That tradition had produced this generation's Frieza, who surpassed King Cold when he reached his third transformation and unleashed one hundred percent of his power.
For them, that meant becoming even stronger.
Unfortunately, the mutated Frieza Clan was a rare and powerful race even scarcer than Super Saiyans in the universe. Fearing that sexual reproduction would dilute their mutant bloodline, they had closed themselves off and reproduced asexually.
Otherwise, if he had many descendants, not only would the vast starfields under West Kai's jurisdiction belong to the Frieza Clan—probably the entire Seventh Universe would be theirs.
Sure enough, fearing something too much would always create a weakness for oneself.
As Uchiha Hikaru observed the Frieza Clan, the ordinary members guarding the planet all gathered around him, forming a circle with him trapped in the middle.
They seemed afraid that Uchiha Hikaru would escape.
Have some backbone. You're the Frieza Clan, for crying out loud. Is this how you treat an enemy?
Uchiha Hikaru could not help recalling Frieza's appearance when he emerged—lazily reclining in his chair, raising a hand to command the world with immense authority.
"So this is how the Frieza Clan fights? Come on, all of you together. This invader wants to see exactly what gives you the right to be called the imperial race of the Seventh Universe!"
The instant those words left his mouth, every Frieza was enraged. What a joke! No one in this universe had ever dared to insult their race like that!
"Die!"
The ten Friezas let out savage roars as they continuously darted through the air, their bodies leaving afterimages as they charged at Uchiha Hikaru.
The Haier Clan watching the battle from underground felt their hearts sink into an abyss.
Frieza was such a distant existence that they could only look