The Divine Might Mortals Cannot Touch

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The members of the Galactic Patrol fell one after another like stalks of wheat being harvested, lying on the ground unable to move a single finger.

It had been less than a quarter of an hour.

Over two thousand Galactic Patrol members could only struggle to look up at Mu Yang.

Mu Yang was wreathed in purple light, standing like a god high above, his eyes filled with cold indifference.

The patrol members sprawled in every direction looked as if they were worshiping this newborn deity!

The next moment.

Mu Yang's tail, which had been hidden in his pants, could no longer stay still; it sprang out on its own and wrapped around his waist.

"That's... a Saiyan tail!!"

The squad leader's pupils constricted as he recognized Mu Yang's identity.

As soon as the words left his mouth.

Every one of the two thousand-plus Galactic Patrol members stared at Mu Yang's figure with terrified eyes.

In their sight, his youthful frame loomed as massive as a towering tree!

The strongest fighting race in the universe: the Saiyans.

Who didn't know that the Saiyans were an evil, notorious race?

They had invaded countless planets and destroyed countless homes!

Moreover, the Saiyans were the lackeys of the naturally evil cosmic emperor, Frieza!!

And the Frieza Force was the natural enemy of their Galactic Patrol!

Mu Yang took in the faces of these Galactic Patrol members, but he did not find Jaco among them.

He furrowed his brows slightly and asked:

"Where is Jaco?"

The squad leader understood the question, swallowed hard, and dared not be the least bit careless: "Jaco went to Planet Helka to complete a mission to arrest the evil Ginyu Force."

Planet Helka?

Mu Yang's brow furrowed even deeper. He turned his gaze toward Whis and asked: "Whis, is Planet Helka far from here?"

"Let me see..."

Whis narrowed his eyes, carefully observing the image inside his staff. After looking for a good while, he finally spoke: "Lord Candidate Destroyer, Planet Helka is over in the South Galaxy. If we were to head there, it would take about a day."

"A day, huh..."

Mu Yang rubbed his chin, lost in thought.

It was indeed quite far; one was in the South Galaxy, and the other was in the North Galaxy.

The distance was so vast that even at Whis's faster-than-light speed, it would take about a day to arrive.

If only I had Instant Transmission.

Mu Yang felt a deep sense of inconvenience.

He began to scheme in his heart about Planet Yardrat, the place where Son Goku learned Instant Transmission in the original story.

"Then without further ado, let's go, Whis."

Mu Yang stepped behind Whis, placed one hand on his back, and took Bulma's hand with the other.

Bulma's cheeks flushed red, and she lowered her head.

"Oh, right, this is for you, Whis."

Mu Yang suddenly remembered something. A red light flashed from the storage ring on his ring finger, and a blue storage ring appeared in his hand.

"Is this for me, Mr. Mu Yang?"

Whis was momentarily stunned, feeling inexplicably touched.

"You are my master; if I don't give it to you, who would I give it to?"

Mu Yang smiled lightly.

Whis was deeply moved. He solemnly accepted the ring and said earnestly: "Mr. Mu Yang, rest assured, I will do everything in my power to train you!"

Mu Yang merely shook his head slightly, not saying anything more.

He didn't give Whis the gift expecting anything in return.

His reason for giving it to him was simple.

It was merely because the other party had been a benefactor to him!

Mu Yang knew very well that without Whis, he wouldn't even have a ticket to enter the God Realm, which would have severely slowed down his development.

Suddenly.

Mu Yang felt his pants being tugged by something, and he turned his head to look.

"And what about me, Brother Mu Yang?"

Bulma's cheeks flushed red, and she spoke with a hint of shyness: "I want a ring, too."

Mu Yang smiled knowingly, reached out to pat Bulma's adorable head, and didn't stop until her blue hair was a messy tangle.

With a flash of red light from his storage ring, a sky-blue storage ring appeared in his hand.

Mu Yang was in no rush to give it to her; instead, he let white light shimmer over his hand and began to perform the Space Shaping Method.

Bulma was too weak, so this ring needed a few slight modifications.

It wasn't until the white light on his hand completely dissipated that he stopped.

Mu Yang then opened his palm and presented the beautiful sky-blue ring to Bulma.

However, Bulma shook her head and didn't take it.

Just as Mu Yang was feeling puzzled, she spoke.

"Brother Mu Yang, I want you to put it on for me."

Bulma's delicate, coquettish voice rang in Mu Yang's ears.

Mu Yang shook his head slightly and laughed:

"Alright, I'll put it on for you."

Mu Yang picked up the ring and was just about to pick a random finger to slide it onto when Bulma lowered her head deeply, hiding her expression, and proactively extended a finger on her right hand, requesting: "Brother Mu Yang, could you put it on this finger?"

Mu Yang's brows furrowed, his expression one of astonishment.

There was no other reason.

It was simply because the finger Bulma had extended was her ring finger!

Could it be that Bulma didn't know the significance of that?

When Mu Yang looked at the expression on Bulma's face, he felt a sudden sense of self-mockery.

Mu Yang, oh Mu Yang, how could the greatest scientist in Dragon Ball possibly have feelings for you?

Stop daydreaming.

Mu Yang set aside his unrealistic fantasies and slid the sky-blue ring onto Bulma's finger.

Whoosh!

As soon as it was on, Bulma retracted her hand at lightning speed.

"Thank you, Brother Mu Yang!"

Lifting her head, a blissful smile bloomed on Bulma's face.

Mu Yang was momentarily stunned, staring blankly at her expression, before a smile couldn't help but tug at the corners of his mouth.

"Let's go, then."

He reached out his hand to her.

"Mm."

Bulma gave a firm nod and took Mu Yang's hand.

She kept her head bowed, gazing at the ring on her finger.

Brother Mu Yang, oh Brother Mu Yang, this is your engagement now, so you aren't allowed to go back on it.

Otherwise, I'll be very angry!

Hmph...!

The smile on Bulma's chubby face grew even brighter.

Whis, with a detached expression, tapped his staff against the ground, and a stream of seven-colored light enveloped him, Mu Yang, and Bulma.

The seven-colored light shot into the sky, departing from the Galactic Patrol headquarters.

After they left, the gravity Mu Yang had imposed on the Galactic Patrol members was finally lifted.

One by one, the Galactic Patrol members rose from the ground, looking in the direction where the figures had vanished, staring at each other in disbelief.

The evil Saiyan hadn't actually killed them?

The Galactic Patrol members felt as if they had been living in a dream all day.

"That guy next to him earlier seemed to call that young Saiyan 'Lord Candidate Destroyer'?"

The squad leader frowned.

Candidate Destroyer...

As those three words were uttered, the entire scene fell into silence once again.

The Destroyer—everyone in the universe knew exactly how heavy those words were!

That has already become a legend within the universe.

It is rumored that when you encounter the God of Destruction, if he intends to destroy you, it is best to abandon all resistance.

Because when the God of Destruction wants to destroy you, it has nothing to do with you!

"Should we issue a wanted warrant then?"

A thick-headed member of the Galactic Patrol asked the squad leader.

The surrounding members of the Galactic Patrol all looked at this person as if he were an idiot.

"No."

The squad leader looked up at the sky where Mu Yang had departed and gave a bitter laugh: "What qualifications do we mortals have to issue a warrant for the great Lord God of Destruction?"