Dragon Ball World: Martial Glory Shakes Heaven and Earth

Smoke filled the sky, and the figures of many Saiyans vanished directly beneath the ki blasts.

Only after several breaths did the figure suspended in midair emerge.

Bojack.

Bojack swept his gaze over the scene below, the corner of his mouth curling into a cold smile. "This is what happens when you refuse to obey me!"

Centered directly beneath him, the ground that had once been filled with buildings had become ruins for a hundred miles in every direction.

Countless Saiyans lay sprawled amid the wreckage, scattered in every direction.

"Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!" Seeing the scene he had created with his own hands, waves of pleasure rose in Bojack's heart, and he finally threw back his head in wild laughter.

His laughter echoed through every corner of the Divine Martial Battle Star.

Yet when it reached the ears of the Saiyans, it sounded unbearably piercing.

They had lost. They had actually lost—lost utterly and completely!

So many Saiyans, yet they had ultimately been defeated by some guy who had appeared from who knew where!

Humiliation! An immense humiliation!

Fal's eyes brimmed with grief and indignation. Using the last of his strength, he raised his head and roared, "Damn it, Great Emperor, we have disgraced you!"

Two clear streams of tears slid from the corners of his eyes.

They said men did not shed tears lightly, yet now these incomparably proud Saiyans were crying!

If anyone familiar with the Saiyan race saw this, they would be too shocked for words.

Though part of it was guilt toward Baros, even more of it was anger at themselves!

Anger at their own uselessness!

If only he could have been stronger... just a little stronger...

If only he had worked harder and reached the level of a Super Saiyan...

Endless rage surged into