This tradition had allowed this generation's Frieza to surpass King Cold when he reached his Third Transformation and unleashed 100% of his full power.
To them, that meant becoming even stronger.
Unfortunately, the mutated Frieza Clan, a precious and powerful race even rarer than Super Saiyans in the universe, feared that sexual reproduction would dilute their mutated bloodline. Thus, they closed themselves off and relied on asexual reproduction.
Otherwise, if he had many descendants, it would not merely be the vast starfields governed by West Kai—probably all of Universe 7 would belong to the Frieza Clan.
Sure enough, fearing something too much would always create a weakness for oneself.
As Uchiha Hiko examined the Frieza Clan, the ordinary members guarding this planet gathered together, forming a circle around him.
It looked as though they were afraid Uchiha Hiko would run away.
Did they have no ambition at all? They were the Frieza Clan, yet this was how they treated an enemy?
Uchiha Hiko could not help recalling Frieza's appearance when he emerged—lazily reclining in his chair and gesturing as though he ruled the world. He had looked exceedingly imposing.
"So this is how your Frieza Clan fights? Come on, all of you together. It just so happens that this invader wants to see what exactly gives you the right to be called the Imperial Race of Universe 7!"
The moment he said this, he enraged every Frieza present. What a joke—no one in this universe had ever dared to insult their race like this!
"Die!"
Ten Friezas let out violent roars, their bodies flickering through the air and leaving afterimages as they charged at Uchiha Hiko.
The Hail Clan watching from underground felt their hearts sink into an abyss.
Frieza was such a distant existence to them, beyond anything they