That was right. Whether it was the ancient grudges between the Saiyans and Frieza's race, or the attacks Sun Goku and Son Gohan had made against his two sons, or the threat these two Saiyans would pose to Frieza's race in the future, King Cold believed that the Saiyan race had to be wiped out. This was a war between racial civilizations; there was no room for mercy.
Every single Saiyan had to die!
Otherwise, even when King Cold closed his eyes to rest, the threat of the Saiyans might still haunt his mind.
He had already decided to use Eliza to lure out the Saiyan Son Gohan, then use Son Gohan to draw out the Saiyan named Son Goku.
As for the remaining Saiyans, he would cast a wide net and find as many as possible to eliminate. Then he could finally live in peace.
Thinking of this, King Cold seemed somewhat irritated. He directly opened the hatch and flew outside.
Looking at the colonial satellite, he raised a finger, and a pale red sphere of energy rapidly condensed at its tip.
Then, expressionless, he bent his finger toward the colonial satellite. The energy sphere, no larger than a glass marble, immediately shot free.
The moment it left King Cold's fingertip, it began expanding madly at a speed visible to the naked eye. In barely ten seconds, it had grown thousands upon thousands of times larger.
From a tiny glass bead, it transformed in just over ten seconds into a terrifying energy wave more than a thousand meters across, like a miniature star.
The instant the energy sphere approached the colonial satellite, the planet, already on the verge of collapse, could no longer hold itself together and began to break apart.
The artificial atmosphere on the colonial satellite collapsed