The aura surrounding Broly flowed into Senga's body through his palm.
Broly's muscles shrank at a visible rate, eventually returning to their original size.
After extracting a small portion of Broly's flesh and blood tissue, Senga began to absorb more, and soon turned Broly into a dried-up corpse.
Feeling the abundant energy within his body, Senga nodded in satisfaction, and then completely destroyed Broly to eliminate all traces.
Senga flew out of the crater. He first healed Goku and the others who were injured, and then spoke to Bulma.
"The matter is settled, let's go back."
Bulma nodded blankly, walked to Senga's side, and then the two of them disappeared from the spot.
After the two left, Vegeta suddenly lunged forward and then crawled like a caterpillar toward the crater where Broly had been.
When he got close to the edge of the pit and peered inside, he saw only the black humanoid mark left by Broly at the bottom of the pit.
Seeing this, he murmured,
"Super Saiyan just died like that?"
Vegeta had always regarded the Super Saiyan as his spiritual belief, but today, Senga had so easily erased that belief, which he found hard to accept.
Goku and Piccolo also arrived at the edge of the pit, silently looking down.
Although Broly's performance in the battle was somewhat lackluster, the aura he unleashed as a Super Saiyan truly shocked everyone present.
Based on today's experience, those present will probably be unable to sleep.
Senga had already brought Bulma back to the lab. He took out Broly's flesh and blood tissue, placed it on the lab table, and extracted his cells.
Through the computer screen, you can see the emerald green glow emanating from these cells.
Bulma exclaimed in amazement from the side.
"Such amazing vitality! Isn't he Saiyan like Vegeta? Why is there such a big difference between them?"
Senga smiled slightly and said,
"Some people are born to be chosen ones, while others are as mediocre as a blade of grass. You should be well aware of this, and your intelligence is also beyond the reach of ordinary people."
Senga was not deliberately flattering Bulma; he was speaking from the heart.
Who would have thought that a girl who was only sixteen years old would invent the Dragon Ball Radar? Keep in mind that most people at that age haven't even finished high school yet.
Furthermore, Bulma later built Time Machine, even in an era of material scarcity. Such an achievement would be incredibly impressive anywhere.
Bulma, however, was a little embarrassed by Senga's sudden praise, and she pretended not to care, saying...
"Oh dear, I'm nothing like that, haha~"
Senga shook his head, staring at her intently as he spoke.
"I'm not exaggerating, you truly are a genius among geniuses, I have no doubt about that."
After saying that, Senga turned to study the Broly cells on the table, leaving Bulma alone there in a daze.
Senga's words had deeply touched her. It wasn't like no one had ever praised her for this before, but Senga's words alone made her feel exceptionally satisfied.
She wondered why this was happening; was she feeling smug about receiving praise from the gods?
Bulma couldn't resist changing Senga's image to Piccolo's, and as a result, a layer of cold sweat appeared on her forehead.
While she was in a daze, Senga had already implanted Broly's cells into his chest. As soon as the cells entered his body, they were frantically devoured and transformed, and the power of Chuanchao's bloodline began to merge into his body.
The sudden crack in the lab floor startled Bulma, who was still in a daze. She exclaimed in surprise.
"What's wrong!? Senga??"
Senga's long, snow-white hair was now flowing freely, tinged with a faint emerald green light, just like Broly's back then.
A ring of emerald green flames emerged from Senga's body, but it wasn't the jet-like kind that Broly used; this flame burned like a fire.
The berserk aura of the Super Saiyans mingled with Senga's unique Divine Aura, achieving a strange balance.
A wide white robe appeared on Senga's body, and the two horns that were the hallmark of the Otsutsuki Clan grew from his head, with the golden Power God appearing behind him.
Senga's eyes have transformed into the Golden Rinnegan, and this is now his strongest form: the God of the Otsutsuki.
The pressure emanating from this small laboratory emanated from it, enveloping the entire Earth.
This kind of pressure was far beyond what Bulma, as an ordinary person, could withstand. Even though Senga tried her best to control it, Bulma still inevitably suffered severe injuries.
She coughed up a mouthful of blood and collapsed limply to the ground.
Senga wanted to save him, but he was currently unable to control the surging power within him. He hadn't expected Chuanchao's bloodline power to have reached such a level.
He closed his eyes, trying to calm the violent power within his body.
Gradually, his white robe split open in the middle, revealing his chest, and then began to tighten, eventually transforming the originally loose white robe into something resembling a tight-fitting trench coat.
He withdrew all his arrogance back into his body, and his two horns disappeared again. He slowly exhaled, and the suffocating pressure finally dissipated.
He disregarded the changes in his own body and hurriedly helped Bulma up from the ground, channeling a stream of Yang Release Chakra into her, which restored the color to her pale face.
Having recovered, Bulma patted her chest with lingering fear and said,
"This is terrifying, Senga. Is that what you're really like?"
"Yes, I'm really sorry, I was a bit too hasty and didn't expect the power to get out of control."
"Don't worry about it, I'm fine. By the way, you looked so majestic just now, that's what a god should look like! I should thank you for opening my eyes to such a sight!"
Bulma chuckled and poked Senga's chest with her finger. Senga breathed a sigh of relief when he saw her like that; he was really afraid that Bulma would be scared out of her wits, which would have been a huge mistake.
However, neither of them realized how ambiguous their posture was at that moment. Senga was half-squatting on the ground, while Bulma lay in his arms with a smile on her face.
An incredulous shout rang out from the laboratory doorway.
What are you two doing?!
The shout startled Bulma, who nearly tumbled off Senga's arms. She looked towards the lab door and saw Yamcha with a livid face.
For some reason, Bulma felt that the color on Yamcha's head was a bit strange...