Chapter 32
"AAAAAHHH!"
Demon King Piccolo let out an angry roar and wiped away the purple blood from the corner of his mouth.
"Damn it. I can't believe you hurt me!" Demon King Piccolo swore that he would completely tear the human in front of him to pieces.
With his evil and icy gaze sweeping mercilessly at Ayaka and Mutaito, Demon King Piccolo licked his lips at the corners of his mouth and wore a cold smile on his face. He tugged his fist up tightly with one hand and said wickedly, "Surprisingly, you made me get hurt, so prepare to meet the baptism of death!"
Demon King Piccolo's ki kept rising. The whole palace began to shake continuously, and a whirlwind swept out in all directions with him as the center. The deadly, desolate aura came out as if in an endless purgatory, making the surrounding area filled with the smell of blood.
The smell like a shura hell made Ayaka's brows furrowed.
"Demon King Piccolo's strength seems to be much stronger than when Son Goku dealt with him. Is it because he is at his peak now?"
Facing the powerful ki that came upon him, Mutaito's face could not help but become grave. His gaze focused on Demon King Piccolo.
"Now, I'll let you see the strength of this Demon King Piccolo!"