Dragon Ball: Martial Glory Shakes Heaven and Earth

Baros had no interest in dealing with an ant like Garlic Jr. But if Garlic Jr. still refused to see reason and hand over the Dragon Balls, then Baros would have no choice but to send him to report to King Yemma.

Seeing that Baros's words were filled with condescension, tyranny, and disdain, as if saying one extra word to him was a gift, Garlic Jr.'s heart instantly flared with rage.

"You seek death!"

Even he himself had not expected that, on such a lowly planet, there would be people who dared provoke him.

And not just one or two.

Since when had he become so weak that anyone could bully him?

"Attack! Kill him!" Garlic Jr. waved his right hand at Baros and shouted his command.

Upon receiving Garlic Jr.'s order, the remaining aliens erupted with white auras and charged toward Baros.

When had they not lorded it over others while following Garlic Jr.?

Yet now, one of their companions had been killed right away, like a pig or a dog, without the slightest hesitation.

How could they possibly endure that?

Rampant and confident in their own strength, they had grown accustomed to looking down on everything. Naturally, they could not tolerate anyone riding roughshod over them!

However, none of them noticed.

The Earth's Z Fighters, along with Vegeta and Piccolo, all wore exceedingly cold, disdainful smiles.

Not to mention a mere Earth and North Galaxy—even if one looked across the entire universe.

Having personally witnessed Baros's supreme divine might that transcended the universe, and having seen the terrifying power of the Divine Martial Battle Star.

Those aliens who dared attack Baros were instantly no different from dead men in their eyes.

Just as Master Roshi and the others were so speechless they nearly fainted, several aliens had already