Cooler stared at Xiaya coldly. He wasn’t the slightest bit affected by what Xiaya had said, and his cold expression did not change at all. He smacked his lips, revealing a smile: “It seems that you know a lot; you even know about our Frost Demon race.”
The number of people in Frost Demon race was extremely few, and even the name of Frost Demon race wasn’t mentioned whenever it occupied a region, so there were very few people in the universe who knew of its existence.
However, this person here had accurately identified him as from the Frost Demon race. Cooler suddenly felt interested. “Can it be that you are also a member of one of those rare races?”
Xiaya laughed at that. The number of Saiyans on Planet Hongshan was very little. If the Saiyans were referred to as a rare race, the description would be very fitting; however, their numbers was not as little as the Frost Demon race’s.
“Tsk, tsk. It doesn’t matter what race you are from. Since you dared to attack this king today, you will inevitably die!” Cooler’s eyes turned icy, and a raging energy flashed within his eyes, seeming as though it would burst out at any time.
“That’s an arrogant proclamation to make when you are still in your Normal State. It seems that you have already gotten used to being arrogant!” Xiaya lightly shook his head, finding it difficult to hide the disappointment in his eyes, and this made Cooler slightly dumbfounded.
“Interesting, interesting!”
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