The Universe Practices Survival of the Fittest, the Strong Respect the Strong

In the vast universe, countless races stood side by side. The Saiyans were not necessarily the strongest.

But in terms of immense potential and towering limits, whether in the Dragon Ball World or across the myriad heavens and worlds, the Saiyan race stood firmly at the pinnacle.

Super Saiyan One, Two, Three; Super Saiyan God; even Super Saiyan Four, Five, Six, Seven... This path had no end.

Barros did not know where that end lay. Goku and Vegeta, who had already reached the realm of gods in the latter stages of the original story, were equally lost.

But one thing could be said with certainty: the path of Super Saiyan that Barros walked would surely far exceed everyone's expectations.

With the emergence of the Super Saiyan, another storm of cultivation swept across the Divine Martial Battle Star.

In order to pry open that door, the central training grounds of the Divine Martial Battle Star were packed every day, so crowded that people could barely move.

At the same time, more and more Saiyans turned their eyes toward the three kinds of Neural Tree Fruit!

Stellar-grade Neural Tree Fruit—Barros had once taken out five of them as rewards.

But every Saiyan knew full well that unless they accomplished an earth-shaking feat or conquered ten star systems in one stroke, they would have no chance of laying a finger on them.

Of course, with the Divine Martial Battle Star's current strength, sweeping through star systems was as easy as turning over one's hand.

The difficult part was finding a star system inhabited by life, one that was also qualified to submit to the Divine Martial Battle Star.

Neither condition could be absent, and they still had to truly subdue the other side.

The universe followed the law of the jungle, where the strong were revered.

Yet there was no shortage of hard bones who would rather be destroyed than surrender—who would rather perish together than kneel and call another master.

Even more troublesome, some star systems might hide star-system-level experts comparable to the Divine Martial Battle Star. In the final battle, the result could very well be shattered planets and devastation for all living things.

Sometimes, an ordinary-looking planet concealed an unfathomable old monster lying dormant within.

These things gave the Saiyans endless headaches.

Thus, those five Stellar-grade Neural Tree Fruits still lay quietly where they were, untouched by anyone.

However, once Super Saiyans descended from legend into reality, those missions that had once terrified everyone instantly became highly sought-after prizes.

For elite Saiyans with power levels in the millions, improvement through bitter training had already become increasingly slow.

Their strength did indeed grow, but it was nowhere near as rapid or direct as the leap brought by a Stellar-grade Neural Tree Fruit.

On the very day Super Saiyans ceased to be a secret, five elite squads composed of top-tier Saiyans all volunteered at once and departed the planet for battle.

For the sake of becoming Super Saiyans, they did not hesitate to kick aside every obstacle standing between them and the fruits.

Other Saiyan squads also volunteered one after another, leaving the Divine Martial Battle Star in droves.

They no longer dared to covet the Stellar-grade Neural Tree Fruits, but Planet-grade and even ordinary Planet-grade Neural Tree Fruits still made them salivate!

Just as the entire Divine Martial Battle Star was in unrest, and countless Saiyans were immersed in their fervent longing for the realm of Super Saiyans, Barros received two pieces of news in succession that shook the entire planet.

The first: Kamosi and the others had finally pinpointed Namek's location.

The second: the cosmic scientists Barros had entrusted, led by Kamosi, had used the spatial principles of Universal Capsules as a foundation to develop storage rings, storage bags, storage bracelets, and storage belts—this project had already begun to show results.

Barros had expected the first matter long ago, so it did not surprise him much.

Even if Kamosi and the others had failed to find Namek for a long time, he could have simply used Earth's Shenron to make a wish and locate it directly.

But the second matter...

Back then, Barros had found Universal Capsules convenient to carry but extremely inconvenient when retrieving items from them, their operation cumbersome enough to make one frown.

So he had specially gathered more than a hundred Universal Capsules on Earth and handed them over to Kamosi's team for research. Their goal was to reproduce the mythical item he had heard of before his transmigration—something like a storage ring, allowing items to be stored and retrieved freely at the slightest thought.

He had never expected that after only a little over a year, Kamosi and the others had truly succeeded.

Though it had not yet reached perfection, it was already almost identical to the storage rings in his memories.

Within the imperial hall, Barros was idly turning over the newly calibrated storage bracelet on his wrist with great interest.

A Saiyan with a deathly pale face rushed into the hall in hurried steps.

The instant he entered, he dropped to one knee, his voice tight. "Great Emperor! Urgent news from the northern region of North Galaxy—Lord Bardock's entire squad has been wiped out, and Bardock himself is missing!"

"What?!" Barros's gaze turned icy. With a flash, he appeared before the man and looked down at him.

"Lord Bardock's squad was passing through the northern region of North Galaxy on their return journey when they were suddenly besieged by an overwhelmingly powerful force." The Saiyan's voice was dry, cold sweat soaking his temples. Under Barros's stare, even his breathing seemed frozen, his thoughts slowing like congealed gel.

"The northern region of North Galaxy? An overwhelmingly powerful force? Frieza? King Cold? Or..." The chill in Barros's eyes deepened as he coldly pressed, "Have Kamosi and the others determined which force it was?"

"R-Replying to the Great Emperor, it has not yet been confirmed!" The messenger trembled all over before hurriedly adding, "But Lord Kamosi believes it is highly likely to be Frieza's main fleet, or... King Cold's expeditionary army!"

"Still no conclusion?" Barros murmured. A bone-piercing killing intent suddenly erupted from his body, and he waved his sleeve to dismiss the man.

"Bardock's power level has already reached 3.5 million, and every member of his squad surpassed one million. Under Frieza, there isn't even half a legion capable of facing them head-on—then that means..." He slowly paced away. His figure swayed slightly, and he was already seated upon the imperial throne that symbolized the Saiyans' supreme authority.

"King Cold!!"

Within the grand imperial hall, only that low shout remained, cold as frost and steeped in biting killing intent.

Divine Martial Battle Star was flourishing, with top-tier warriors emerging one after another.

Yet Bardock's squad remained the strongest combat unit acknowledged across the entire planet.

Their sudden annihilation sent Barros into a thunderous rage, his killing intent surging like a tidal wave.

Only he himself knew how much effort and resources it had taken to forge a galaxy-level Saiyan team in which every member possessed a battle power of one million.

More importantly, nearly every member of Bardock's squad stood at the threshold of becoming a Super Saiyan—

With only a few more years of refinement and a single opportunity, they could have all transformed, helping him sweep through the star fields.

Who could have imagined that ten years of painstaking effort would turn to ashes overnight?

Divine Martial Battle Star.

News of Bardock's squad being wiped out and Bardock himself going missing swept across the planet like a gale.

In mere moments, nearly every Saiyan had learned of it.

Whether low-class, mid-class, high-class, or elite Saiyans, all were filled with rage upon hearing the news.

Several elite squads led by top fighters such as Jiyande and Meisu immediately assembled and rushed toward the imperial hall.

Ambushing Bardock and his men was equivalent to slapping Divine Martial Battle Star across the face.

And with Bardock's fate unknown, the anger of those comrades who had fought bloody battles beside them—and had even had their lives saved by them more than once—soared into the heavens.

In the blink of an eye, the five strongest Saiyan teams on the planet aside from Bardock's squad—those led by Jiyande, Kaluo, Meisu, and the others—had all landed outside the imperial hall.

They stood solemnly, having come only to request deployment.

Yet at that moment, an even more unexpected figure stepped into the imperial hall plaza.

"Broly, have you come to request deployment as well?" Before Barros had even finished speaking, he had already appeared before Broly, Jiyande, and the others.

"Your Majesty." The group answered in unison, their response respectful and disciplined.

Barros swept his gaze over everyone before finally stopping on Broly's sharply defined, imposing face.

Their eyes met. Broly's expression remained calm as he merely nodded coldly. "Yes. Broly requests permission to deploy."

"Why?" Barros stared directly into his eyes and pressed in a deep voice.

Jiyande, Meisu, and the others also turned to look at him, their eyes full of confusion.

Broly stared at Barros for a long while. Indifference first filled the depths of his pupils, then a trace of respect flickered through them before they finally sank into frostbound killing intent. "Slaughtering Bardock's squad is a declaration of war against Your Majesty. No matter who did it, anyone who offends Your Majesty's authority or threatens Divine Martial Battle Star's safety—must be executed!"

He and Bardock had indeed fought before (in that sparring match, Broly had won overwhelmingly), But although he showed no concern for Bardock's fate on the surface, a smothered rage churned in his heart.

More importantly—

Anyone who dared challenge Barros's authority or trample upon Divine Martial Battle Star's dignity was, in Broly's eyes, already sentenced to death.

No matter who it was, provoking Barros meant only one path: death.

This was his wholehearted loyalty to Barros, as well as the gratitude he had engraved in his heart.

Divine Martial Battle Star might not possess Earth's warmth, its lively laughter, and its everyday bustle.

But here, there was the brotherhood of men with iron in their bones—unspoken concern carved deep into their very souls.

Broly never spoke of such feelings, yet in his heart, he had long regarded them as his hardest armor and hottest flame.

So, when he heard that Bardock's squad had been completely wiped out and that Bardock himself was missing, his life and death unknown—

He set out!

Barros quietly watched the icy gleam and suppressed fury roiling in Broly's eyes, then nodded slightly.

Over time, even after transforming, Broly still could not fully conceal that berserk urge to tear apart the heavens and destroy everything; yet compared to the mad beast he had been when they first met, one who knew only how to swing his fists and smash everything to pieces, he now possessed a fiercer patience and the restraint to keep things buried.

After staring at Broly for a moment, Barros spoke coldly. "North Galaxy, northern star region—I will not permit a single living being with a battle power exceeding five million to remain."

"As you command, Your Majesty!" Broly gave a heavy nod. Frosty killing intent covered his face, yet a grim smile tugged at his lips. "I'll sweep that place clean. Not even a speck of dust will remain."

As his words fell, Barros, Jiyande, and the others all broke into faint smiles.

With Broly's heaven-destroying power, coupled with the overwhelming might of his Super Saiyan form, those resolute words were tantamount to stamping a death warrant in advance upon every powerful fighter in the northern part of North Galaxy.

"I believe you." At last, a slight curve appeared on Barros's stern face. His gaze then shifted toward Jiyande and the others—their eyes gleamed with eagerness, yet they restrained themselves from speaking.

Since Broly had already claimed North Galaxy, Barros naturally would not leave this group idle.

"Jiyande, Meisu, Kaluo—East Galaxy has dragged on for too long. Order the low-class and mid-class Saiyans to depart at once. Take it within half a year, no matter what!"