"You're really asking for it. There's actually someone this powerful on this planet, and he even dared to wait for me here. How interesting. But the Spiritual Energy on this planet is incredibly dense. It would be an excellent place to cultivate seeds."
Without a word, the man planted a seed in the ground.
He paid no attention to Son Gohan, who lay before him, still alive and writhing in agony.
Son Gohan struggled on the ground, his eyes fixed on Sun Wukong. He felt that his grandson seemed to have changed, but on closer inspection, the energy emanating from this guy was very strange.
This guy couldn't be Sun Wukong, could he? Sun Wukong would never attack him. The bond of affection between them was extraordinarily strong. Son Goten, on the other hand, had matured too early and lacked that same attachment.
Still, Son Goten held Son Gohan in great respect and never looked down on him. He always did everything he could to make his grandfather's life better.
But that was another matter. The man before him had gravely wounded Son Gohan with a single blow. Excruciating pain coursed through his body, tormenting his nerves without pause until he could barely endure it.
The pain was far worse than anything he had ever experienced. Son Gohan lay there, suffering. After some time, a strange change appeared before his eyes: a sprout burst from the once-flat ground and began growing at an incredible speed. At the same time, many things nearby withered away, losing all signs and colors of life.
Earth was enduring an utterly terrifying ordeal, while an equally brutal battle was unfolding on the Dark Planet.
Sun Wukong and Piccolo were fighting Karik II. The others could barely handle the Demon Warriors, whose power had been enhanced,