Goten Travels to A Chinese Odyssey

Bull Demon King?

Demon King?

Sun Goten's eyes lit up.

Trunks was right—this whole time-travel business was actually quite thrilling!

Roar—!!!

Another roar echoed, this time much closer.

Sun Goten saw a black whirlwind rapidly approaching on the horizon, kicking up a sky full of dust.

That aura—though different from the "ki" he was familiar with—Sun Goten could feel it:

It was strong.

"Hey, Zhi Zun Bao," Sun Goten turned around and grinned, his eyes sparking with the unique battle intent of a Saiyan, "that Demon King... can I fight him?"

Zhi Zun Bao was stunned: "Are you crazy?! That's a Demon King who has cultivated for fifteen hundred years!"

Sun Goten clenched his fists, and golden flames rose from his body once again, blowing away the surrounding dust.

"Fifteen hundred years?"

He laughed.

"When my dad was two years old, his combat power was already over a thousand."

With that, he transformed into a streak of golden light and charged straight toward the black whirlwind!

"Holy crap!" Zhi Zun Bao stared dumbfounded at the receding golden light, "What kind of monster... is this kid?!"

At that moment, Fairy Zixia, who was still on her way, suddenly stopped in her tracks.

She sensed it—that power from another world was erupting.

"Fighting already?"

A smile curled the corners of Fairy Zixia's lips, and she accelerated once more.

She was looking forward to it even more now.

As Sun Goten charged toward the black whirlwind, he was rapidly analyzing the situation.

Without being able to sense "ki," he couldn't precisely gauge the opponent's combat power. But that didn't matter—a Saiyan's battle instincts didn't need ki sensing to fight!

The black whirlwind stopped three miles away from the stronghold, revealing a massive figure.

It was a giant standing three meters tall, covered in pitch-black scales with a pair of curved bull horns atop his head. His eyes were blood-red, and the ground cracked with every step he took.

"Ants of the Axe Gang—!" The Demon King's voice sounded like muffled thunder, "This Seat is in a good mood today. As long as you obediently hand over that thing that fell from the sky, I will spare your lives!"

Sun Goten stopped ten meters in front of the Demon King: "Are you talking about... me?"

The Demon King lowered his head, his blood-red eyes rolling as he stared at Sun Goten.

"Oh?"

A flicker of surprise crossed his eyes.

"Such strange life force... not a demon, not an immortal, not a human, not a devil... what kind of thing are you?"

Sun Goten tilted his head: "My name is Sun Goten—I'm not a 'thing,' I'm a person."

"A person?" The Demon King laughed heartily, "I have lived for fifteen hundred years and have never seen a human like you! Your flesh and blood... emit an aura that excites This Seat!"

He licked his lips, his gaze turning greedy and ferocious.

"Not bad, not bad! If I eat you, I might just break through my bottleneck!"

Sun Goten sighed and rubbed his neck.

"Hey, listen here."

He looked up, his expression turning serious.

"If you want to fight, I'll oblige. But let's get one thing straight—"

Golden flames erupted violently, scorching a circle into the sandy ground!

"I'm very strong."

The Demon King's expression stiffened slightly.

In that instant, he caught a whiff of danger from this boy—an intuition only the strong could feel.

But the Demon King was a Demon King, after all; what kind of situation hadn't he seen?

"Bluffing!" He roared, and black demonic energy surged into the sky, forming a massive black palm that slammed down toward Sun Goten! "Let me show you—Great Demon Heaven-Turning Hand!"

The giant palm blotted out the sun, as large as a small hill, crashing down with the momentum to destroy everything in its path!

In the distance, Zhi Zun Bao's face turned deathly pale: "It's over, it's over, it's all over... that kid..."

Boom—!

Sand filled the sky, and the earth trembled.

Where the giant palm had slammed down, a massive crater dozens of meters in diameter appeared.

The Demon King laughed triumphantly, "Hahaha! A mere brat—"

"Hey, what are you laughing at?"

The Demon King's laughter cut off abruptly.

In the center of the palm print, Sun Goten remained standing, his body enveloped in a golden aura. One hand was raised above his head—he had caught the palm strike capable of crushing city walls with just one hand!

You say you've lived for fifteen hundred years...

Sun Goten's voice carried a hint of disappointment.

...and this is all you've got?

The Demon King's eyes widened. "This... this is impossible!!"

This level of attack power is probably about the same as a Saibaman. Sun Goten shook his head in disappointment—though he had no idea what level a "Saibaman" was considered in this world.

He took a deep breath and clenched his right fist.

"It's not over yet—my turn."

Before the words had even faded, Sun Goten's figure vanished.

It wasn't that he was too fast to see—he had completely disappeared.

The Demon King didn't even have time to react before an indescribably terrifying force appeared right in front of him.

"One punch."

Sun Goten's fist gently pressed against the Demon King's chest.

BOOM—!!!

The air exploded.

The Demon King's massive, three-meter-tall body was sent flying as if struck by a planet! He tumbled through the desert for hundreds of meters, shattering countless boulders, before finally embedding himself into a stone mountain, his body covered in cracks and spewing blood.

One punch.

Just one punch.

The entire Gobi desert shook, and everyone in the distant stronghold stumbled and swayed.

Zhi Zun Bao gripped the doorframe, his mouth hanging open in an "O" shape.

"Am... am I dreaming?"

At this moment, Fairy Zixia, standing atop the mountain peak, witnessed it all.

Her pupils constricted slightly, and her hand gripping the Violet-Azure Treasure Sword tightened involuntarily.

"Sent the Bull Demon King flying with one punch?"

Fairy Zixia's lips slowly curled upward.

This kid... is truly interesting.

She sheathed her sword and leaped, flying toward the Axe Gang's stronghold.

She had already decided—no matter who this boy was, she was going to get to know him.

Sun Goten relaxed his fist, looked at the Demon King embedded in the stone mountain in the distance, and let out a soft breath.

Come to think of it, this world... seems much more interesting than I imagined.

He grinned.

Then I have even more reason—to have a good time here.

In the distance, the setting sun dyed the entire desert a golden red.

Sun Goten's legend in the world of A Chinese Odyssey—had just begun.