Dragon Ball: My power level has been maxed out

The moment he finished speaking, a purple-red light suddenly burst forth from Xiangpa's body, enveloping his entire being.

The next moment, Xiangpa lightly pushed off the ground with both feet, and his body shot out at an extremely fast speed, like a purple cannonball, quickly breaking through the planet's atmosphere and rushing into the vast starry sky in an instant.

Bardos tapped her scepter lightly on the ground, and her body immediately burst forth with a dazzling light like stars, which surged from her body and enveloped her and Solo.

"call out!"

The two transformed into a streak of light, chasing after Xiangpa's direction, leaving a long, pale blue trail in the starry sky.

Soon, Bardos and Solo caught up with Champa.

Three streaks of light traveled side by side across the starry sky, standing out against the dark background.

Supreme Kai Fuwa stood still, silently watching the figures disappear, his gaze following the pale blue trail as it vanished at the horizon, a thoughtful expression on his face.

At this moment, Fuwa also wanted to join in the fun and watch the drama unfold.

After a brief hesitation.

"Wait for me!" Fuwa shouted, his voice carrying far across the vast and empty Realm of Destruction.

The energy within him surged suddenly, and his figure flickered in place.

However, the speed of Supreme Kai Fuwa is far inferior to that of Vados and the others.

After flying for a while, he realized the gap was too big, so he simply gave up the chase and used teleportation to arrive at the planet Caland ahead of everyone else.

……

Planet Caland.

The planet's surface was covered with a pale golden halo, like it was coated with a thin layer of beeswax.

There is no night here; the stars overhead hang in the west, illuminating the entire land with a bright yet gentle glow.

In the most prosperous region of this planet, a magnificent palace stands on the highest terrace, constructed entirely of white stone. The columns are engraved with intricate patterns, and two rows of uniformed guards stand on either side of the gate, each holding a long-handled energy gun.

Inside the palace, the main hall was decorated in an extremely luxurious manner.

The floor was covered with a deep red carpet edged with gold thread, and several oil paintings depicting interstellar travel scenes hung on the walls.

A huge crystal chandelier hangs from the dome, its light refracting from countless facets, casting a warm and dappled glow in the room.

Muru, the controller of Mosco, the God of Destruction of Universe 3, was sitting on a throne-like chair.

The seat back is high and covered with dark red velvet, while the armrests on both sides are carved into the shape of outstretched wings.

At this moment, he was leaning back slightly in his chair, his gaze fixed on the spacious hall below.

There were more than three hundred women standing in the main hall.

They all looked different, but without exception, they were all considered beautiful.

Some are tall, some are petite, some have darker skin tones, and some have lighter skin tones.

At this moment, they were wearing thin clothes, the colors of which ranged from pink to purple to white. The fabric was light and thin, which could outline their figures in a curvaceous way, revealing everything.

These beauties look somewhat similar to Earthlings, except for slight differences in hair and eye color.

However, none of the beauties looked very well at the moment.

Some were biting their lower lips, some had reddened eyes, and some were twisting wrinkles in the hem of their clothes with their fingers.

Their eyes were filled with unease and fear, like a herd of livestock trapped in a pen, not knowing who would be their next victim.

Mullu's gaze swept over the group of women one by one, as if inspecting a batch of goods that had just entered the warehouse.

A satisfied smile slowly appeared on his face. He then turned his head and nodded to a middle-aged woman in a dark gray suit beside him.

“Not bad, this batch of goods suits my taste.” Mulu’s voice was hoarse but unhurried, as if he were evaluating a good item he had picked out.

"I'm glad Lord Muru likes it!" The middle-aged woman quickly bowed, her waist bent very low, and a superficial, obsequious smile on her face.

"Alright, you can go now." Mulu waved to the middle-aged woman, indicating that she could leave.

“Lord Muru…then…that mountain of gold outside…” The middle-aged woman straightened up, her eyes lowered, but a greedy smile curved her lips.

"That's yours, use it as you like." Mulu snorted, his gaze never leaving the women.

"Thank you, Lord Muru!" The middle-aged woman was overjoyed, nodded repeatedly, bowed again, straightened up, and turned to walk towards the palace gate.

Just as the middle-aged woman turned around, a girl who looked about seventeen or eighteen years old rushed out from the crowd, pounced on her in a few steps, and grabbed her sleeves tightly with both hands.

"Aunt Mei, please let me go... I don't want to stay here!" The girl's voice was choked with sobs, her eyes were red, and tiny tears clung to her eyelashes. Her shoulders were shaking.

The middle-aged woman called Aunt Mei paused, turned her head, and her eyes turned cold for a moment, like a thin layer of ice rising from the depths of her eyes.

She didn't say anything, but suddenly swung her arm and forcefully pushed the girl away.

The girl staggered a few steps and fell onto the carpet with a thud.

Aunt May then quickly turned her head and glanced in the direction of Mulou.

Mullu's gaze had changed, from its previous nonchalance to a quiet coldness, like a knife sheathed.

Aunt Mei's Adam's apple bobbed. She quickly looked away, bent down, and helped the girl up. Holding her wrist tightly, she softly comforted her, "Xiao Die, isn't this what we agreed on? How can you go back on your word?"

Chapter 138 Challenging the Weakest God of Destruction!

"Aunt Mei, you only said you brought me here to make money!" The girl named Xiaodie's shoulders trembled slightly. Her gaze darted towards Mu Lu's direction, then quickly returned, her voice trembling, "You didn't say I had to serve... serve a demon!"

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried exceptionally clearly in the spacious hall.

The hall fell silent for a moment, and several of the women who had been keeping their heads down quietly raised their eyes.

This is actually a very normal phenomenon.

To ordinary humans, Murout does indeed look like a little devil.

It is less than a meter tall and has two sharp horns on its head, with the tips curving slightly inward, like the shape of something just cut off from a lamb's head.

Her skin was an opaque dark red, with a cold, hard sheen under the light.

"Xiaodie, as long as you can make money, why do you care so much?" Aunt Mei held Xiaodie's hand, lowered her voice, and advised her gently, glancing quickly at Mu Lu before looking away. "Besides, keep your voice down. If Lord Mu Lu finds out, he might beat you to death on the spot!"

"Hey." Muru's voice came from the throne, unhurried, like a stone rolling over sheet metal, exuding a cold composure, "My hearing is exceptionally good, don't think I can't hear anything."

His face turned cold, and his dark red eyes turned to Xiaodie, his pupils narrowing slightly. Then he raised his hand and beckoned to her with his finger.

"call out!"

Xiaodie's body suddenly lifted off the ground, as if gripped by an invisible hand, and flew uncontrollably toward Mulu's direction.

Her arms flailed wildly in the air, and she couldn't help but gasp repeatedly.

"Snapped!"

The next moment, Xiaodie suddenly appeared directly in front of Mulu, her body suspended in mid-air, less than an arm's length away from his face.

Mulu gently pressed his hand down, as if flipping a switch, and Xiaodie immediately knelt down in front of him, her knees hitting the carpet with a dull thud.

"What? You're not going to serve this demon?" Mulu sneered, leaning forward slightly, his dark red pupils reflecting Xiaodie's pale face. "Then the only result is death."

Xiaodie knelt there, her shoulders hunched together, fine beads of sweat on her forehead, her lips trembling, like a leaf shaking in the wind.

"We can start now, come over here!" Mulu waved to Xiaodie, his gaze lingering on her face for a moment.

"I...I...I would rather die than sell my soul!" Xiaodie bit her lower lip as if she were about to draw blood, and raised her eyes with a stubborn light.

"Then you can die now." Mulu was impatient. Without even frowning, a purplish-red flame shot out from his fingertip, silently, like a beam of light compressed to an extremely fine point, hitting Xiaodie precisely.

"Snapped!"

Xiaodie's body instantly vanished into nothingness, leaving not a trace.

The main hall was completely silent.

Some of the women covered their mouths, some closed their eyes, some lowered their heads, and their shoulders trembled.

The scene was completely silent.

When Solo and his companions arrived above the palace, they witnessed everything that was happening before their eyes.

Their figures hovered high above the palace, their eyes peering through the ceiling, clearly seeing the scene inside.

"That Mulou!" Champa hovered in the air, his face dark, his eyes narrowed. "How can he still be so shameless?"

“Lord Champa.” Solo hovered beside him, his gaze shifting from the gap in the palace, and tilted his head to ask, “According to normal procedures, should this planet be destroyed?”

Before Champa could answer, Supreme Kai Fuwa snorted and gritted his teeth, saying, "How could that be? This planet's resources and everything else are of exceptionally high quality! The existence of such a planet would bring vitality and better development to the entire universe!"

"Oh, oh, oh." Solo nodded, his gaze returning to the small, dark red figure below.

“However, a god of destruction doesn’t need a reason to destroy a human,” Fuva added, his voice growing even lower.

“This guy’s acting a bit recklessly.” Solo’s gaze lingered on Muru for a moment. “Is this even allowed?”

“The God of Destruction can do whatever he wants,” Champa said in a deep voice. “Although I find his behavior despicable.”

“Then teach him a lesson, what else is there to say?” Solo immediately suggested, tilting his chin downwards. “I’ve also started to dislike him! Look at those girls, they’re clearly being coerced, not one of them is there willingly! They were all tricked into coming here by that woman named Aunt May!”

“I wanted to teach him a lesson, but gods of destruction can’t fight without a good reason.” Champa slowly shook his head, a hint of helplessness on his face.

"Vados, do you have a solution?" Solo turned to ask Vados.

Bardos hovered a few steps away, gently twirling the scepter in her hand.

She tilted her head and thought for a moment, then her light blue eyes suddenly lit up, and a smile curved her lips: "You know what, I actually have a pretty good idea."

"What's the solution? Tell me!" Solo immediately became interested and leaned forward slightly.

"Haven't you always wanted to challenge Lord Mosco?" Bardos smiled and said mysteriously, "Now your chance has come!"

"Just tell me already, stop keeping me in suspense," Solo urged hastily, his brow furrowing slightly.

“It’s simple, I’ll turn you into a woman, and then you can go down!” Bardos covered her mouth and chuckled, laughing so hard that her shoulders shook and she almost dropped her scepter.

Solo's face instantly darkened, from his chin all the way to the back of his head, his gaze like two knives nailed to Bardos's face.

However, before Solo could refuse, Bardos had already raised his scepter, the tip of which was pointed at him.

"call out!"

A pale blue angelic power shot out from the crystal ball at the top of the staff, moving with incredible speed and landing precisely on Solo, covering his entire body like a thin veil.

The power of the angels flowed through Solo, like water flowing and light refracting.