"What?"
Zhu Qingling turned her head, blinked, and asked, "Heavenly God, did you stop me for something?"
"Yes."
The Heavenly God looked exceedingly kind and benevolent. He spoke gently:
"Could I trouble you to kill Piccolo?"
Piccolo's expression changed drastically. He looked at the Heavenly God in disbelief. "If you kill me, you'll die too!"
"You are the heir born from the collective embodiment of my evil thoughts, and you inherently represent evil."
"You came all this way to me because you developed evil intentions toward me. However, you were simply no match for Mr. Popo. If you could defeat us, what choice would you make?"
The Heavenly God's expression turned solemn, and his gaze at Piccolo grew somewhat cold.
"I don't know."
Piccolo instinctively took two steps back and said:
"I'm telling the truth. I haven't decided what to do yet."
"You haven't decided, yet you came to the Heavenly God's Temple?"
"Yes."
Piccolo exhaled deeply and glanced at Tang Bohu, Zhu Qingling, and the others before saying:
"If I were truly determined to kill you, I wouldn't have brought Krillin and Yamcha to the Heavenly God's Temple."
"Would I not know that Krillin and Yamcha are Zhu Qingling's friends?"
What do you mean?
"I also wanted to see clearly what was in my heart. If I truly stepped into evil, Zhu Qingling and the others would naturally deal with me when they arrived."
"If I didn't step into evil, that would prove I wasn't formed purely from your evil thoughts. I am myself, and I'm different from you."
"I'm a new life-form, a new individual. I have my own personality and my own views of good and evil. I'm different from my father, and even more different from you."
The louder Piccolo spoke, the louder his voice became.