Kami's Lookout Square center.
Six-Star Dragon sat cross-legged, her hands tightly clenched into fists, her nails almost digging into the flesh of her palms.
Fear of the unknown made her breathing quicken.
Yamcha squatted next to her and put a hand on her shoulder.
The warm air flow brought by Eternal Energy Reactor's operation flowed continuously into her body along the palm of her hand, trying to help her relieve her tension.
"Don't be afraid, just scream out if it hurts, no one will laugh at you." Yamcha comforted softly.
Six-Star Dragon bit his lip and said nothing.
Piccolo stood three meters away, the white cloak on his body automatic in the wind.
The golden vertical eye lines between his eyebrows began to emit a divine light.
As a being who has been promoted to the junior Dragon God, Piccolo's understanding of Dragon Balls has surpassed any Namek Grand Elder in the past.
"I'm going to start." Piccolo's voice was steady and thick, like an ancient bell ringing.
Beside him, Krillin had his hands behind his back and his eyes were calm.
He moved slightly in his heart, and the power of Martial Dao True God of one hundred and fifty dimensions came quietly.
This power was like a thin film, penetrating Six-Star Dragon's body and directly wrapping her soul core.
Six-Star Dragon shivered suddenly.
She felt an indescribable sense of security surrounding herself.
That power is ancient, vast, and even has a sense of chaos from the beginning of the universe.
Under the protection of this power, she felt that even if her body was blown to ashes, her soul would be safe.
"What a terrifying control..."
Piccolo glanced at Krillin out of the corner of his eye.
Being at the same level as a god, he could vaguely sense how incredible Krillin's move just now was.
Shrinking divine power to the point where it can only protect a weak soul is tens of millions of times more difficult than blowing up a galaxy with one punch.
Putting away his distracting thoughts, Piccolo focused all his attention on Six-Star Dragon's forehead.
The bottom of the wooden Staff hit the stone slab heavily.
"Buzz...!"
A circle of golden ripples rippled from the bottom of Staff, instantly covering Six-Star Dragon's body.
Piccolo began to chant the ancient Dragon Clan spell.
Those syllables are weird and obscure.
As the mantra was recited, the blue-background black star Six-Star Dragon Ball on Six-Star Dragon's forehead began to tremble violently.
Negative Energy inside Dragon Balls sensed the crisis.
As if they were alive, they began to fight back crazily, turning into streaks of black and purple energy.
It spreads throughout the body along the nerves and blood vessels of Six-Star Dragon, trying to completely bind to the host's body and bite it tightly.
"Ah!!!"
Six-Star Dragon raised his head and let out a painful scream.
This Negative Energy rushed through her meridians, and black blood vessels began to appear on the surface of her skin, and even her originally beautiful eyes were occupied by ink.
"Fei'er!" Yamcha was anxious and subconsciously wanted to reach out to help her suppress the black energy.
"Back off! Don't touch her!" Piccolo shouted to stop.
Yamcha stopped moving abruptly and jumped to the side in a hurry.
Piccolo Staff pointed a finger, and a golden Dragon God Laws turned into an extremely small invisible sharp blade and pierced it along the center of Six-Star Dragon's eyebrows.
This is the most important step.
Negative Energy is like a cancer parasitic on the soul of Six-Star Dragon. What Piccolo has to do is to use Dragon God Laws to cut off the cancer at the root.
The protective cover provided by Krillin is to ensure that when it is removed, it will not drag the soul of Six-Star Dragon with it.
"Cut it off!" Piccolo shouted violently.
Azure Gem at the top of Staff burst out with bright light like the scorching sun.
The Laws sharp blade made a horizontal stroke deep in the middle of Six-Star Dragon's eyebrows.
"Crack."
A crisp cracking sound sounded in everyone's mind.
Six-Star Dragon's body suddenly fell backward.
Yamcha, with his quick eyes and quick hands, snatched her into his arms.
At this moment, the bead embedded in Six-Star Dragon's forehead fell off.
It spun around in mid-air and landed on the white floor tiles, making a clanging sound.
The color of Dragon Balls, which originally had black stars on a blue background, quickly faded the moment it was separated from the body.
The black Negative Energy was forced to stay in mid-air by Dragon God Laws, turned into a ball of black air, and rushed left and right in an attempt to escape.
Krillin raised his finger.
A bit of white light flashed, and the negative black energy was annihilated in mid-air without even a chance to struggle.
Nothing is left.
On the floor tiles, the Six-Star Dragon Ball has returned to its original appearance.
An orange transparent sphere with six red five-pointed stars floating quietly inside.
The luster is warm, pure and flawless.
Yamcha held Six-Star Dragon and nervously explored her breath.
The woman in her arms had her eyes closed tightly, and her face was so pale that it was almost transparent.
The roiling black blood vessels just now have all subsided, but her breath is extremely weak, like a candle in the wind that will be extinguished at any time.
"Is she okay? Piccolo! Look at why she's not moving!" Yamcha panicked, her voice trembling.
Piccolo put away Staff and calmed down the surging divine power in his body.
This kind of delicate work is more tiring than a direct fight.
He looked at Yamcha's lost look and rolled his eyes.
"She can't die. Negative Energy is the source of her power. Now it has been forcibly taken away. Her body needs time to adapt to the new energy. Shock is a normal phenomenon."
Hearing these words, Yamcha's heart hanging in his throat finally fell to the ground.
He let out a long breath and collapsed on the ground, letting Six-Star Dragon lean on his legs.
At this moment, Six-Star Dragon's long eyelashes trembled twice and slowly opened his eyes.
The pair of eyes that originally had vertical pupils have now turned into a pair of extremely clear, ice-blue big eyes.
Not only that, the Dragon Clan characteristics of her body that were born for fighting, such as the Wind Wings structure behind her, also began to dissipate little by little.
She is no longer the Evil Dragon who was born for destruction, and has become a truly independent life.
Feeling the empty but extremely relaxed breath in his body, Six-Star Dragon raised his hand in confusion and touched his smooth forehead.
The place where Dragon Balls was originally inlaid is now as smooth as ever.
"I... I'm still alive?" Her voice was very soft, with a hint of disbelief.
"Nonsense, of course you can't die as long as we are here." Yamcha grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth.
Six-Star Dragon turned his head and looked at Yamcha's face so close at hand, as well as the horrible torn pants on his body.
This time, she didn't feel disgusted or ashamed.
She even raised her hand and gently touched the white marks on Yamcha's chest that had not yet completely healed with her ice-blue fingertips.
"Rogue." Six-Star Dragon cursed softly, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but raise.
Yamcha Hehe Zhile took advantage of the situation and grabbed her hand.
"The gangster will take you to eat West City's most expensive tiramisu later. Do you want to go?"
"Two copies."
"Ten portions are fine!"
Krillin watched the couple flirting and flirting as if no one else was around, and felt a bit sour in his teeth.
He bent down to pick up Six-Star Dragon Ball on the ground and tossed it twice in his hand.
Without the blessing of Negative Energy, Fei'er's current Battle Power has shrunk significantly.
According to Krillin's perception, her current energy level is probably maintained at the initial level of Super Saiyan 1.
In this era where Super Saiyan 4s are everywhere and True Gods are everywhere, this combat power is simply not enough.
But this is precisely the best result. She no longer has to bear the heavy fate of destruction and can live on earth like an ordinary alien girl.
"Okay, don't get bored here."
Krillin put Dragon Balls into the system space and waved his hand.
"The person was rescued, and Dragon Balls was also obtained. You take her to Capsule Corporation to find Bulma and arrange a reasonable identity for her."
"However, remember to find yourself some pants to wear before doing that."
Yamcha nodded awkwardly and picked up Fei'er.
"Thank you Krillin! Thank you Piccolo! When I settle her down, I will come to you for a drink!"
After saying that, he exploded a ball of white Aura, hugged the beauty and flew impatiently in the direction of West City.
Kami's Lookout regained its tranquility.
Piccolo looked at Yamcha's retreating figure and complained coldly, "I really can't understand him."
Krillin lay back on the chair and stretched.
"That's good. If the earth were filled with a bunch of martial arts idiots who only know how to practice, it would be too boring."
"Okay, okay, look at Tien Shinhan, there's a fight over there too."