Transformation! Super Saiyan!

"This is..."

Goten did not panic.

He closed his eyes.

He listened with his ears—no, he sensed with a Saiyan's combat intuition.

There was no "ki" to perceive in this world.

But the wind pressure, fighting spirit, and killing intent during a battle—these were universal.

The corners of his mouth curled upward.

He spun around abruptly—and threw a punch into the empty air behind him!

Bang!

The Great Peng Spirit's figure appeared exactly there, taking the punch squarely on the chin!

"You—how did you—"

Goten opened his eyes: "Every time before you attack—your wings twitch first."

The Great Peng Spirit's pupils contracted violently.

This boy—he had deciphered his attack habits in just one exchange.

This kind of combat talent—he had never seen it in the thousands of years he had lived.

"Roar!!"

The Bull Demon King's true giant bull form trampled the fortress wall, crushing toward Goten!

The ten-zhang-tall giant bull shook the earth with every step; the dilapidated wooden huts were crushed into splinters, and the lackeys scattered in a panic, crying for their parents.

Zhi Zun Bao grabbed a torch and rushed toward the side of the fortress: "Second-in-Command! Blindman! Take the women and children in the fortress to the mountain cave!"

"What about you, Chief—" Sha Wujing shouted.

Zhi Zun Bao looked back at the center of the battlefield—

Goten was locked in a head-on struggle with the White Elephant Spirit! Fist against fist! Every collision erupted with deafening sonic booms!

Zixia's Violet-Azure Treasure Sword traced arcs of purple sword light in the air, entangling the Great Peng Spirit's speed.

The Bull Demon King was charging this way—no one could stop that ten-zhang-tall giant bull.

"Me?" Zhi Zun Bao gritted his teeth, "I don't know what the hell to do either—"

He looked down at the broken wooden stick in his hand.

Then he looked at the rapidly approaching giant bull.

He suddenly thought of a question—

"If Sun Wukong were here—what would he do?"

He closed his eyes.

Not to wait for an answer.

But—to make himself the answer.

He opened his eyes.

"I'll risk it all!"

He charged toward the Bull Demon King—not head-on, but from the side! He nimbly dodged the giant bull's front hooves, leaped onto its back, grabbed the bull horn—the broken one—and climbed up with all his might!

"Little bug—get off!" The Bull Demon King shook his head frantically, his demonic energy surging!

Zhi Zun Bao was flung away, crashing heavily to the ground, coughing up a mouthful of blood.

But he smiled.

Because he saw it—

Because of his delay, Goten had shaken off the White Elephant Spirit and rushed in front of the Bull Demon King!

"Thanks, Zhi Zun Bao!"

Goten clenched his fist, golden ki flames condensing upon it—

This time—it wasn't a normal strike—

"Taste this—"

A blinding golden sphere of light ignited on his fist!

"Kamehameha—Close-Range Version—!!"

He slammed his fist into the Bull Demon King's stomach!

BOOM—!!!

A golden pillar of light erupted through the Bull Demon King's back! The ten-zhang-tall giant bull was sent flying, soaring dozens of meters through the air before crashing into the ground, rolling and smashing through half a small mountain!

The Bull Demon King—sent flying by Goten's punch for the third time.

But this time—he could not stand up again.

"Brother Bull—!" the White Elephant Spirit exclaimed.

"Useless trash," the Great Peng Spirit snorted coldly, though the contempt in his eyes had vanished, replaced by genuine gravity.

Goten stood where he was, panting slightly.

The continuous fighting had consumed more of his stamina than he had anticipated. Although the suppression this world exerted on him had weakened, it still persisted.

He shook his numb right hand.

Just then—

A golden afterimage struck with a speed far exceeding anything before!

The Great Peng Spirit—was getting serious!

His wings were covered in a layer of golden flames, moving so fast that the air didn't even have time to part! The sonic boom arrived belatedly—his attack had reached its target before the sound!

Goten's pupils constricted—this strike was too fast! It was so fast that he couldn't dodge it completely—

"Watch out!"

Zixia rushed over—and pushed him away!

Puchi.

Golden claws—pierced through Zixia's shoulder.

Fresh blood splattered everywhere.

"Sister Zixia!!"

Goten's mind went blank.

The Great Peng withdrew his claws, blood spraying into the air. He licked the blood off his claws and sneered, "A fairy—is nothing more than this."

Zixia's body collapsed limply.

Goten caught her.

A bloody hole had been punched through her shoulder—blood stained her purple gauze dress, and no matter what he did, he couldn't stop the flow.

"Sister Zixia—Sister Zixia—"

Goten panicked.

He had never been this panicked before.

Even when facing the strongest enemies in the Dragon Ball World, he had never panicked—because he knew his father would come, or that he could win on his own.

But now—Zixia's blood was flowing through his fingers, and he couldn't stop it no matter how hard he tried.

"It's okay..." Zixia wore a pale smile on her face, "Just a small wound..."

"Don't talk—I—I'll go find medicine—"

"Goten."

Zixia grabbed his hand.

"Promise me one thing."

"Tell me! I'll promise you anything!"

Zixia looked into his eyes and whispered:

"Live. No matter what happens—live—and go back to your world—"

Goten froze.

Then—his gaze changed.

It was no longer the excitement of a hot-blooded youth.

It was no longer the combativeness of a Saiyan.

Instead, it was—

Fury.

A cold, icy fury he had never experienced before.

His golden aura—shifted into a different color.

It was not gold.

It was gold, burning with a layer of red light!

His hair—stood up even more sharply than before—but it wasn't the golden hair of a Super Saiyan—it was a transitional form—and the edges of his golden pupils flickered with blood-red light!

The sandy ground for a hundred yards around—centered on Goten—began to burn.

The Great Peng Spirit's pupils shrank violently.

"This energy—it's wrong—"

Goten raised his head.

His voice was so low it didn't sound like a youth at all.

"You—"

"Hurt—her—"

"—Die."