"So, be sure to bring out all your strength."
"The Angels and Gods of destruction of each Universe should not use some worthless ants to pad out the number of participants in this Universal Spacetime Martial Arts Tournament."
"Otherwise, Lord Zeno will be... very... un... hap... py!"
As the Grand Minister said this, he spoke each word slowly and deliberately. His gaze also intentionally or unintentionally flicked toward Beerus of Universe 7. If not for Sun Wukong, along with a barely passable Vegeta—
What kind of trash were the rest?
In the vast Universe 7, could they really not find any other Divine Level fighters?
They had even dragged out useless trash and ants with combat power below ten billion, the mortal measurement standard, just to make up the numbers.
East, west, south, north.
The Four Galaxies, hundreds of billions of Milky Way Galaxies, and tens of quadrillions of star systems.
If they could not even gather ten Divine Level fighters, then the Grand Minister felt that such a Universe had no need to exist. Zeno might as well wave his little hand and erase it directly.
"Gulp!!" Beerus swallowed with difficulty. The Grand Minister's indifferent warning gaze made him feel as though he were about to fall into endless darkness, nearly causing his soul to collapse.
But he had no way to refute it.
For this Tournament of Power, Beerus had indeed thought that if even Sun Wukong could not handle it, then finding more strong fighters for Universe 7 would be pointless. That was why he had let Sun Wukong casually find people on Earth to make up the numbers.
Otherwise, among the strong fighters who had remained on Grand Kai's Planet in the Other World for countless years alone—
If Beerus and Supreme Kai Shin searched seriously,