Crushing the Peepers! The Dark Tribe's Fangs

Ximen Qing's roar echoed through heaven and earth. The golden-silver aura around him surged to its peak as his permanent power level of 45,000 erupted without reservation. His crushing pressure became almost tangible, fiercely blanketing that pitch-black aura in the depths of space. Even the surrounding cosmic expanse warped and trembled beneath the overwhelming force, with fine cracks quietly appearing throughout it.

Beyond Earth's atmosphere, the leaders of every subjugated faction fell utterly silent. They lowered their heads, their bodies trembling faintly, and none dared look directly at Ximen Qing's fury. They had never encountered such terrifying pressure. Even when facing Frieza at his peak, they had never felt such suffocating dread. Their reverence for Ximen Qing deepened further, and they secretly rejoiced that they had chosen submission rather than meeting the fate of this unknown spy.

Nappa stood to one side, staring gravely into the depths of space. The aura around him tightened slightly as he quietly instructed the Saiyan warriors beside him, "Prepare yourselves. If the Dark Tribe truly launches a large-scale attack, we'll assist my lord with everything we have. We cannot let them harm him in the slightest—not only to repay my lord's kindness, but for the future of the Saiyan race!"

"Yes, Chief!" several Saiyan warriors responded in unison. Their expressions were solemn as their auras gathered, ready to enter battle at any moment. A trace of fighting spirit flashed in their eyes. To assist the ruler of the universe while fighting the Dark Tribe that had once served Frieza was both an honor and vengeance.

Grandpa Gohan stood behind Ximen Qing, with not a trace of fear on his face—only pride. He gently raised a hand and rested it on Ximen Qing's shoulder, speaking softly but firmly. "Ximen Qing, be careful. The Dark Tribe acts mysteriously and possesses great strength. This may only be a test. There could be an even larger ambush waiting ahead!"

"Don't worry, Grandpa Gohan!" Ximen Qing lightly patted Grandpa Gohan's hand. A wild smile curled his lips, and his gaze was sharp as a blade. "He's only a spy. Even if there's an ambush, I'll crush them all one by one! Today, I'll show them what the majesty of the ruler of the universe is—and what it means to be someone they cannot afford to provoke!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Ximen Qing flashed forward, instantly transforming into a bolt of golden-silver lightning. He tore through Earth's atmosphere and sped toward the pitch-black aura in the depths of space. He moved so fast that not even a trace was left in the air, only a dazzling streak of light darting through the universe.

"Heh heh heh—interesting. You actually dared to come and throw your life away!" In the depths of space, the owner of that black aura let out a harsh, sinister laugh. It was entirely unlike Frieza's laughter; its viciousness carried an eerie chill that made one shudder. "Since you're so eager to die, I'll grant your wish. I'll kill you first, then seize the bloodline fragment and level Earth!"

As the laughter faded, a pitch-black figure slowly emerged. Thick black mist wrapped around his body, and within it, he could vaguely be seen wearing a black battle suit. His face was grotesque, his eyes an unnatural blood-red, and his power level of 48,000 radiated from him. Though he was no match for Ximen Qing, he was still among the universe's top powerhouses. He was Moke, the spy sent by the Dark Tribe and a trusted subordinate of the Dark Tribe's leader.

Moke floated in space with his arms crossed, staring viciously at the rapidly approaching Ximen Qing. A contemptuous smile rested on his lips. "Ximen Qing, I advise you to know your place and hand over the Saiyan Royal Bloodline fragment. Perhaps then I'll let you die a little more pleasantly! You're just some brat who killed Frieza and luckily climbed to the position of universal ruler. Do you really think you're invincible now?"

"Lucky?" Ximen Qing came to an instant stop, floating opposite Moke. His golden-silver aura blazed fiercely as he stared at Moke with icy eyes, his tone dripping with scorn. "A piece of trash like Frieza was worthy of letting me get lucky? And you—a mere spy—dare spout nonsense in front of me? Today, I'll make you understand that your so-called strength is nothing more than a pathetic joke before me!"

"A joke? Heh heh heh—brat, you're far too arrogant!" Moke laughed viciously as the black mist around him swelled explosively. His power level of 48,000 erupted without restraint, fiercely descending upon Ximen Qing. "Since you refuse to know your place, don't blame me for being ruthless! Today, I'll kill you myself and show you the might of the Dark Tribe! I'll show you that coveting the Royal Bloodline fragment is a consequence you cannot bear!"

The instant he finished speaking, Moke suddenly raised a hand. A strand of black energy gathered at his fingertips, laced with strange poison and radiating a world-destroying might. He flicked it fiercely toward Ximen Qing. It flew like lightning, tearing fine cracks through space wherever it passed, as Moke declared in a vicious, resolute voice, "Dark Poison Sting—Full Power! Die, brat! Once this poison sting hits you, it will travel through your bloodline and corrode your organs, letting you die in endless agony! Heh heh heh—"

Facing the incoming black poison sting, Ximen Qing's expression did not change in the slightest. He showed no intention of dodging, and the arrogant smile remained on his lips. His golden-silver aura stirred faintly as he gathered a strand of golden-silver energy at his fingertips and casually flicked it toward the black poison sting.

BOOM—!!!

The golden-silver energy collided violently with the black poison sting. The terrifying force unleashed at the point of impact instantly tore apart the entire stretch of space. Countless black holes expanded madly amid the energy shock, only to vanish an instant later. Black mist and golden-silver aura intertwined and collided, producing piercing sizzling sounds as the shockwave swept outward like a tsunami.

"What?!" Moke's face changed drastically, and disbelief flashed through his eyes. He never imagined that a mere strand of energy casually flicked out by Ximen Qing could possess such terrifying power. The Dark Poison Sting he had formed with all his strength had been forcibly blocked—and even showed signs of backfiring on him. "That's impossible! Your power level is clearly only 45,000! How can you block my full-strength attack at 48,000? That's absolutely impossible!"

"Impossible?" Ximen Qing sneered, his tone full of disdain. "Power level has never been the only measure of strength! You think a power level of 48,000 is enough to defeat me? How utterly laughable! I am an Innate Saiyan. The power of the bloodline within me is far beyond your imagination. Even if my power level is lower than yours, I can still crush you with ease!"

Before his words had faded, Ximen Qing flashed forward and appeared directly in front of Moke. He moved so fast that Moke had no time to react. Dense golden-silver energy gathered in Ximen Qing's palm, carrying an unstoppable force as it blasted toward Moke's chest. His voice was icy and decisive. "Since you love making threats so much, I'll shut you up first!"

Moke's face went pale, his pupils shrinking. He wanted to dodge, only to discover that Ximen Qing's pressure had locked his body in place. He could not move even a single step. In a panic, he raised his hands and formed a black energy shield, trying to block Ximen Qing's attack. His voice was full of terror and desperation. "No—! Impossible! How are you this fast? Stop! I'm the Dark Tribe leader's trusted subordinate! If you kill me, the leader will never let you go! He'll level Earth, kill you, and avenge me!"

"The Dark Tribe's leader?" The smile on Ximen Qing's lips turned even colder. The golden-silver energy in his palm intensified again as he slammed it into Moke's black shield. "Even if he comes himself, I'll kill him all the same! Today, forget a mere trusted subordinate like you—even the Dark Tribe's leader will have only one path: death! If you dare covet what is mine, if you dare challenge my authority, then you must be prepared to die!"

CRACK—!!!

A crisp shattering sound rang out. Moke's black energy shield broke before Ximen Qing's golden-silver energy like fragile glass. The attack did not pause for even an instant before smashing into Moke's chest. Moke let out a shrill scream as his body flew backward into the depths of space like a kite with a snapped string. He spat out a mouthful of black blood, and a massive wound opened across his chest. Black mist continuously spilled from it, while his aura rapidly weakened.

"Ah—! My chest!" Moke clutched his chest, his face filled with pain and terror. His body shook uncontrollably as the black mist around him gradually dispersed. His power level of 48,000 instantly plummeted below 10,000. He could not believe that Ximen Qing had crushed him so easily, without even giving him a chance to fight back. "No—! I refuse to accept this! Ximen Qing, just wait! The leader will avenge me! He'll bring all of the Dark Tribe's forces to level Earth, kill you, and seize the Royal Bloodline fragment! You'll regret this! Heh heh heh—"

Even severely wounded and on the brink of death, Moke did not forget to issue threats. His eyes brimmed with resentment and unwillingness. Like Frieza in the past, even in desperate circumstances, he had never lowered his arrogant head. That viciousness and stubbornness embodied the Dark Tribe's madness.

Ximen Qing flashed forward and instantly caught up with the retreating Moke. Looking down at him from above, his gaze was cold and devoid of mercy. He spoke with arrogant finality. "Regret? In my entire life, I've never known how to write those two words! Since you want to die so badly, I'll grant your wish. Today, I'll kill you, then make your Dark Tribe leader come collect your corpse himself!"

As soon as he finished speaking, golden-silver energy gathered in Ximen Qing's palm once more. The light was so brilliant that it was impossible to look directly at, carrying world-destroying might as it blasted toward Moke's head. Ximen Qing did not hesitate in the slightest, nor did he show any mercy. When dealing with enemies, he always eradicated them completely and never left behind future trouble.

"No—! Don't kill me! I was wrong! I'll never dare again! I'm willing to submit to you! I'll tell you every secret of the Dark Tribe! Please spare my life, I beg you!" Moke fell completely into despair. His former vicious arrogance was gone, replaced by a face full of pleading and a trembling voice. To survive, he cast aside all his pride and chose submission.

"Submit?" Ximen Qing's eyes turned cold, but the energy in his palm did not stop. "You want to submit now? Too late! When you provoked me, why didn't you think of today? When you tried to kill me with that poison sting, why didn't you think there would be consequences? Today, you will die without question!"

BOOM—!!!

The golden-silver energy slammed into Moke's head. There was no suspense whatsoever. Moke's head was instantly swallowed by the energy, while his body was gradually annihilated within the golden-silver radiance. His miserable screams slowly faded, leaving only his vicious, unwilling laughter echoing through space for a long time. "Heh heh heh... Ximen Qing, even as a ghost, I won't let you go... The leader will avenge me... The Dark Tribe will level Earth..."

Moments later, Moke's body was completely reduced to ashes. Not even the slightest remnant or trace of aura remained. Even the poison within his body had been thoroughly swallowed and annihilated by Ximen Qing's golden-silver energy. A trusted subordinate of the Dark Tribe with a power level of 48,000 had been effortlessly crushed and killed by Ximen Qing, without ever having the chance to strike back.

Ximen Qing floated in space as the golden-silver aura around him gradually receded, his power level of 45,000 slowly settling. Yet his gaze remained sharp, and an arrogant smile hung on his lips. His voice boomed like thunder through the entire universe, both mocking Moke and warning the Dark Tribe. "Dark Tribe scum, this is the price for spying on Earth and challenging me! Go back and tell your leader that if he wants the Royal Bloodline fragment or wants revenge on me, he can come whenever he likes! I, Ximen Qing, will be waiting! But let me warn you—if you dare send this kind of trash to die again, I will personally lead every faction that has submitted to me and level your Dark Tribe, ensuring you never rise again!"

His voice carried an overwhelming dominance and unquestionable authority, echoing throughout the universe for a long time and intimidating every faction within it. Especially those factions hidden at the edge of the cosmos—upon hearing his words, they all trembled in fear and no longer dared entertain the slightest thought of coveting the Royal Bloodline fragment or provoking Ximen Qing.

At the same time, beyond Earth's atmosphere, the leaders of all the subjugated factions watched Ximen Qing effortlessly kill Moke and became completely convinced. They dropped to one knee once again and shouted in unison, "My lord is mighty! Long live my lord! We are willing to follow my lord forever and never betray him!"

Their voices were more respectful and devout than before, with not a trace of doubt remaining in their hearts. They knew clearly that the man they followed was a true powerhouse, a ruler of the universe capable of crushing all opposition and protecting them. Only by following Ximen Qing could their tribes survive and prosper in this brutal universe.

Nappa stood nearby, his face filled with awe and admiration. He silently sighed to himself, Lord Ximen Qing's strength truly is unfathomable. Moke, with a power level of 48,000, was killed so easily by my lord. The Saiyans made the right choice by submitting. Following my lord, we'll surely restore the Saiyan race's glory!

Grandpa Gohan hovered in the air, his face full of pride and relief. Looking at Ximen Qing's figure, he quietly sighed to himself, Ximen Qing has truly grown stronger and stronger. He has become a ruler capable of standing on his own, protecting Earth, and commanding the universe. From now on, no one will dare bully us so easily, and no one will dare covet Earth so easily again.

Ximen Qing flashed back beyond Earth's atmosphere in an instant. Hovering in midair, he looked down at the leaders of the subjugated factions before him. His gaze was sharp, and though his tone was calm, it carried unquestionable authority. "Rise. Moke's death today is only a warning. If any faction dares spy on Earth or challenge my authority again, no matter who they are or what faction they belong to, I will kill them without exception and level their tribe!"

"Yes! We obey your command, my lord!" all the leaders of the subjugated factions answered in unison, their voices respectful and without the slightest objection.

Ximen Qing nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze toward Nappa. His tone was calm. "Nappa, come here. Moke was the Dark Tribe leader's trusted subordinate. Since he dared spy on Earth, that means the Dark Tribe has already detected the aura of the Royal Bloodline fragment. It won't be long before they launch a large-scale attack. Tell me in detail about the Dark Tribe—their power distribution, their strongholds, and where they are located."

Nappa quickly stepped forward and dropped to one knee, answering respectfully, "Yes, my lord! I will report everything to you at once! The Dark Tribe is a powerful faction at the edge of the universe. Their leader is called the Dark King, and his power level exceeds 55,000. He is immensely strong, acts mysteriously and viciously, and has three trusted subordinates. Moke was one of them. The other two also have power levels above 45,000. He also commands several hundred Dark Warriors, all with power levels above 10,000. Their strength is extremely formidable..."

As Nappa reported, he told Ximen Qing everything he knew about the Dark Tribe without concealing anything. He knew this was an opportunity for the Saiyan race to demonstrate their loyalty and repay Ximen Qing's kindness. Only by helping Ximen Qing defeat the Dark Tribe could the Saiyans have a true future.

Ximen Qing listened carefully to Nappa's report, his expression gradually becoming grave. He had not expected the Dark Tribe to be so powerful. Their leader, the Dark King, had a power level above 55,000—stronger even than Frieza at his peak. It seemed the struggle over the Royal Bloodline fragment would be a hard battle.

Yet there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, an even fiercer fighting spirit ignited within them. An arrogant smile curled his lips. "Excellent! The Dark King, with a power level above 55,000? Now that's interesting! I thought that after killing Moke, there would be no opponent left to entertain me. I never expected such a powerful enemy to be waiting for me!"

He paused, his tone becoming increasingly resolute, his eyes sharp as blades. "Since the Dark Tribe wants to come and die, since they want to covet my Royal Bloodline fragment, then I'll grant their wish! Starting today, I'll prepare for them. When they launch their full-scale attack, I'll personally kill the Dark King, level the Dark Tribe, seize the other Royal Bloodline fragment, and let the entire universe know that I, Ximen Qing, am the true ruler of the universe—the strongest existence in all creation!"

An even greater crisis was already drawing near. The Dark Tribe's vengeance and the struggle for the Royal Bloodline fragments were about to officially begin. And Ximen Qing, the new ruler of the universe, was fully prepared. He would strike again, crush all who refused to submit, protect Earth, protect his honor, gather the Royal Bloodline fragments, unlock even greater power, and write his own cosmic legend!