Turles' Terror

The tree trunk of the Tree of Might stretches out, reaching straight into the clouds. Between the intertwined branches, huge leaves resemble open umbrellas, layer upon layer, making it impossible for sunlight to penetrate.

On one of the tree trunks, the Saiyan Turles leisurely half-closed his eyes, occasionally grabbing Tree of Might beside him and stuffing it into his mouth to enjoy. The juice from the fruit overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and the rich energy made him show an expression of enjoyment.

"It will still be some time before the Tree of Might fully ripen. After we finish eating the fruits here, it'll be time to move on to a more advanced planet."

As his strength continued to increase, Turles was no longer satisfied with the gains from low-level planets. His combat power of 300,000 was enough for him to roam freely in the universe. Even if the news of the Tree of Might was exposed, aliens with tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of combat power would only be easy prey for him. He was absolutely confident in dealing with them.

Furthermore, there are not many people in the universe who know about the Tree of Might, and he is both powerful and knows about the Tree of Might, so he doesn't believe his luck would be that bad.

But at that moment, a sense of crisis suddenly stirred his nerves, and a look of alertness appeared on Turles' dark face.

Whoosh!

A beam of energy swept past Turles, snapping the thick tree trunk in two and sending up a burst of brilliant flames.

"Who?!" Turles became alert, his face turning grim.

No one answered his question. Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through his chest, as if a fist had slammed into him. Turles felt like he couldn't breathe and his body flew backward as if he had been hit by a train. After crashing through dozens of tree trunks, his body finally embedded itself deeply in the ground.

The unexpected attack left Turles stunned. After a while, he came to his senses and saw a pink figure in the sky looking at him with cold eyes.

Like watching prey.

"Damn it, she must have her eye on my fruit."

Turles had been guarding the Tree of Might for many years, watching the fruit ripen, when suddenly a troublemaker appeared, and his expression was not good.

The opponent's sudden attack ignited a fire of anger in his chest. However, out of concern for the protection of the Tree of Might, he did not rush to attack.

The Lulu the Witch had no such concerns. She flashed past Turles like a bolt of lightning, and Turles' pupils suddenly shrank to a black dot. He could no longer find her in his sight, and his heart skipped a beat.

"Not good!"

But before he could react, a hand had already grabbed his shoulder.

With a loud bang, an attack suddenly struck, and the excruciating pain made Turles' eyes roll back and he cough up bitter water. The powerful attack caused him immense suffering.

"Who are you? How can you be so strong?" Turles roared in disbelief.

Lulu looked at Turles with a sinister glint in her eyes, "Tsk, you can't even withstand this little attack? The Queen told me to teach you a lesson! Hehe, your body is quite sturdy, you can definitely take it."

A cold smile appeared on her lips. Lulu released her grip on Turles's hand, turned around Turles, and kicked him. The difference in strength between the two was huge, Turles was sent flying into the sky like a cannonball. At this moment, Lulu's figure flashed quickly and reappeared beside Turles, launching a series of attacks.

Turles' body endured the intense attack, and for a moment he flew higher and higher like a rocket, his Battle Suit cracking and breaking into small pieces.

"Ahhh!!" A series of shrill screams rang out. After Lulu had her fill of pleasure, Turles was now bruised and battered, looking utterly miserable.

Fortunately, Lulu remembered Sephiria's instructions and did not take Turles' life; otherwise, Turles' body would have been blown apart by her first attack.

"Who exactly are you?" Turles' voice trembled, his face filled with fear, looking at Lulu as if he were seeing a demon.

"Captain of Queen Sephi's Captain of the Elite Guard," Lulu said coldly.

"Queen Sephi?"

Turles's eyes were somewhat dazed when suddenly two more people appeared in his line of sight: a man and a woman, dressed in light purple Battle Suit.

"There were other people?" Turles' expression stiffened. He was certain he hadn't noticed anyone else before. His fingers trembled as he pressed the Scouter by his ear. The new Scouter beeped, and a series of numbers quickly appeared.

248 degrees!

The Scouter only showed Lulu's data, but upon seeing this data, Turles was horrified. A deep fear enveloped him, and he had no choice but to believe the data on the Scouter. He had already experienced the attack just now, and the opponent's combat power was definitely above his own. Even 2.48 million was not impossible!

Moreover, this is the most advanced Scouter in the universe, so it is absolutely impossible for it to make a mistake.

If someone so powerful is still someone else's subordinate, then just how powerful is her superior?

"Are you Saiyan too?" Turles' eyes bulged when he suddenly noticed the tails on the waists of the man and woman.

Shouldn't the Saiyan have all died out by now? How come there are other survivors besides myself who escaped the disaster? This is just too strong. Turles had only heard of Queen Sephi's name, that she was a big shot in the western part of the North Galaxy, but he didn't expect that she was also Saiyan.

Sephiria glanced indifferently at Turles, her attention entirely focused on the Tree of Might beside her—the fruits were not yet fully ripe, most were green and red, with only a few showing a purplish-red hue.

"You've eaten quite a few Tree of Might!" Sephiria's tone was unreadable.

Turles felt a chill run down his spine; a pressure made it hard to breathe, and his face immediately hardened. He could only nod obediently.

How long will it take for all these fruits to ripen?

"About nine days." Turles shuddered, not daring to hide the truth.

Sephiria glanced at him. "You're lucky, because you're Saiyan, so I won't kill you."

"Nine days isn't a long time. We can have Hertz and the others come and collect the ripe fruit," Roland said. Sephiria naturally agreed, so the two of them discussed it and decided to bring over the Saiyan, Vine Race, and Lis Race from Planet Sadala.

Before long, a dense crowd gathered on Planet Orphi.

Seeing so many figures suddenly appear, Turles' eyes nearly bulged out. Watching them collectively harvest the Tree of Might, Turles' heart bled, but he couldn't show it on the surface. He was at their mercy, like a fish on a chopping block; even as a fellow Saiyan, he couldn't guarantee his survival.

Back on Planet Vegeta, King Vegeta was not seen to be very kind to his people.

P. S.: I was busy for a long time tonight and finally moved to an apartment. It's closer to the company, so starting tomorrow I can save a lot of commuting time. I'll start writing two chapters a day regularly from now on.