Although Lin Chen had already predicted the outcome of the battle, Frieza clearly had other ideas.
After suffering in Hell for decades, he had finally been resurrected.
To exact his revenge, he had even spent a full year training and achieved the Golden Frieza form, a transformation never recorded in the history of the Frieza Race.
How could he possibly accept defeat now?
Especially when the ones who had beaten him were not Lin Chen, but Lin Chen's two sons!
Hum!
Suddenly, a dazzling golden light erupted from Frieza's body.
A moment later, a golden pillar of light shot into the sky.
Frieza burst out of the ground and soared upward.
"I, Frieza, will never admit defeat!"
But before Frieza could close in, Lin Luo became a black blur and reached him first.
Seeing Lin Luo right in front of him, Frieza was startled.
Then a heavy punch slammed into his stomach.
That single blow made Frieza cough up a mouthful of blood.
"Uncle Frieza, you're making things difficult for me by refusing to give up!"
"I-I will never admit defeat!"
Frieza's eyes bulged, their whites shot through with blood.
Suddenly, purple energy enveloped his body.
"Huh?"
Watching from the sidelines, Beerus and Whis were both taken aback.
"Whis?"
"Yes." Whis nodded. "Frieza has already touched the fringes of the power of destruction."
"Nova Strike!"
Shrouded in purple energy, Frieza roared and charged straight at Lin Luo.
Nova Strike was Frieza's strongest move. Now that he had touched the fringes of the power of destruction, its power was even more extraordinary.
The overconfident Lin Luo had intended to block it with his hands. Only when Frieza reached him did he realize something was wrong, but it was already too late.
Frieza began driving him backward at tremendous speed.
"Oh no!