"I choose option one!"
Despite the shock in his heart, Zeru made his decision without hesitation.
"Friend, co with to the center of Planet Sadala! The Frost Demon clan has launched an invasion—this is very bad news!"
Nash's expression changed repeatedly before he turned and sprinted off.
Zeru glanced at the sky, then quickly followed behind him.
Not long after, the two arrived at a Saiyan settlent. Along the way, many Saiyans looked at Zeru with puzzled expressions.
"Everyone! The Frost Demon clan is attacking! Prepare for battle imdiately!"
Nash shouted loudly.
"What?!"
"The Frost Demon clan is attacking?! Haven't they always avoided Planet Sadala? Why does this feel intentional?!"
"Damn it! In the past, we always kept our heads down when encountering them, but now they're invading directly?!"
"Sothing's wrong! Why would they choose this timing? Could it be… there's a traitor in our clan?! Did soone leak the news of the king's death?!"
Chaos erupted instantly.
Zeru observed the panic among the Saiyans, his brows slightly furrowing.
Logically speaking, many of these Saiyans had battle powers in the hundreds of billions, yet they were clearly terrified of the Frost Demon clan.
"Let see just how strong the ancient Frost Demon clan really is…"
Zeru's his gaze sharpened.
Soon, he followed Nash into a fortress at the center of the settlent.
"Lord Nash!"
Along the way, Saiyans respectfully greeted him, indicating that while Nash might not be the strongest, his status on Planet Sadala was quite high.
Before long, they reached the central hall.
"Nash."
An elderly Saiyan sat at the highest seat. His face was full of wrinkles, eyes half-closed, but his aura far surpassed that of ordinary Saiyans.
Dor: Ancient Saiyan, bloodline, battle power—100 trillion.
"Not bad…"
Zeru raised a brow slightly.
In this ancient era, transformations didn't exist, nor did systematic training thods. For this old man to reach such a level purely through bloodline growth—it was actually quite impressive.
"Great Elder, the Frost Demon clan has arrived on Planet Sadala!"
Nash stepped forward respectfully and reported in a serious tone, "I suspect news of my father's death has been leaked. Otherwise, why would they invade at this ti?!"
The Great Elder slowly opened his eyes, first glancing at Nash, then fixing his gaze on Zeru. His white brows tightened slightly as a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
"With my perception, I can tell you are also a Saiyan," Dor said slowly. "But you are not from Planet Sadala… Could it be that there are still wandering Saiyans elsewhere in the universe?"
"My na is Zeru."
Zeru spoke calmly, "Greetings, Great Elder of Planet Sadala."
Dor nodded slightly.
"You are not one of our Saiyans. There is no need for you to fight alongside us. Nash, prepare a spacecraft and send this guest away from Planet Sadala as soon as possible."
"…Understood."
Nash hesitated briefly, then nodded before turning to Zeru.
"Brother Zeru, co with ."
"Heh."
Zeru glanced at Dor again and smiled faintly.
"You old man… you're quite sharp. You know how to talk."
"I don't understand what you an."
Dor smiled calmly.
"Enough. I'll deal with this disaster for you."
Zeru said indifferently, "But… I hope the legend won't carry my na. Understand?"
"…Understood."
Dor nodded, but suddenly his expression changed. He stared at Zeru in shock.
"Could it be… you are the Saiyan destined to save Planet Sadala… Yamoshi?!"
"If Yamoshi only exists in legend…"
Zeru paused, his expression turning complicated.
"…then I suppose I am Yamoshi."
A strange mix of emotions surged within him—confusion, realization, and faint disbelief.
So in the end—
He himself was the legendary ancestor of all Saiyans.
About five minutes later.
Outside the Saiyan settlent.
Zeru and Nash stood with the others, looking up at the sky.
A small figure descended slowly, surrounded by a large group.
He was short, with a familiar appearance—almost identical to Frieza.
"Oh ho ho ho! Nash, long ti no see!"
The leader of the Frost Demon clan landed on the ground, smiling as he greeted Nash.
Hearing that voice, Zeru's mouth twitched slightly.
It was exactly the sa as Frieza's.
No difference at all.
"In another life, I'd say they shared the sa voice actor…"
Zeru muttered internally before shaking his head and focusing.
Korold: Ancestor of the Frost Demon clan, battle power—1,000 trillion.
"…Only 1,000 trillion?"
Zeru couldn't help but twitch.
Honestly, he had expected ancient beings to be powerful.
But this…
This was weaker than he imagined.
Still, after thinking about it, it made sense.
In this era, there were no transformation systems or advanced training thods—everything relied purely on bloodline potential.
Reaching this level…
Was already considered impressive.
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