Encounter

"Oh my, Father, you are still as high-spirited as ever. Looking at you, are you preparing to go and seize another planet?" Sitting on his hover-pod, Frieza covered his mouth and chuckled softly.

"Your father is truly a life of toil, unable to retire even at this advanced age. If I'm not expanding your territory, I'm earning some extra pocket money for your brother, Cooler." King Cold shook his head and sighed.

"Since Father wants to retire so badly, why not just hand all your territory over to me? Let me handle the dirty, exhausting work of seizing planets; your son is more than willing to share your burdens." Frieza's smile was exceptionally sinister.

"Haha! No rush for that. My assets will be yours sooner or later. Is there something you wanted to ask me this time?" King Cold laughed heartily, shifting the topic.

"I heard that a being with a battle power of one million has appeared in your sector—higher than the battle power I possess in this current form. I am quite curious, who exactly is he?" Frieza asked with interest. He didn't care in the slightest that the other party might pose a threat; one had to remember that his final form possessed a battle power of one hundred and twenty million.

A battle power of one million? An ant!

"I don't know yet. I am preparing to head over and take a look. If I can subdue him, it will be quite a feather in my cap when I bring him back," King Cold laughed.

"Hoho! Then I wish you a victorious journey, Father!" Frieza chuckled.

"Unfilial son, all he thinks about all day is my limited influence."

Ending the video call with Frieza, King Cold's face turned gloomy, and he cursed aloud.

On King Cold's spaceship, numerous scientists were calculating Wang Yang's approximate trajectory based on the timing, distance, and other data from the two energy bursts.

At this moment, Wang Yang was sitting cross-legged inside his blue energy barrier, completely unaware that his two energy spikes had piqued the curiosity of King Cold, who was now charging toward him aggressively.

One hundred hours later, the sensors on King Cold's ship detected an energy fluctuation right on cue.

"My King, an energy fluctuation of 20,000 has appeared ahead. We should encounter it in about three hours," a crew member in a uniform said respectfully to King Cold, who was seated on his throne.

"Who is it? Pull it up and let me see," King Cold asked with curiosity.

A battle power of 20,000 was considered top-tier in the universe; even King Vegeta, who led the Saiyan race in their conquest of the cosmos back in the day, only had a battle power of a little over 10,000.

Following King Cold's order, the staff's fingers tapped rapidly across the instruments. Immediately, the ship's projector cast a clear light screen, revealing an image of Wang Yang wrapped in a blue sphere of light, flying through space.

"Oh! To be able to survive in the vacuum of space, this fellow's race looks quite extraordinary!" King Cold covered his mouth and laughed.

In the vast universe, the number of races capable of surviving in space could be counted on one hand, and his own Frost Demon Race was one of them.

"It seems he is the one we are looking for." King Cold stared at Wang Yang on the screen and smiled slightly. The number of lives in the universe was greater than the grains of sand in the Ganges, yet scattered across the vast cosmos, they appeared incredibly sparse. Under normal circumstances, a spaceship traveling through space might not encounter another vessel for years, or even decades.

"Eh? Why does this guy have a tail? Could he be a remnant of the Saiyans? But aren't Saiyans incapable of surviving in space?" King Cold leaned forward, his intrigued face showing a look of surprise.

"Yes, King Cold. This guy certainly looks like one of those notorious Saiyans," said a crew member wearing battle armor, gritting his teeth as he stared at Wang Yang on the screen.

His own race had been destroyed by the detestable Saiyans back in the day.

"It seems that brat Frieza didn't wipe out the Saiyans completely! Interesting, interesting! I've never heard of a Saiyan capable of surviving in space. It seems this one is different from the average Saiyan." King Cold stroked his chin, his gaze locked intently on Wang Yang.

Even if Wang Yang was different from other Saiyans, King Cold felt no apprehension; his own battle power provided him with immense self-confidence.

Three hours later, when Wang Yang's figure appeared within the ship's attack range, a strange smile crept onto King Cold's face.

"I want to see if you are truly that fellow with a battle power of one million. Attack!" King Cold watched Wang Yang's figure on the projector and pointed a thick finger toward him.

If he wasn't... then so be it! A dead Saiyan was a good Saiyan.

"Yes!"

The underside of the spaceship suddenly opened a wide aperture, and a dazzling light began to condense. A few seconds later, the blue light, as solid as a physical object, fired precisely at Wang Yang.

The massive beam of light struck with incredible speed, instantly engulfing Wang Yang's small energy barrier.

"Which bastard is being so malicious!"

The protective barrier was struck by the laser blast, shaking violently under the powerful energy impact. Countless dense cracks appeared on the crystal-clear shield, and Wang Yang was jolted awake in an instant.

Seeing that the energy barrier was about to shatter, he hurriedly pushed his hands outward in a moment of crisis, pouring a continuous stream of energy into it to stabilize and repair the shield that was on the verge of destruction.

As Wang Yang's power erupted, his battle power climbed rapidly, and the people inside the spaceship immediately detected this change.

"My King, this person's battle power is rising rapidly; it has already reached 210,000."

"It seems he is indeed the one we are looking for." King Cold's lips curled slightly.

Being attacked for no reason in space—if his energy barrier were destroyed, he would have a hard time surviving in the vacuum. Wang Yang's eyes narrowed. This was a life-threatening situation, so he certainly wouldn't be polite; he immediately prepared to retaliate.

"Go to... hell!" Clasping his hands together, Wang Yang violently blasted a Ki Blast forward.

A thick wave of energy shot out from Wang Yang, colliding with the ship's laser beam for a brief moment before swallowing it whole, as if a dragon were drinking water, and then surged toward the ship.

Under the constant infusion of Wang Yang's energy, the shockwave grew immensely large in the vacuum of space, and in the blink of an eye, it blasted a massive hole through the spaceship from bottom to top.

"My King, this is bad! The energy chamber has been breached; the ship is about to explode!" Seeing the fault signals appearing on the monitors, the crew members turned pale with fright and shouted at King Cold.

It was too late to reach the escape pods now. With the ship destroyed, for those of them who could not survive in the vacuum of space, this was a catastrophic disaster.

"What?" King Cold was slightly startled and stood up abruptly.

Just as his voice fell, the ship shuddered violently, followed by a deafening roar. Countless sparks flew from all directions, instantly engulfing the stunned King Cold.