"What do you want!?"
In the end, even Bibiro's endurance had reached its breaking point!
Yet Bibiro retained his last shred of reason. He did not unleash his power ripples and enter battle mode, merely voicing a defiant challenge. Deep down, he still clung to a sliver of hope.
The instant Bibiro roared, the entire hall, the whole aircraft, and even the nearby void seemed to freeze completely. The Black Witch King's "heh heh heh heh" sinister laughter also came to an abrupt halt.
Whoosh...
"Gasp!"
The Saiyan King Sakajita had only managed to draw breath when that pitch-black shadow suddenly appeared at his side, face-to-face with Bibiro, the high-ranking Saiyan warrior behind him. In an instant, it formed an absolute, overwhelming pressure of superiority.
The Black Witch King did not smile. He stared straight at the tiny, trembling creature before him, who had been so thoroughly terrified that he might fight at any moment with blank, crazed consciousness, and rasped, "What do I want? I want to shit on your head, humiliate you in every possible way, force the ambition buried deep in your heart to spill out in full! Then I can erase this fleshly vessel of ambition openly and justifiably!"
The Black Witch King did not care how Saiyan King Sakajita at his side reacted, allowing cold sweat to drip from him as he thoroughly revealed his evil, grim, icy side.
"That's right, I want to crush your Saiyan race to my heart's content, so trash like you—trash that should have been wiped away by the Truth-Fate of the Endless World—will disappear. I want you to do the filthiest, hardest work. I want you never to see any hope of turning your lives around! Despair! Heh heh heh heh heh! Come on, make your move! Attack me!