" The Z Sword..."
"It's broken..."
Xin clutched her hair with both hands.
" The Z Sword... it's broken!!!"
He couldn't believe what was happening before his eyes.
Turles still held the remaining half of the sword hilt in his hand.
He spread his hands out, feigning innocence.
"Oops."
Turles glanced at the broken sword on the ground, then at the Katchin, which hadn't even left a white mark.
"It seems that the hardest metal in the universe truly lives up to its name."
He brandished the broken half of the sword in his hand a few more times.
"It's even slightly harder than the legendary Z Sword."
That statement is absolutely devastating.
Xin lay on the ground in despair.
Just then...
Suddenly, a strange change occurred at the cut of the broken divine sword on the ground.
A strange and extremely thick blue smoke suddenly gushed out from the broken end.
Xin and Kibito's wails stopped abruptly.
The two stared in horror at the billowing cloud of smoke.
"Cough cough cough..."
A violent coughing fit came from deep within the smoke.
The wisps of smoke gradually dissipated.
A figure slowly emerged.
He was an old man with a hunched back, a wrinkled face, and an extremely sleazy appearance.
He pounded his lower back with his hands, pausing for a moment to make sure no one with a "petty" attitude was around.
He started pointing at his surroundings and cursing loudly.
"That young man did a good job!"
"Can't you be a little gentler?!"
The old man was so angry that his beard stood on end and spittle flew everywhere.
"I'm suffocating! My back is about to break!"
The wind whistled past.
The scene fell into an absolute silence.
Merus, Shin, and Kibito all turned their gazes past the broken sword on the ground and locked onto the lewd old man who had suddenly appeared.
This turn of events caused the three people present to momentarily lose their minds.
Turles held the remaining half of the sword hilt in one hand, motionless.
Xin's gaze slowly drifted down from the old man's lewd face.
He noticed the clothes the old man was wearing.
Although the style was extremely old-fashioned and the fabric was somewhat worn and faded, the specific style was exactly the same as his...
A strange sense of familiarity, mixed with a sense of absurdity, arose spontaneously.
He moved closer to the old man.
He swallowed a mouthful of dry saliva.
"Who... who are you?"
The old man stopped rubbing his lower back when he heard the noise.
He turned around, his cloudy eyes glancing sideways at Xin in front of him.
The old man had his hands behind his back, and his back was barely straightened.
He moved closer without any hesitation, his gaze sweeping over Xin's body without restraint.
"You are the Supreme Kai of this generation?"
The old man curled his lip, his voice filled with strong disdain.
As he spoke, he shook his head dramatically.
"Tsk tsk tsk..."
"They really are getting worse with each generation..."
Upon hearing this, Xin's face flushed bright red.
Even if he lost face by shouting and yelling just now, it was because everything was beyond his expectations.
"You..."
Xin Gang wanted to speak up and refute.
The old man turned his head away immediately, not giving him another chance.
Complete disregard.
His gaze passed over Xin and Kibito and landed on Merus, who was not far away.
At first, the old man just glanced at it casually.
Then, his gaze was drawn to something else...
His cloudy eyes widened instantly, and his pupils contracted sharply.
The arrogance and disdain on his old face gradually disappeared completely.
My body instinctively took half a step back.
"Hmm? Who are you?"
The old man raised his hand, his withered fingers pointing at Merus.
"This familiar feeling..."
Merus stood still, speaking before the Old Kai, "I am Merus, Galactic Patrol!"
The old man shuddered.
" Galactic Patrol?"
He murmured meaningfully.
He gave Merus a long, hard look.
Turles watched this scene from the side and nodded to himself.
This old fellow has much better eyesight than Xin.
The old man turned around and turned his gaze to the last person present.
That is, Turles, after seeing the broken sword in his hand.
He drew out the sound and spoke slowly.
"You..."
"So it was you who let me out!"
Turles stood still.
He weighed the broken sword hilt in his hand.
This thing has no value to him anymore.
He originally drew his sword to get the old man out.
Now that the person is out, what's the point of keeping this piece of junk?
He tossed it casually.
The broken sword hilt traced an arc in the air.
Kaioshin Sword was simply thrown on the ground like trash.
Xin and Kibito watched this scene with hearts bleeding.
That was a sacred object that their Sacred World of the Kai had worshipped for countless generations.
Turles dusted off his hands.
Well...
I guess so.
Xin, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but step forward again.
He moved closer to the old man.
He looked frustrated, yet he couldn't suppress his curiosity.
"Excuse me, may I ask...?"
Xin stammered as she pressed for an answer.
"Old, sir, who exactly are you?"
The old man glanced at Xin sideways.
He coughed twice on purpose, clearing his throat.
He put his hands back behind his back.
His chin was sticking out so high that he almost looked down his nose at people.
"I am Pitotoro."
The old man drawled out his words.
"That is, yours..."
He pretended to count on his fingers.
"Let me think..."
"Your Supreme Kai from fifteen generations ago."
The old man stared at Xin's completely blank face.
Do you understand?
Supreme Kai from fifteen generations ago?
Supreme Kai from fifteen generations ago?
Shin stared at the old man in front of him, whose face was full of wrinkles and whose appearance was extremely sleazy, and his brain completely shut down.
Kibito stood to the side, his mouth agape, unable to utter a single word for a long time.
Xin's gaze swept back and forth over the old man.
They knew that this was very likely... true...
The scene changes.
Beneath a towering tree in the Sacred World of the Kai.
Old Kai sat cross-legged on the grass, repeatedly pounding his lower back with both hands.
Xin and Kibito sat obediently on the side, their hands resting flat on their knees.
Turles and Merus were also sitting around.
Old Kai finally finished massaging his back.
He cleared his throat and looked up.
A deep sense of reminiscence and sorrow welled up in his cloudy eyes.
"The one who sealed me away back then..."
Old Kai paused for a moment.
"It's Lord Beerus."
Old Kai noticed the gazes of those around him and blushed.
He quickly coughed twice, pursed his lips, and tried to save face.
"Back in my youth, I was hot-tempered and impulsive!"
He waved his withered arms, his voice rising several decibels.
"I just said a few words back to him! Who knew..."
"He shoved me right into that broken sword! And he even put a restriction on it!"
Old Kai turned his head and looked at Turles with a smug expression.
"That restriction is specifically designed for gods! Even the Supreme Kai couldn't pull out that sword!"
He looked Turles up and down, marveling at him.
"Fortunately, you found a master from the lower realm."
The old man patted his thigh.
Xin knelt beside him, completely bewildered.
He hesitated for a long time before slowly raising his right hand.
The voice was weak.
"That..."
Xin looked at the Old Kai.
"May I ask, Ancestor... who is this Lord Beerus you speak of?"
The Old Kai's chest heaved.
A strange look in his eyes...
"You idiot!"
"I really don't know how you became Supreme Kai?!"
Xin's face turned bright red.
He lowered his head in shame.
"I'm sorry... Ancestor..."
Xin explained haltingly.
"Because... in the strictest sense... I was originally just an Apprentice Supreme Kai..."
"Back then... Majin Buu ravaged the universe..."
Xin gritted his teeth, recalling that tragic past.
"That monster is utterly irrational; it only knows destruction and slaughter..."
" The Grand Supreme Kai was absorbed by Majin Buu while protecting me..."
"The other Supreme Kai... were all killed by Majin Buu..."
"I'm the only one who survived..."
After hearing this Old Kai...
The anger on his face gradually subsided.
Instead, a sense of heaviness prevailed.
He let out a long sigh.
"There's really no way..."
Old Kai waved his hand, his tone softening.
"So that's what happened."
He sat back down on the grass.
"Fine, it's not your fault. I'll make time to give you a proper lesson later, so you won't continue to embarrass us Supreme Kai when you go out."
Xin nodded repeatedly.
Old Kai ignored Shin.
He turned his head and stared intently at Turles and Merus.
His eyes sharpened.
"Alright, enough chit-chat."
Old Kai stroked his beard.
"You specifically came to this Sacred World of the Kai?"
He grinned, revealing a few sparse teeth.
"Are you here to cultivate?"
Old Kai stood up and circled Turles twice.
He poked Turles ' arm twice.
He nodded slightly.
"Able to pull out that sword, even able to cut it in half..."
Old Kai drawled out the sound.
"That means you're a promising talent!"
He suddenly took two steps back and straightened his chest.
Arms crossed over chest, chin held high.
"Considering you have some ability and rescued me, I'll..."
Old Kai raised his eyebrows.
"How about it? Would you like to become my disciple?"