Catalyst

The Four-Star Dragon Ball had once been the most precious keepsake Grandfather Son Gohan left to little Goku, carrying countless beautiful memories.

Now, the crack on the surface of that orange-red orb was widening at a visible rate, its edges even curling up with black fragments.

That crisp crack was like the report of a starting pistol.

Cracking sounds rang out in rapid succession.

Like a plague, the fractures swiftly spread from the Four-Star Dragon Ball to the other six Dragon Balls.

The once round, smooth crystals were now covered in hideous scars.

By then, Kami's Lookout plaza had already been completely shrouded in thick black mist.

"Whoosh—"

The sound of something cutting through the air rang out.

Tien Shinhan and Chiaotzu arrived right on time, landing steadily at the edge of the plaza.

The moment he landed, Tien Shinhan noticed the tall figure in a white hooded robe, holding a staff.

Piccolo?

This was meant to make up for Piccolo's Dragon God form. Honestly, I think Dragon God Zalama probably looked something like this too.

Tien Shinhan's pupils contracted slightly, all three of his eyes widening at once.

He could sense that although the green-skinned guy before him still looked like the familiar Piccolo, the oppressive aura of superiority emanating from him had already reached a level Tien Shinhan simply could not comprehend.

This was not a matter of the amount of ki, but of Life Level.

Merely looking at him made Tien Shinhan feel slightly short of breath, as though a boulder weighing several thousand pounds were pressing down on his chest.

Chiaotzu shrank back behind Tien Shinhan in fright, not even daring to look at Piccolo again.

Suppressing the shock in his heart, Tien Shinhan took several deep breaths and forced himself to look away from Piccolo.