Divine Martial Battle Star, Divine Martial Great Emperor

"Hahaha! Invaders these days really have guts, huh? They sent a little brat who hasn't even lost all his baby teeth to die?"

"Hey! Has that little prince up in the sky had his diapers changed yet?"

"Faduoluo, that question's too crude! Look at his delicate skin—he's probably still nursing!"

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Mocking laughter rose and fell, their contempt entirely undisguised. To them, Barros, whose face had turned livid and whose killing intent filled the air, was nothing more than an ant that could jump a little higher than the rest.

In their eyes, this batch of invaders was absurdly weaker than those of previous years—

No, that wasn't right.

They were utterly worthless, so weak there wasn't even any suspense.

As they laughed themselves silly, a burly man with a sharp horn growing from his forehead somehow produced a combat power scanner and strapped it over his left eye.

Beep—beep—beep!

"Hahaha, this is killing me! Just 5,800 points? What blind cosmic force sent such an unhatched little brat here to die?" The local wearing an old-fashioned scouter stared at Barros, his face full of ridicule.

The moment he finished speaking, a curvaceous woman beside him immediately covered her chest with both hands and trembled theatrically. "5,800 points~ How terrifying~ My legs are going weak~"

Yet everyone could see that there was not the slightest trace of fear in her eyes—only naked contempt.

At that moment, one of the three leaders barked coldly, "Enough! This child's combat power may not be high, but open your eyes and look—how old is he? What right do you have to laugh at him?"

The moment those words fell, everyone fell silent.

Only then did they suddenly realize: yes, this boy's combat power was indeed lower than theirs.

But... how old was he?

He had yet to come of age, yet he already had 5,800 points. What would happen once he truly matured?

At that thought, everyone who had just insulted Barros tightly shut their mouths.

But in the next instant, not only the lackeys, but even the three powerful leaders fixed their eyes on Barros, their gazes as cold and sinister as blades—

This child's potential was too terrifying. He could not be allowed to live! They had to uproot him completely today!

The instant that thought arose, two local experts with combat power exceeding ten thousand gave the three leaders slight nods before shooting forward, charging straight at Barros!

Bang! Bang!

Barros did not move an inch. He took both punches head-on, and not even the hem of his clothes trembled.

Instead, the two men felt as though their fists had struck ten-thousand-year black iron. Their finger bones shook violently, and piercing pain shot through them.

He raised his eyes and swept his gaze over them, his expression indifferent.

Then he lightly swung out both palms—

Boom! Boom!

The two experts with combat power over ten thousand exploded on the spot into a rain of blood.

"Simingsi! Mustard Demon!!" the people on the ground cried out in unison.

Before their cries had faded, all the locals had already risen into the air in tacit coordination, forming a ring around Barros and locking him firmly in the center.

Crack... crack!

Barros tilted his neck, the corner of his mouth lifting into a grim, chilling sneer.

Perhaps that smile was too glaring, or perhaps the gruesome deaths of their two companions had enraged them. A warrior covered head to toe in dark cyan-black scales roared, "You little bastard, I'm going to—"

"Bang!"

Before he could utter the last word, a ki blast struck him head-on and instantly vaporized him. A dazzling burst of fire exploded in the sky several kilometers away, leaving not even a corpse behind.

Yet Barros acted as though he could not see the savage gazes around him, each one wishing to devour him alive. He merely sneered, his voice cold as an icy blade:

"The road to the underworld is long. If you travel together, at least you won't be lonely."

Before his words had even faded, the aura he had long restrained suddenly erupted—violent, tyrannical, and utterly without warning!

The people surrounding him did not even have time to react before they were forcibly blasted away!

As they tumbled through the air, their minds instead cleared:

"Oh no, he's been hiding his strength all along!"

"This... this pressure—he sent us flying with his aura alone?"

"My God... he's even stronger than Lord Komosa?!"

"How is that possible?!"

"Who... who exactly is this child?"

Before the panicked discussion could spread, Barros had already grown too lazy to listen to another word of nonsense.

His gaze swept across them, and his hands moved like lightning as he flung out dozens of ki blasts in rapid succession.

Streaks of light crisscrossed the sky, but they were lights of death.

While those people were still flying backward, the ki blasts already pursued them like shadows, catching up to their sides—

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Explosions thundered endlessly through the sky, like death knells rung by the Grim Reaper.

With Barros's current strength, who could possibly survive beneath those energy blasts?

One native after another was blasted to pieces. Bloody mist spread for dozens of miles, and the entire world seemed soaked beneath a crimson curtain of rain, filled with silent wails.

Barros raised an eyebrow slightly and looked several thousand meters away—

There, three figures hovered awkwardly in the air. Their auras were chaotic, yet they had luckily evaded the previous barrage. They were the three strongest people on this planet.

With a flicker, he crossed a thousand meters and appeared before two experts whose battle power exceeded fifty thousand.

"No—!!!"

Komosa, whose battle power was seventy thousand, let out a heart-rending roar as he saw Barros's fist coming toward him.

Unfortunately, a roar could not save his life, nor could it stop Barros.

Bang! Bang!

With two dull thuds, the two fifty-thousand-battle-power experts were reduced to dust by a single punch each before they could even scream or defend themselves. Two more energy waves followed, leaving not even ashes behind.

Barros glanced back, killing intent surging in the depths of his eyes, cold and hard as iron.

Since this planet was destined to become the Saiyans' new home, not a single alien could be allowed to remain alive—

Other than the Saiyans who had followed him here, no one else would be spared.

If weeds were not pulled out by the roots, they would grow again with the spring breeze.

His figure flashed once more, and he appeared less than two meters in front of Komosa.

"As the strongest being on this planet, I'll grant you a death worthy of your status."

He spread open his palm, and a blazing ball of golden light condensed within it, so bright it was impossible to keep one's eyes open.

Komosa's expression changed drastically—the golden light was like a snake flicking its tongue, piercing straight into his soul. A chill ran down his spine, and his limbs stiffened.

Barros could not be bothered to listen to his pleas.

The golden sphere flew from his hand and vanished in a flash, completely engulfing Komosa.

"W-Wait! No—!!!"

The desperate scream came to an abrupt end. Komosa, along with his status as overlord, was reduced to nothingness.

Only lingering traces of energy remained where he had stood. There was no longer the slightest sign that he had ever existed.

"Hmph."

Barros snorted coldly and spread his five fingers downward.

Golden light danced at his fingertips, flickering brightly and dimly, each strand wrapped in an overwhelming aura of death.

Suddenly, five points of golden light rose from his fingers and rapidly expanded in the wind—

In an instant, five violent energy waves tore through the air and blasted toward the petrified crowd below with the force of thunder.

"Run—!!!"

"Run! Scatter—!"

"You damned invader, don't think you'll get away with this!"

"Everyone, form up! Block those five energy-wave attacks!"

Panic and flight could not stop the energy waves from closing in. Even when dozens of natives with battle power above five thousand joined forces to resist, it was utterly futile.

Before Barros, whose battle power exceeded five hundred thousand, their resistance was like ants trying to shake a mountain or a mantis trying to stop a chariot. They could not delay the attacks for even an instant—the five energy waves finally crashed down!

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Piercing screams, dying wails, and furious roars intertwined beneath Barros's five energy-wave strikes, which descended like raging dragons emerging from the abyss, painting a scene straight out of hell.

Roughly ten minutes later, the smoke and dust gradually settled. Everywhere Barros's five attacks had reached, all the natives had been annihilated. Not a single survivor remained.

He lifted the scouter over his left eye and looked down at the scorched earth below, where life should never have existed.

Sure enough, the battle-power detector was utterly still, without a single reading flickering across it.

For hundreds of miles in every direction, all life had been extinguished. Not a single living creature remained.

Spinning around, Barros suddenly erupted with blazing energy and shot straight into the sky.

The natives of this planet possessed astonishing overall battle power, even slightly surpassing the Saiyans of Planet Vegeta.

To reduce casualties on his side, Barros had no choice but to personally act and focus on eliminating the high-risk targets whose battle power exceeded twenty thousand.

Just as the battle on Barros's side came to an end, the northern battlefield where Xuesaiya and Xuesaili had gone was also wrapping up at almost the same time.

With two super experts whose battle power exceeded one hundred thousand pressing down upon them together, the northern natives had not even managed to organize a proper counterattack before they were all killed by the two women.

In comparison, however, the western front led by Bardock was still locked in fierce battle!

Though Bardock alone held the field, the strongest among the other Saiyans who had accompanied him possessed only eighteen thousand battle power.

Surrounded by seven or eight natives with battle power of twenty thousand and dozens more above ten thousand, the ten elite Saiyans and fifty seasoned warriors could only grit their teeth and hold on as they retreated step by step.

If Bardock had not sensed the danger in time, unleashed his full strength to kill that white-robed elder with a power level exceeding thirty thousand, and repeatedly darted in to rescue them, the entire western expedition squad would have been wiped out long ago.

Even so, seven or eight veteran Saiyans lay seriously wounded, their power levels greatly diminished.

And this was already the full force the natives of this planet could muster.

A few minutes later, tens of thousands of Saiyans—including large numbers of veteran warriors—surged toward the western front like black clouds bearing down on the land. The outcome was decided.

The southern battle presented a different scene. Slokak, Jiyande, and Luoka, three elite Saiyans with power levels above twenty thousand, led their forces in a bitter struggle against the local natives. Neither side could gain the upper hand, and the stalemate held.

Only after Palanti cleared out the remaining enemies near the spacecraft and rushed south to reinforce them did the scales of battle begin to tip decisively.

Not long afterward, Xuesaili arrived during her inspection and struck with overwhelming force, killing several natives with power levels over twenty thousand and more than ten with power levels above ten thousand on the spot. The native forces instantly collapsed, and the Saiyans gained complete dominance.

Beacon fires blazed on every side, and war spread across the land.

Saiyans could be found all over the planet. Barros, Xuesaiya, Xuesaili, Bardock, Palanti, and the others constantly moved from place to place, eliminating one high-threat target after another.

The cleansing battle lasted a full five hours before it finally came to an end.

Before night fell upon that green planet, where a single sun and a single moon marked the cycle of day and night, Planet C9965, which had once intimidated more than a dozen surrounding star systems, became a name consigned to history forever.

As night descended, Barros, the Xuesaiya sisters, Palanti, Bardock, and the others had already returned to the spacecraft.

Meanwhile, several thousand intermediate Saiyans and fifty or sixty veteran warriors continued searching every corner of the planet, taking every precaution against any survivors slipping through the net.

The bleak night wind howled, carrying away the thick, pungent stench of blood as though offering a silent farewell to a once-arrogant and mighty race.

The starlight trembled faintly, as if it too sighed wordlessly for the glorious race that had vanished from this planet.

In the blink of an eye, a month passed.

The strange and bizarre buildings of the past had long since vanished, replaced by an ultramodern city identical to those on Planet Vegeta.

Skyscrapers rose from the ground, while powerful warriors flew across the skies on currents of energy.

With cutting-edge technology and the strength of countless formidable Saiyans, the reconstruction of the entire planet was declared complete in less than half a month.

Core factories producing power level scouters, spherical spacecraft, standard Saiyan combat suits, and other equipment had all begun operations.

At the very center of the planet stood a magnificent imperial palace.

That was right. One month had passed.

After all Saiyans had settled down, Kamosi, Bardock, and the others unanimously elevated Barros as their supreme ruler.

But Barros disliked the title "King," so he changed it to "Emperor."

Unaware of the planet's former name and having no intention of retaining it, Barros personally gave it a new one—Divine Martial Battle Star.

Divine Martial Battle Star. Divine Martial Emperor.

The title "Divine Martial" was not mere decoration. It was meant to guide the Saiyans toward cultivating independently and tempering their martial arts, transforming this planet into the strongest battle domain, where martial culture flourished and Super Saiyans stood everywhere.

Divine Martial Calendar, Year One, Month One, Day One.

Barros formally ascended as the first emperor in Saiyan history.

Divine Martial Emperor Barros—this name had been deeply branded into the very blood and bones of every Saiyan.

Divine Martial Calendar, Year One, Month One, Day Seventeen.

Barros confirmed that the internal cultivation techniques passed down in the Legend of the Condor Heroes World could indeed be practiced by Saiyans. Moreover, they could actively draw in the vast energy of the universe, temper their bodies, and grow stronger at an astonishing rate.

Afterward, he entered seclusion for seven days, stripping away useless elements from the original techniques, such as their complicated and redundant meridian routes, and retaining only the most essential method of absorbing and circulating the primal energy of heaven and earth—the energy present everywhere in the universe.

Though the methods through which different internal cultivation arts absorbed primal energy varied slightly, Barros mastered them all in only three days and condensed them into a new breathing technique that was more efficient and better suited to Saiyan physiology.

That day, Divine Martial Battle Star erupted in excitement. Every Saiyan stood frozen in place, speechless for a long while.

That day, they understood for the first time that growing stronger did not rely solely on desperately tempering their bodies. They could also sit in meditation, regulate their breathing, draw the energy of the universe into themselves, and soar to greater heights in a single leap.

That day, the breathing method Barros named the Divine Martial Battle Art spread across all of Divine Martial Battle Star through intelligent terminals.

That day was etched into the blood and bones of every Saiyan in later generations.

For it was on that day that the Divine Martial Emperor laid the foundation for them to sweep across the universe and suppress all realms.

Time flew by, and three years passed in the blink of an eye.

Ever since Barros created the Divine Martial Battle Art three years earlier, Divine Martial Battle Star had been completely swept up in a cultivation frenzy that engulfed the entire planet. Martial arts had never flourished more brilliantly.

Here, a single strike of the Shaolin Arhat Fist could collapse mountains that soared ten thousand zhang high;

Here, a Vajra Prajna Palm descending from the air could shatter a territory stretching a hundred li;

Here, the Five Tigers Gate-Severing Saber flashed like lightning, its might comparable to Frieza's Earth-Splitting Slash—one swing capable of cleaving open a thousand-zhang stretch of crust;

Here, everyone practiced martial arts, and martial arts were everywhere;

Here, the Saiyans' deeply hidden, terrifying talent was fully ignited and completely unleashed.

Three years later.

The ten-thousand-point power level once considered top-tier on Planet Vegeta had long fallen to the bottom ranks on Divine Martial Battle Star. Even Saiyan scholars focused solely on scientific research generally hovered around that level.

Over those three years, the iron cavalry of Divine Martial Battle Star had crushed through more than a dozen surrounding star systems, seizing vast resources to fuel their cultivation.

Three years—neither long nor short.

By now, the average combat power of the Saiyans across the planet had steadily surpassed thirty thousand. The elite had broken through fifty thousand, while not a single one of the strongest warriors on the planet had combat power below one hundred thousand.

Three years later, Xuesaiya's combat power had soared to three hundred seventy-nine thousand points, and she remained the strongest beneath Barros.

Xuesaili was no less impressive, her combat power reaching three hundred fifty-four thousand points.

Yet to both women's surprise, Bardock had remained stuck at the level he had been at three years ago—slightly weaker than Xuesaili, yet firmly stronger than Palanti, with a combat power of over two hundred sixty thousand.

Although Palanti still had not caught up to Bardock, her combat power had also surpassed one hundred thousand, placing her behind only Barros, Xuesaiya, Xuesaili, and Bardock.

Over the past three years, Divine Martial Battle Star had not blindly expanded its colonial planets.

Yet every life-bearing planet within the dozen or so surrounding star systems had already bowed in submission.

And Barros had finally come to understand the true weight of being the Saiyan Emperor, with fierce generals gathered beneath him like clouds and mighty heroes scattered like stars.

Condensing acupoints, painstakingly searching for star cores?