"Turtle--Style--Energy--Blast--!"

Three thousand heavenly soldiers groaned in unison, and those with lower cultivation levels spat out blood on the spot!

Dhritarashtra's expression shifted drastically as he violently plucked the strings of his Jade Pipa!

Hum—hum—hum—!!!

Three sound waves surged toward Goten in a triangular formation!

Goten did not dodge in mid-air—he crossed his arms in front of his chest and took the three sound waves head-on!

Bang! Bang! Bang!

He was knocked back several dozen meters, his sleeves shredded by the sonic waves, revealing skin that remained completely unscathed beneath.

"Hmm... that stings a bit." Goten shook his arms. "It's nowhere near as strong as a Saibaman's self-destruction."

He raised his head.

"But—is that really all you've got?"

Dhritarashtra's face darkened completely.

He had lived for tens of thousands of years and guarded the East Heavenly Gate for countless ages, yet he had never encountered an opponent like this.

It wasn't because Goten was invincible—it was because his fighting style fell entirely outside the understanding of the Three Realms.

There were no fluctuations of immortal power, no traces of spells, no demonic aura, and no fiendish energy—only pure, savage, and unreasonable physical strength.

"Heavenly soldiers, heed the order—change formation!"

The three thousand soldiers shifted rapidly, transforming from a circular encirclement into a wedge-shaped assault formation—every spear was aimed at Goten, golden light coalescing at their tips—

"Fire!"

Three thousand golden beams shot out simultaneously!

Goten took a deep breath—

"Ka—me—ha—me—ha—!"

He thrust his hands forward!

A massive golden pillar of light erupted from his palms, colliding head-on with the three thousand beams from the heavenly soldiers!

Rumble—!!!

The entire sky trembled!

The two forces clashed in the air, erupting into a blinding white light!

The heavenly soldiers' golden beam formation was forcibly pushed back by the Kamehameha—not shattered, but shoved backward!

Dhritarashtra's eyes widened.

He had lived for tens of thousands of years and had never seen such power.

It wasn't an immortal art, nor was it a demonic technique—it was the violent crushing force of pure energy.

The beam of the Kamehameha tore through the formation of heavenly soldiers, blasting dozens of them away as it shot straight into the sky, exploding in the night air like a shining new star!

The formation of the three thousand heavenly soldiers fell into chaos.

Goten descended from the air back to the ground, panting slightly.

"Hoo... hoo..." He wiped the sweat from his forehead. "As expected, being suppressed makes using the Kamehameha much more exhausting than before..."

Dhritarashtra hovered in the air, his face ashen.

He had underestimated this boy.

No—it wasn't just an underestimation—the suppression effect of the Heavenly Net on this otherworldly being was far less effective than anticipated.

"Dhritarashtra," a voice came from behind, "the Jade Emperor has issued a decree—change to capture alive."

Another Heavenly King, clad in white armor and wielding the Azure Edge Sword, had appeared at the edge of the battlefield.

Virudhaka.

He looked at Goten coldly, a flicker of interest flashing in his eyes.

"An interesting little brat. However—"

He raised the Azure Edge Sword, pointing the tip at Goten.

"How much longer can you keep fighting?"

Goten knelt on one knee, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

After Virudhaka joined the fray, the situation changed completely.

Unlike Dhritarashtra's sonic attacks, Virudhaka's swordsmanship was incredibly sharp—every strike of his Azure Edge Sword could tear through space. Although Goten could withstand the blows with his body, the damage caused by those spatial rifts seemed to bypass his Saiyan defenses.

"Tsk..."

Goten stood up and wiped the blood from his mouth.

Zixia rushed out from the stronghold, standing in front of Goten.

"That's enough!"

She drew the Violet-Azure Treasure Sword, its tip pointing directly at Virudhaka.

"Fairy Zixia?" Virudhaka frowned slightly. "Do you know what you are doing?"

"I am protecting him." Zixia's voice was calm, though the hand gripping her sword trembled slightly.

"You are making an enemy of the Heavenly Court," Dhritarashtra said coldly.

Zixia fell silent for a moment.

Then, she smiled.

"And so what?"

She glanced back at Goten, her eyes filled with a trace of resolve.

"Five hundred years ago, I failed to protect him—"

She turned back, the light of her sword surging violently!

"Five hundred years later—I will not let the same thing happen again!"

Zixia charged into the ranks of the heavenly soldiers with her sword!

Her swordsmanship was incredibly graceful—each strike was like a streak of purple light, weaving between the golden armor of the heavenly soldiers. Their spears could not even get close to her, as she parried them away one by one with every swing!

But Goten could tell—she was struggling.

Under the lingering suppression of the Heavenly Net, Zixia could exert at most seventy percent of her power.

And the second wave of heavenly soldiers—the reinforcements brought by Virudhaka—numbered at least two thousand.

"Sister Zixia—" Goten tried to rush forward, but his path was blocked by Vaishravana's Primordial Pearl Umbrella.

Vaishravana opened the precious umbrella, and the Map of Mountains and Rivers appeared upon its surface, a powerful suction force pinning Goten firmly in place.

"Young man, don't be impatient," Vaishravana's voice was gentle and calm. "One by one."

Goten gritted his teeth and struggled, but the power of the Primordial Pearl Umbrella was even more troublesome than the Heavenly Net—it was an invisible restraint, as if trapping him in an unseen cage.

Just then—

A dark shadow rushed out!

"Hey, hey, hey, I'm asking you—have you had enough yet!"

Zhi Zun Bao!

He was wielding a broken sword, rushing to Zixia's side and knocking down a heavenly soldier with a single strike.

"A bunch of grown men bullying a girl and a kid, what kind of skill is that!"

Zixia was stunned. "How did you—"

"I'm a bandit leader, after all—" Zhi Zun Bao grinned, revealing a smile missing a front tooth—the result of a punch from a heavenly soldier earlier—"If I don't fight back when my territory is being bullied, how am I supposed to make a living in the Western Regions?"

Goten looked at Zhi Zun Bao's back and opened his mouth, speechless.