Give it to me, I'll help you draw away the trouble

Fireworks kept exploding one after another in the sky.

On the ground, everyone craned their necks until they ached, ignoring the fireworks overhead as they did their best to look even higher, toward the situation in space.

They just wanted to know what would happen to those spaceships in outer space.

The exploding ships in the universe could not transmit any sound, and in broad daylight, their light was very faint as well.

These aliens no longer felt any anger now.

Whenever they occasionally confirmed that a ship had exploded, they all revealed gloating expressions.

They had just been within the ships' attack range.

If Sack had not blocked it, they would not even have had the chance to laugh.

One did not fear a vicious enemy as much as a teammate stabbing them in the back.

They had come so eagerly, only to end up here as burial companions.

Who would be willing?

Some people even started clapping and cheering.

Renar, who had only just been freed not long ago, looked utterly speechless.

Was there something wrong with these people?

Weren't they companions?

How could they laugh so happily?

Sack soon dealt with all the spaceships and flew down to land.

Renar smiled sweetly.

"Finished?"

Sack swept his gaze over the ground.

"There are no survivors except here."

Sack did not know that when he said those words...

The one and only spaceship that had been the first to leave, avoiding his detection, was currently sending everything he had just done to the various factions.

It would not be long before the news that Sack had wantonly slaughtered righteous warriors of the universe spread throughout the entire universe.

Sack neither discovered it nor cared.

In the end, this world still depended on strength.

As long as he solved the method to break through, he would soon be invincible in the universe, and even Beerus would not be able to beat him.

He looked down from above at the terrified aliens.

They had been clapping and cheering just now, but now it was their turn.

Their life or death all depended on a single thought from Sack.

All of them looked at Sack in anxious fear.

Even now, they still did not dare believe that manpower could reach such a level.

But the facts were right before their eyes.

The flames in the sky had not yet completely gone out.

The sounds of explosions still came over from time to time.

This group did not dare make any rash moves.

The killing god before them was no joke.

There were many people, but their hearts were scattered; they had gathered together, but their strength was meager.

No one dared make any unusual movement. All of them stared uneasily at Sack and Renar, who stood in the air.

A cold light flashed in Renar's eyes.

"What are you planning to do with the people here?"

As she spoke, the aura throughout her body surged up again, as if she would strike the moment a disagreement arose.

The people waiting below felt a chill in their hearts. Some of those with weaker strength or poorer willpower fell to their knees with a thud.

They cried out for mercy in mournful voices.

Most of it was something about having been deceived, about lard having blinded their hearts, and the like.

Sack looked at the crowd below, took Renar's hand, and flew away.

"There's no need to bother with these people. They can't affect us."

"Remember this. If our spaceship is damaged, all of you will die—unless you can leave this planet, and never run into us again."

The threatening voice drifted through the air.

Sack and Renar had already vanished from sight.

Planet Yardrat, the city with the most powerful aura.

Sack strolled through the city with Renar.

He completely ignored the many curious Yardrats watching them.

"Can we really get what we want?"

Sack pondered in silence.

Until now, he had been thinking about one question.

Had their whereabouts been leaked by Renar or not?

If so, what happened afterward did not make sense.

Renar knew how powerful he was. There was no way she would have sent cannon fodder like this to die.

Every member of their combat squads knew how to create an Artificial Moon.

Any one of them had a trump card worth tens of thousands in combat power.

This motley army did not look at all like it had been deliberately arranged to intercept and kill him. They did not even know his strength.

It was more like the news had leaked, and these indignant people had come of their own accord.

As Sack was thinking, a Yardrat came up to him.

"Honored powerhouse, greetings."

Looking at the respectful purple-skinned man before him, Sack sized him up with a half-smile.

"What? Didn't you run away? And you still dare appear in front of me?"

"Did seeing me not kill anyone give you courage?"

The visitor's expression darkened, and he chose not to address it.

"Honored powerhouse, our leader of Planet Yardrat, Supa, invites you to the palace for a talk."

Sack did not make things difficult for him and gestured for him to lead the way.

They passed through the circular buildings and went all the way to the grandest structure.

"The palace where the leader lives is ahead. I can only escort you this far. Please."

Sack shrugged and stepped inside.

The hall was huge. There were only a few people inside, yet it seemed solemn and dignified.

The air was very still. In the midst of the bustling city, this place was unusually cold and silent.

The clear sound of Sack's footsteps rang out, and the heavy, oppressive atmosphere in the air instantly vanished like smoke.

In the hall, twelve Yardrats stood on either side.

All of their combat power was above ten thousand.

Perhaps their strength was insufficient, so they could not perfectly conceal their power.

Sack clearly sensed these people's combat power.

Sack glanced at them once and paid them no more mind, looking toward the very front at the two seated Yardrats.

Their auras were warm and smooth as jade, their expressions peaceful, even carrying faint smiles. It was impossible to see much from them.

Sack broke the silence, his expression unchanged as he walked toward the hall.

In his heart, however, he felt sorrow for the Saiyans.

They called themselves a warrior race. They were simply frogs at the bottom of a well.

Utterly laughable.

Of those two seated there, either one could sweep across all of Planet Vegeta.

And yet they had always been so smug, ignorant, and arrogant.

Saying that in the universe, they were the strongest beings.

Saying that without technology, Frieza was nothing.

Saying that after transforming into Great Apes, they could sweep across the entire universe.

Then what was this place?

And what was Namek?

Not to mention Super Broly, Moro, ancient Saiyans, Dragon God Zalama, Fallen Angel Walker, and so on.

These could be counted as powerful enemies beyond the universe, and they could also be called enemies within the universe.

Sack walked step by step toward the two seated figures, directly ignoring the twelve gazes as sharp as knives.

The hall was huge, but there would ultimately be a moment when he reached the end.

Sack stopped and revealed a trace of an evil, charming smile.

"Leader of the Yardrats, Supa, greetings!"

The moment Sack said that, the air went still again.

Threads of killing intent, like steel knives scraping bone, circled wildly back and forth around Sack and Renar.

Renar's pupils shrank, and she bristled like a kitten.

An incomparably powerful aura burst from her body.

The instant Sack gave the word, she would unleash thunderous measures.

She would show these ignorant Yardrats the strength of a Saiyan.

The Twelve Guards' expressions changed sharply.

They had not expected Renar's Spirit to be so deep and powerful, her combat strength faintly surpassing theirs.

Sack seemed not to notice at all, staring straight at the two seated figures.

He waited for their answer.

The Yardrat on the left spoke, his voice bright and clear, his face showing no fear.

"It seems this lord is very familiar with our Yardrat."

Sack did not answer. He stretched out his hand, palm facing upward.

His gaze stayed fixed on the Yardrat who had spoken.

"Give me all your research on Spirit, and I'll help you draw away the trouble."

Sack was not a nanny. There was no way he would help them for free.

Not even for a period of time.

The moment Sack's words fell, the twelve could no longer hold back.

They roared in unison.

"Arrogant!"