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Today, the lower-class Saiyans on the Divine Martial Battle Star generally possessed combat powers exceeding one hundred thousand, while mid-class Saiyans fluctuated between three hundred thousand and five hundred thousand. With them joining forces to sweep through those weak star systems, half a year...

For the East Galaxy, more than half of the territory had been reclaimed; for Jiyande and his team, this was not an unreachable goal.

Without a hint of hesitation, Jiyande and the others knelt on one knee in unison, their voices like iron: "Yes! We shall not fail the Great Emperor's trust!"

"Go." Barros waved his hand.

The group exchanged glances, turned, and soared into the air, transforming into several streams of light that pierced the firmament.

Just as Broly was about to take flight, Barros suddenly called out to him: "Broly!"

"Hm? Great Emperor!" Broly paused, looked back, and a trace of confusion appeared in his brow.

"Take this." Barros flicked his sleeve, and a small cloth bag embroidered with cloud patterns landed steadily in Broly's palm—it contained ten Senzu Beans.

"Senzu Bean." Broly did not decline and tucked it directly into his robes.

He knew clearly: this was a life-saving item Barros had prepared specifically in case he slipped up.

Even though he was arrogant to the point that—looking across the North Galaxy, or even the entire universe, no one other than Barros could survive three moves under his hand, making the Senzu Bean almost redundant—

He still accepted it.

Because that small cloth bag contained not just a Senzu Bean capable of bringing one back from the brink of death, but a heavy burden of trust.

A ripple flashed in his eyes. Broly didn't offer thanks; he simply nodded at Barros and turned to leave.

Barros watched his retreating figure and spoke again, his voice low yet clear: "If you truly encounter danger, activate the Legendary Super Saiyan Mode immediately—I will come to retrieve you myself."

Broly, who was about to take off, trembled slightly. He didn't look back, merely lifted his chin slightly, then transformed into a scorching white rainbow that tore through the sky and vanished into the distance in the blink of an eye.

Barros stood where he was, watching the light fade away. Wisdom and coldness intertwined in his eyes, flickering uncertainly.

The Bardock Squad being ambushed on their way back, and the location happening to be in the northern part of the North Galaxy—this was completely beyond Barros's expectations.

Yet the more he thought about it, the heavier the clouds of suspicion in his heart grew, and a trace of hidden worry refused to dissipate.

The strength of the Bardock Squad was beyond doubt. Even if a galactic-level hegemon arrived in person, they might not be able to surround and kill them; on the contrary, they might be bitten back and left bleeding on the spot.

To annihilate the entire squad, the opponent had to be a top-tier galactic powerhouse with a combat power of at least ten million.

As an old-school giant of the Frieza Race, whether King Cold had such a figure under his command, Barros was not entirely certain.

But he was very sure of one thing:

Bardock had long since met the conditions for the Super Saiyan transformation.

The destruction of his squad would surely drive him into a mad frenzy, making it highly likely that he would break through his limits—once successful, his combat power would completely surpass the ten-million mark, far beyond what an ordinary galactic hegemon could rival.

With such power, if he were still pushed to a state of life-or-death uncertainty, with no trace left...

Unless King Cold acted personally.

But was a mere Saiyan squad truly worth King Cold stooping to go in person, or even taking action himself?

Or, from the very beginning, were Bardock and his team not the target—

But merely bait, pawns, a fishhook meant to lure Barros out?

He couldn't guess it, couldn't sort it out; it was full of flaws, yet everywhere it was unsolvable.

But Broly was different.

He possessed absolute strength, had the Senzu Beans as a safety net, and even more, that resonant promise.

Barros was certain: even if King Cold set a heaven-and-earth net, the only thing he would end up biting was his own blood.

A Super Saiyan against the supreme king of the Frieza Race?

Barros curled his lips, a mocking and playful cold smile flashing across them—

Hopefully, this time, King Cold wouldn't be stupid enough to actually force Broly into a Legendary Super Saiyan rampage, otherwise...

The real show would only just be beginning.

Not long after, a silver-gray warship quietly left the port, broke through the atmosphere of the Divine Martial Battle Star, and headed straight for the northern part of the North Galaxy.

Not long after Broly left, Barros, who was preparing to set off for Planet Namek, stood silently in the hall for a long time.

Suddenly, he pressed two fingers together against his brow, closed his eyes, and focused, beginning to trace the lingering aura of Bardock and his squad.

Since he already had the coordinates for Planet Namek, there was no need to rush the journey.

At this moment, he was more anxious to confirm Bardock's life or death.

But after searching for the aura for a long time, his fingertips trembled and his brows locked tight—

In the end, he found nothing.

With a shift of his mind, scorching golden flames suddenly erupted around Barros. His hair instantly turned a dazzling golden color, and his pupils shifted to a clear emerald green.

Having switched back to his Super Saiyan form, Barros tapped his brow with two fingers again, focusing to sense Bardock's aura once more.

This time, he locked onto the target almost instantly.

His mouth relaxed, and he let out a low laugh. In those eyes, which should have been as cold as ice in the Super Saiyan state, a flash of irrepressible brilliance suddenly darted across—

It was not ordinary joy, but a shock and ecstasy that could not be suppressed.

Ripples like waves appeared in the void at the center of the Imperial Hall, and Barros's figure dissipated without a trace.

North Galaxy, northern star sector.

A pale blue, life-bearing planet floated quietly.

Barros flashed into existence out of thin air. As soon as his toes touched the ground, his gaze swept across his surroundings.

A trace of surprise rose in his eyes—

This planet was shockingly similar to Earth in the Dragon Ball World.

He shook his head gently, his lips curled upward, and his figure flashed, vanishing into the air once more.

The next instant, he was standing steadily in front of Bardock.

"Gr... Great Emperor? Why are you here!" Bardock looked up abruptly, his face full of astonishment.

But before he could finish, his entire body stiffened, his mouth slowly opening, unable to close again.

"Gr... Great Emperor! You... you have also become a Legendary Super Saiyan?!" He pointed at Barros's glowing golden hair, staring fixedly at the other's current appearance, his eyes wide and filled with disbelief.

Super Saiyan!!

That ancient rumor he had once thought was purely a fantasy;

That taboo name that made Frieza treat it like a great enemy, going so far as to wash Planet Vegeta in blood and slaughter all the Saiyans.

But now, this legend was no longer ethereal—

Not only was there a living Super Saiyan standing before him, but he himself...

Had also truly stepped into this realm.

Seeing Bardock stunned into silence, Barros nodded slightly, the golden flames around his body quietly receding as he exited the Super Saiyan form.

"I am not that Legendary Super Saiyan," he said in a calm tone, yet every word was clear. "Super Saiyans are divided into two categories: the ordinary form and the legendary form. The ordinary ones have golden hair and emerald eyes; as long as a Saiyan's combat power meets the standard, they can awaken. But the 'legend' you have heard of is completely different."

Without waiting for Bardock to speak, he continued: "The Legendary Super Saiyan appears only once every thousand years. This is an innate talent, born with it. Ordinary Saiyans cannot reach it, no matter how hard they try throughout their lives."

Innate versus acquired, origin versus advancement—the two were distinct and must never be confused.

Bardock was stunned, nodded hesitantly, appearing to understand yet not quite.

Barros's gaze darkened as it fell upon Bardock's scarred body, his expression turning cold: "Who did this? Where is your squad? Why are you here alone?"

Bardock trembled all over, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white, his eyes surging with heart-wrenching pain and bone-deep hatred!

A moment later, he took a deep breath and began to speak slowly, recounting the ambush—

According to him, the squad was passing through the northern star sector of the North Galaxy on their return journey...

Before they could even figure out the situation, the attack had descended.

At first, it was just a few galactic powerhouses with combat powers in the millions. Bardock and his team didn't pay much attention, assuming it would be an easy victory.

Who would have thought that just after defeating the first enemy, an overwhelmingly terrifying presence would suddenly appear.

That person was so suffocatingly strong that Bardock and the others couldn't even form a thought of resistance.

What was even more heart-stopping was—he looked exactly like Frieza.

Hearing this, Barros's eyes flashed, and a name already surfaced in his heart.

Knowing they were no match, Bardock still fiercely engaged, using his own severe injuries as the price to entangle the person and buy time for his teammates to catch their breath—

They took the opportunity to complete their Great Ape transformation!

Unfortunately, facing that opponent who looked so much like Frieza, even with the entire team transformed into Great Apes and their combat power surging to the ten-million level, they still had no power to parry and were slaughtered one by one.

Watching his comrades and brothers fall one by one before his eyes, he was helpless, able only to watch as they bled across the sky.

Regret was like a knife, carving into his heart; rage surged to the heavens, burning away his reason—

At that very moment, Bardock had completely erupted!

Or rather, in his extreme rage, he had truly awakened... the power of a Super Saiyan!!

Super Saiyan.

In his fury, Bardock hadn't realized at first that he had transformed.

He only felt power surging endlessly within his body, and his anger, instead of diminishing, had settled into a bone-chilling murderous intent.

He was still bewildered when Cooler, standing opposite him, suddenly stiffened and exclaimed—"Super Saiyan!"

Comparing the two and feeling the majestic power surging within him, Bardock finally realized that he had likely, truly stepped into that once-in-a-millennium legendary realm.

This power did not fail him—in his new form, he was as fast as lightning and drove Cooler back within a few moves.

However, a sudden change occurred.

That enemy who looked like Frieza actually evolved on the spot, his combat power skyrocketing, suppressing him in one fell swoop!

Hearing this, Barros no longer needed to deduce—

With an appearance like Frieza and the ability to undergo multiple transformations, this person's identity was already clear:

Frieza's brother, Cooler.

He looked at the thick, indelible gloom in Bardock's eyes, a sharp light flickering deep within his own pupils.

Bardock looked dazed, slowly raising his eyes to silently gaze at Barros, remaining silent throughout.

Although he didn't speak, Barros had already discerned his heart—

What he wanted to ask was exactly that:

"Why... even after I became a Super Saiyan, I still couldn't win against the transformed Cooler?"

"Great Emperor, do you know his background?" Bardock started, then clenched his fists, his voice low: "I clearly reached the strongest Super Saiyan form, why was I still unable to suppress him?"

His eyes were burning, rage surging, mixed with unbelievable confusion.

Who would have thought that Barros would not respond immediately, but instead casually tossed over a Senzu Bean, his tone indifferent: "Swallow it first. Once your injuries are healed, transform again—the answer will naturally emerge."