Chen Mo landed in the plaza before the Grand Elder's hall.
Six Dragon Balls were neatly arranged around the base of the altar. Each one stood as tall as an adult and gave off a gentle orange glow.
This was the unique size of Namekian Dragon Balls.
More than twenty of Shigula's subordinates were stationed in defensive positions around the altar.
Some were remnants of the wills of assimilated Namekian warriors, while others were cannon fodder abducted from nearby star systems.
The strongest among them had a power level of eight million.
Chen Mo did not activate King Kai Fist.
He raised his right hand, his five fingers slightly spread. A pure white wave of air expanded outward from him.
It was not an attack, merely a brief release of pressure from his ki.
"Bang bang bang bang—"
More than twenty guards were sent flying in unison. They crashed into the hall's stone pillars and all lost consciousness.
Three seconds.
Chen Mo walked up to the altar and took the seventh Dragon Ball from his clothes.
The final one that Grand Elder Moori had defended with his life.
He placed it down.
All seven Dragon Balls gathered together, and their glow suddenly intensified. A golden pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing through New Planet Namek's dense atmosphere.
Chen Mo took a deep breath.
Namekian Dragon Balls had to be summoned in the Namekian language.
He had thought of that long ago. During the more than thirty days aboard the spaceship, he had asked Grand Elder Moori to teach him the complete summoning incantation in advance.
Moori's expression had been complicated at the time. He probably had not expected an Earthling to learn Namekian faster than he learned ki techniques.
It could not be helped. After watching Dragon Balls