Sun Wuxiu ignored the shock of the crowd.
In his Super Saiyan God state, his mind became as calm as still water.
But beneath this calm lies a purer, more focused killing intent.
He slowly raised his right hand, his index and middle fingers together, and gently placed them on his brow.
The crimson eyes pierced through the endless void, instantly locking onto the coordinates of a distant Planet Tuffle, that exuded a nauseatingly evil aura.
A cold smile curled at the corner of Sun Wuxiu's lips.
There were no warning signs whatsoever.
The figure enveloped in crimson Divine Power vanished into thin air from the World of the Supreme Kai.
Not even a breeze was stirred.
It wasn't until Sun Wuxiu disappeared for several seconds that everyone finally came to their senses.
"Gone... gone?!"
Goku exclaimed in surprise.
" Instant Transmission!"
Kibito Kai got up from the ground, his face covered in sweat.
"Never mind that!"
Old Supreme Kai, after all, had seen a lot in his life. He slapped his thigh and, without caring whether the Crystal Ball on the ground was dirty or not, picked it up and put it in its place.
"Quick! Look at the Crystal Ball!"
"That Sun Wuxiu... he really went to settle scores with Baby!"
"My God... what exactly is that red transformation? Son Goku's brother... what level has he reached?!"
Upon hearing this, everyone crowded around, holding their breath and staring intently at the pulsating image in the Crystal Ball.
Planet Tuffle.
The planet that Baby restored using the Dragon Ball is currently immersed in a frenzied atmosphere.
In the vast city square, countless brainwashed Earthling gathered together, raising their hands and cheering and worshipping towards the sky.
And above the city.
A technologically advanced and sleek open-top aircraft is cruising slowly.
Baby stood at the very front of the aircraft, arms crossed over her chest.
He was wearing a tight-fitting Battle Suit, and his silver-white hair stood up in the wind.
Those blood-red eyes looked down at the crowd below, who resembled ants, their faces filled with smugness and arrogance.
Behind him, the brainwashed Son Gohan, Son Goten, Trunks, Videl, and Videl stood respectfully like the most loyal guards.
"What a beautiful sight!"
Baby opened her arms as if embracing the whole world.
"Listen to these cheers; this is the order the universe should have always been in."
"Those barbaric Saiyan have been wiped out by me. The remaining Earthling will become the cornerstone of my entire universe 'Tuffle Empire."
"I, Baby, am the sole ruler of this universe! The only God!"
"Long live Lady Baby!"
Gohan and the others behind him shouted in unison, their eyes filled with fervor.
Baby satisfaction, preparing to deliver a passionate speech announcing his next target for conquest.
However.
Just as he opened his mouth, before he could utter the first syllable...
A sudden change occurred.
There was no sign of any spatial fluctuations, nor any disturbance of airflow.
A figure.
A red figure.
It appeared out of nowhere and inexplicably right in front of the aircraft, less than five meters away from Baby in mid-air.
It was as if he had always been standing there, but no one had seen him just now.
"What?!"
Baby's pupils suddenly contracted to pinpoints, and her body instinctively took a half-step back.
Gohan, Trunks, and the others behind them were even more taken aback, instantly assuming fighting stances and unleashing various auras.
"Who?!"
"When did this appear?!"
"It actually evaded my senses?!"
Everyone felt a deep chill at that moment.
If it is moving at high speed, there will definitely be a whooshing sound and airflow.
Even if it's Instant Transmission, there will be fluctuations in qi (vital energy).
But this person...
Like a ghost!
Baby stared intently at the man who had suddenly appeared before her.
A head of magenta hair never seen before, and a pair of cold, chilling red eyes.
And that aura, though it didn't show any energy reaction, gave him a strange feeling of... "nobility".
"Who are you?!"
Baby a deep voice, a hint of tension he himself didn't realize.
"I should have wiped out Saiyan on Earth by now. Tail?... You're Saiyan too?"
"But this red hair... is it some kind of inferior mutant?"
Despite his dismissive words, Baby did not make any rash moves.
As a parasite, his intuition told him that this seemingly powerless creature was extremely dangerous.
Sun Wuxiu suspended in the air.
His hands hung naturally at his sides, and his red eyes swept lightly over Gohan, Goten, and Trunks behind Baby.
Looking at these juniors who had once treated him with utmost respect in another time and space, now reduced to such puppet-like forms, Sun Wuxiu's eyes grew even colder.
at last.
His gaze fell on Baby's face, which was covered by Vegeta's face.
It was an arrogant and haughty face, as if the entire universe trembled beneath his feet.
Vegeta's once proud features were now filled with Baby's twisted soul, making him appear exceptionally ferocious.
At this moment, Baby's lips were slightly parted, as if she was about to launch a merciless mockery at the reckless red-haired " Mutant Saiyan " in front of her.
However, Sun Wuxiu did not give him that chance.
They didn't even give us a single second of "villain trash talk time."
To Sun Wuxiu, the guy in front of him was nothing more than a clown who stole someone else's body and was still gloating over it.
Since he's a clown, there's no need to listen to his nonsense.
He moved.
No, to be precise, Sun Wuxiu had already grasped the concept of "movement" before anyone's retina could even capture the image.
There was no explosion of airflow, no afterimage dragging, and not even a ripple in space.
That was pure speed, exceeding the limits of human dynamic vision.
In Baby's eyes, the previous frame was still of the red-haired man hovering five meters away with his hands hanging down.
And the next frame.
A handsome face, devoid of any expression and as cold as an iceberg, was suddenly pressed against his face.
In those crimson pupils, there was no killing intent, no anger, only a kind of... calm as if looking at roadside trash.
"You..."
Baby's brain hadn't even had time to process the sudden visual signal, and his vocal cords hadn't even had time to vibrate and produce the first syllable.
Sun Wuxiu had already raised his right hand.
It wasn't some earth-shattering energy blast, nor was it any fancy special move.
It was just a simple, downward punch.
"Thump!!!"