The One Who Drew the Violet-Azure Treasure Sword

The Bull Demon King was embedded in the stone mountain, covered in blood.

But Goten knew—that punch hadn't killed him.

It wasn't because he had held back—it was because he could feel the rules of this world interfering with his power.

Sure enough, the stone mountain exploded.

"ROAR—!!!"

With a heaven-shaking, earth-shattering roar, black demonic energy surged into the sky, dyeing half the heavens ink-black!

As rubble flew, a giant bull rose from the ruins—

Not in human form, but in his True Bull Demon Form!

It was a black giant bull, fully ten zhang tall, its body covered in pitch-black scales. Its four hooves trod upon black flames, its horns pierced the firmament, and its blood-red eyes burned with monstrous fury.

Its aura was more than ten times stronger than before.

"Brat..." The Bull Demon King's voice was as low as a rumbling earthquake, "You have angered This Seat."

Goten looked up at the behemoth before him, his pupils slightly constricting.

Not out of fear.

But because he had discovered something—

His body was being suppressed by some kind of force.

It was as if an invisible hand was pinning down the ki within him. He clearly should have been capable of greater speed and stronger force, but his body could not unleash its proper level.

"What is going on..."

Goten clenched his fist, feeling that strange sense of resistance inside him.

This world was rejecting him.

"DIE!!!"

The Bull Demon King roared, his massive bull hoof shattering the earth as he charged to crush him!

That hoof was as large as a small mountain, blotting out the sun!

Goten did not take the hit head-on; he flashed aside—but his speed was a fraction slower than usual, and he barely dodged!

BOOM!

The hoof slammed into the ground, cracking the earth, and the shockwave sent the sandy terrain flying for a hundred zhang!

Goten tumbled through the air, steadying himself, a bead of cold sweat seeping from his forehead.

This was bad.

The world's suppression of him was growing stronger. It was like being bound by water pressure in the deep sea; every movement required much more effort.

"Hahahaha! What's wrong, brat?!" The Bull Demon King laughed wildly, his massive bull head charging toward him, "Weren't you acting so arrogant just a moment ago?! Try throwing another punch!"

Goten's eyes sharpened, his right hand clenched tight, and golden ki flared up once more—

But this time, the aura was clearly weaker than before.

He sidestepped the bull's charge and slammed a fist into the Bull Demon King's neck!

BANG!

It was loud and fierce—but it only made the Bull Demon King tilt his head slightly, not even breaking the skin.

"What?!" Goten's eyes widened.

"Hahaha! This Seat's true form is an indestructible body cultivated for fifteen hundred years!" The Bull Demon King roared, spewing a blast of black demonic energy toward Goten!

Goten hurriedly dodged, but was clipped by the edge of the energy, sending him tumbling dozens of meters across the desert, carving out a deep trench.

He knelt on one knee and coughed.

"Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey..."

Goten wiped the corner of his mouth, but there was no fear in his eyes—only a fiercer fighting spirit ignited.

Interesting.

This was far too interesting.

The rules of this world suppressed his power, preventing him from doing whatever he pleased as he did in the Dragon Ball World—but precisely because of that, this battle had become truly fun!

He stood up from the ground and brushed the sand off his body.

"Hey, big stupid bull."

Goten grinned.

"You say your hide is tough? Then I'll just have to see—"

He took a deep breath and cupped his hands at his waist.

Golden light began to gather, compress, and rotate in his palms—

"If this move can punch through you."

Zhi Zun Bao saw this scene from afar in the stronghold, his expression changing drastically. "Holy crap! What is that kid doing?!"

Between Goten's palms, a golden orb of light was rapidly expanding, releasing a blinding radiance.

He was not yet familiar with the "ki" of this world, but the Saiyan power within him was the real deal.

Even if suppressed—it was not something a Demon King could withstand.

"Ka--me--"

Just as Goten was about to thrust the energy wave forward—

"Wait!!"

A crisp, urgent female voice rang out from the sky!

Immediately following, a streak of violet sword light descended from above, slashing down between Goten and the Bull Demon King. It carved a deep trench into the ground, kicking up a sky full of dust!

Goten froze for a moment, and the energy wave in his hands dissipated instinctively.

He looked up.

A woman descended from the sky, her violet gauze robes snapping in the wind. She held an ancient longsword, its blade shimmering with a faint violet glow under the sunlight—the very source of the sword energy from just a moment ago.

Her features were so exquisite they seemed otherworldly, her brows carrying three parts heroism, three parts playfulness, and four parts of an indescribable, deep affection.

Fairy Zixia.

"Miss, you—" Goten began to speak.

Hum—!!!

The Violet-Azure Treasure Sword suddenly flew from her hand, its tip pointing straight at Goten!

Zixia was stunned.

Her eyes widened instantly, and her breathing grew rapid.

This sword... ever since she descended to the mortal realm, no one had ever been able to elicit a reaction from it. She had let thousands upon thousands of people try to draw it, and not a single one could pull it out even an inch.

But now—

The Violet-Azure Treasure Sword was actively pointing at this boy.

"You..."

Zixia's voice trembled slightly.

Goten was startled by her reaction. "Wh-what's wrong?"

Zixia did not answer, only staring fixedly at Goten, her eyes filled with disbelief and... a certain kind of anticipation.

Only one thought occupied her mind—

The person who could draw the Violet-Azure Treasure Sword was her destined one.

But the Violet-Azure Treasure Sword only ever recognized its master. It was actively pointing at someone—what did that mean?