Submission, Death

When this group of Saiyans saw someone destroy their city wall, not a single one attacked Sack. Instead, they started discussing who he was.

Under Sack's precise control, no shattered stone flew wildly, and these Saiyans had no intention of dodging at all. They simply sized him up with curious gazes.

From this, it was clear just what kind of bastard race the Saiyans were.

They had no sense of collective honor at all. In fact, you could see a hint of that from Vegeta and the others too.

More and more Saiyans gathered, yet not a single one chose to attack Sack.

He was too strong.

Brutally blocking and destroying the cannon fire had already been enough to shock them.

That final, casual strike had utterly shattered their minds.

Was that something a person could do?

Sack flew proudly in the air, his ki sweeping over everyone as he memorized the aura of this group of Saiyans.

If he really could not resist Frieza, he could still use Instant Transmission to save a portion of them.

Most of the people here only had power levels of seven or eight hundred. A small portion had only three or four hundred. These were the Saiyans who managed logistics—in other words, the Saiyans who cooked and raised the children.

There were also some guards and resting combat personnel, most of them around one or two thousand. Very few had just over three thousand.

Even so, these were already the infamous Saiyans of the universe, running rampant without restraint.

It went to show just how deeply the true experts of the current universe were hiding.

The experts among these Saiyans also fell silent as a group, staying where they were and staring blankly at Sack, who was flying in the air.

Sack shook his head. The quality of these Saiyans was far too low. He would have to train them properly in the future.

With such a lack of belonging, what was the point of saving them?

To use them as seeds and give birth to a new generation of Saiyans?

While Sack was thinking nonsense, a voice filled with shock and anger suddenly rang out from behind the crowd of Saiyans.

"Everyone, don't be fooled! That isn't some Super Saiyan at all, and he isn't some expert either."

Two figures flew out one after another, leaping over the crowd to arrive in front of everyone.

They pointed at Sack and shouted angrily.

"Everyone, look carefully! That isn't some Super Saiyan at all.

That's Sack, a low-class warrior with a power level of only three thousand."

Sack had long since known who had come. One was a man one meter ninety tall, his body bulging with knotted muscles and his face rough and rugged. The other was short, with a cold glint flickering in his eyes.

They were none other than his former captain and another team member, Bardan.

"Sack, you deserted during the mission. Nos went missing, and you even caused Renar to leave our squad and stay alone on the mission planet to look for you.

Now four years have passed, and you still dare to come back.

The moment you returned, you used despicable technological means to destroy the city wall of our Saiyan race. What crime should you be charged with?"

The captain appeared in front and aggressively questioned Sack.

The two of them had originally been shocked as well, but Bardan was meticulous, and after sizing him up carefully, he voiced his doubts.

After observing closely, the two discovered that it really was their team member Sack.

And so, in their minds, they imagined a scene where Sack had been cowardly and deserted in the face of battle.

Sack was nothing more than a small fry with a power level of just over three thousand. How could he possibly destroy that sturdy ki barrier?

He must have used some strange technological product just now.

As a combat squad, they had suffered plenty when attacking planets.

Some races clearly only had power levels of a few dozen or a few hundred, yet their technology could threaten some of their members with power levels of four or five thousand.

Naturally, the two did not believe Sack could cultivate to a power level of tens of thousands in just four short years. Subconsciously, they assumed he had used despicable tricks.

Just like when he deserted in the face of battle.

Sack swept his gaze over them and said nothing.

Behind him, after Renar controlled the spaceship to land automatically, she also flew out and stood behind Sack.

"Renar?"

Renar snorted coldly.

She absolutely believed in Sack now. Hearing others sling mud at him, she naturally was not pleased.

Without another word, her body flashed, and in the blink of an eye, she appeared in front of the captain and Bardan.

One to the left and one to the right, she attacked the two of them at the same time with a punch and a palm strike.

"Damn it, Renar, what are you doing?"

"Renar, we're teammates! How can you attack me?"

The two questioned her in return, but they showed no mercy when they struck.

A tyrannical aura surged up in an instant as they met Renar head-on with all their strength.

Renar said nothing. A fierce aura stirred the air around her; cold wind howled overhead, the air seemed about to freeze, and a hurricane formed. Along with Renar's fists and palms, it blasted toward the two of them.

Bang!

The two screamed miserably, great mouthfuls of blood spraying out. Their arms hung limply beneath them as they flew backward into the crowd. The Saiyans scattered in all directions, terrified of being hurt by the aftershock.

Among Saiyans, once you were injured, no clansman would help you.

What awaited you would only be endless mockery—or the ruthless strike of someone beside you, killing you off.

They needed a force that maintained powerful combat strength.

Before the crowd could even steady themselves, the violent gale blew them until they swayed on their feet.

"What?"

Everyone was dumbstruck.

One strike. The two of them together had not been weak, and even the lingering wind had blown the others off balance, sending dust billowing through the sky.

So strong.

Some people looked toward the two unlucky bastards and saw that both of them were unconscious, breathing out more than in. They all fell silent.

How could a single word like "strong" describe this?

It was simply crushing.

But of these two men, one had over five thousand, and the other was also a warrior just above four thousand. Both were mid-class warriors.

Yet under one casual strike from Renar, they had been severely wounded and left on the brink of death.

Renar looked down on all sides, her cold voice suppressing the entire scene.

"Is anyone unconvinced?"

The Saiyans all lowered their heads.

Renar turned around, and her cold expression instantly became a sweet smile.

"Sack?"

Sack smiled back and drove his aura toward the great hall.

He knew that inside the hall, King Vegeta was staring with a shadowed gaze, teeth clenched, fists tightened, fully on guard.

Renar was perfectly satisfied. She turned back around and resumed her icy expression, her face-changing trick executed to perfection.

"Notify all Saiyans on Planet Vegeta to gather. Sack has something to say in a while."

After Renar finished speaking, killing intent erupted in her eyes, and her deep, powerful aura burst out completely.

"Those who do not come will die."

All the Saiyans present shuddered and knelt on the ground.

"Hmph. What are you standing here for? Hurry up and get lost. Go notify them."

The Saiyans hurriedly used their communicators to notify their relatives and friends.

Carrying the invincible might of having instantly killed two mid-class warriors, Renar made them not dare make the slightest unusual move. They did not even dare breathe heavily.

Sack ignored what happened behind him and flew through the air toward the great hall.

Boom!

A pillar of light shot into the sky and came hurtling toward Sack. His eyes flashed, and with a casual wave of his hand, the Heaven and Earth Furnace activated, making the powerful attack vanish in front of him.

In truth, even if it had landed on his body, there would have been no problem.

The thin membrane beneath his skin could absorb it all.

It was only that it would not have been as shocking as such a thunderous method.

"How is that possible?"

King Vegeta stood high above the throne, veins bulging on his forehead, his eyes filled with disbelief.

Sack lifted his eyelids, a sharp gleam staring straight at King Vegeta.

"Submit, or die."

King Vegeta gritted his teeth and increased the output of an even more powerful energy wave.

Seeing his stubborn refusal to yield, Sack descended to the ground and, facing the qigong wave, walked toward King Vegeta step by step.

Each step seemed like the god of death whispering beside King Vegeta's ear, filling his eyes with pain.

The palace trembled, and many shattered stones fell. Some had not even come near Sack before the force of his powerful aura turned them into gravel, then melted and dissipated.

A fierce look appeared in King Vegeta's eyes. He gathered his energy and focused his mind, his face gradually flushing red.