The auras that had been suppressed and hidden deep suddenly erupted, sweeping through the surroundings like a tide.
It was neither the ki of an ordinary Saiyan nor the golden radiance of a Super Saiyan. This was something deeper, older, as though it had come from some primordial place.
The aura swept across the ground. Rubble floated up gently, a low hum filled the air, and even the moonlight seemed to twist, warping for several seconds.
Trunks's pupils abruptly contracted.
Pan sucked in a sharp breath and instinctively assumed a fighting stance.
Son Goku, on the other hand, smiled even more brightly.
Fighting spirit suddenly ignited in his black eyes.
"Wow." Son Goku's voice was filled with undisguised excitement. "This... is really interesting."
"Evidence isn't necessary at all."
Qi Heng's voice was calm, like a lake at night.
With his back to the recently returned Goku and Trunks, his gaze rested on the wreckage in the courtyard—the ground was cracked like a web, smoke still rose from the blackened pits, broken timber lay amid the weeds, and the air was thick with dust and the acrid smell of burning.
He slowly turned around. The night breeze lightly stirred the hem of his clothes, moonlight illuminating half his face while the other half remained hidden in shadow.
"You've only just returned. You don't know the situation yet."
With that, he unhurriedly walked toward the land destroyed by battle.
The sole of his boot crushed a loose stone slab, producing a crisp crack.
He stopped before a deep trench and looked down at it for a while before speaking again, his voice drifting into their ears on the night wind.
"Your family members have already been controlled."
Goku's originally radiant smile froze at once, like the surface of a lake suddenly turning