use the Super Dragon Balls to trade for my body? An ant who calls himself a true god actually told such a naturally hilarious joke!
Only an incompetent piece of trash like you, a coward without a shred of a strong person's dignity, would think of using the Super Dragon Balls to accomplish everything. Did you really think the Super Dragon Balls could help you trade for my body?
Who do you think I am? The Super Dragon Balls are nothing but a toy in my eyes. Their power of miracles simply cannot do a thing to me!
I stand above all laws, command the myriad Great Daos, and reign above the pinnacle of all worlds!
Why do you think I can be friends with Zeno and the Grand Priest? Why do you think they have always been so courteous to me?
Because I'm stronger than them—far, far stronger!
Though my power is immense, I'm still willing to be friends with Zeno and the Grand Priest. After all, they speak and act gently, and being around them feels especially