Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 701: Double Kill

At this moment, Ye Chen charged forward with an aura so terrifying it defied description. Compared to how he had fought the Holy Prince, he was an entirely different person. This made it impossible for Prince Lu Ya to accept. He even wanted to scream, ”You didnʼt fight the Holy Prince like this!”

Lu Ya had no desire to clash head-on. He instantly tried to flee. His body erupted into a blazing mass of Golden Crow flames and shot backward. But the sky battlefield was only so large. Entering was easy; leaving was another story. Where could he possibly escape to?

In the next heartbeat, Ye Chen caught up. Under Lu Yaʼs shocked, incredulous, and deeply regretful gaze, a peerless Heavenly Emperor Fist descended.

Lu Yaʼs combat strength was not much inferior to the Holy Princeʼs. But in terms of physique, he was far, far weaker. Facing this single Heavenly Emperor Fist, Lu Ya felt everything about him suppressed. His primordial spirit trembled. He could only meet it head-on. All his Qi surged forth alongside the power of his Cave Heaven. Countless defensive arts poured out in a torrent. He prayed he could withstand this one strike. But he was dreaming.

Ye Chen faced the very culprit who had ruined his three-day acting masterpiece. He held nothing back—he wanted the bird dead in one blow. Against Ye Chenʼs full-powered strike, few below the Mahayana Third Heaven could survive. And Lu Ya was clearly not among them.

The next instant, everything in front of Ye Chen shattered. Countless defensive arts crumbled into nothingness. His entire body exploded in a storm of blood and flame.

The entire battlefield fell deathly silent. Even Yao Yuezhi retreated in shock, staring at Ye Chen with wide eyes. Those jade-green pupils brimmed with disbelief. And a trace of worship she tried—and failed—to hide completely.

Ye Chen glanced sideways at her. Catching that look in her eyes, he smiled. This girl… was interesting. Her acting alone far surpassed Luo Binglingʼs. She could almost rival him.

Ye Chen had been about to say a word or two. But then he raised a brow and looked toward the spot where Lu Ya had exploded.

Amidst the endless bloody mist, a Golden Crowʼs cry pierced the heavens. Boundless essence spirit qi surged, vast and turbulent. Golden Crowʼs divine flames burned in the void, carrying the aura of rebirth.

Prince Lu Yaʼs figure slowly reformed. He actually possessed the ability to be reborn from fire. No wonder he had such a reputation. The bird really did have some tricks.

Yet Ye Chen only raised a brow for a moment before his expression returned to calm indifference. So what if he could rebirth? Heʼd just kill him again. It wasnʼt like he was a Saiyan who grew stronger with every death.

Endless tribulation light detonated from Ye Chenʼs chest. A hand of heavenly retribution—terrifying beyond measure, as though divine punishment itself had manifested—slammed downward.

Lu Ya, still midway through rebirth, barely opened his beak. Before he could do anything, he exploded once more in utter despair. The Hand of Heaven was unimaginably destructive, laced with the power of annihilation. When the colossal palm faded, nothing remained. No divine flames, no surging essence—just empty void.

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Ye Chen had deliberately spared Lu Yaʼs soul and origin source. With an indifferent sweep of his sleeve, he collected everything. The countless onlookers fell deathly silent.

Watching Ye Chen obliterate Lu Ya with a single strike, everyone finally understood. This was his true strength. Everything before had been him playing with the monkey. When Lu Ya first revived, many had felt a twinge of envy. To be reduced to near-nothingness and yet instantly reborn—who wouldnʼt want that ability? But the very next moment, Lu Ya died again.

Every face in the crowd froze. They all saw the fatal flaw. If you couldnʼt win, you still couldnʼt win. No matter how many rebirths you had, youʼd just died a few extra times. More painful, if anything.

Ye Chen paid the outside worldʼs shock no mind. He turned calmly, his gaze falling on the Little Peacock King—who had long since lost any will to fight. Trapped in a battlefield you could enter but not leave, the peacock was on the verge of tears.

Right now, Luo Bingling was thoroughly suppressing him. Though she was only early Third Heaven—lower than the Little Peacock Kingʼs late Third Heaven, she cultivated the Minor Space Technique, her Cave Heaven power incomparably dense. Add the War God Clanʼs innate battle-born physique and peerless combat instinct, and the strength she displayed was simply staggering.

The Little Peacock King, after witnessing Ye Chen catch the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade bare-handed and kill Lu Ya twice in two moves, was utterly terrified. He had no heart left to fight Luo Bingling. He only defended passively with his tri-colored divine light. His mind raced, desperately searching for a way out. He was still young. He had a brilliant future. He still had the divine feathers left by his ancestor to refine. Most importantly, he never wanted to be unable to see his aunt again. In short, he did not want to die.

But the sky battlefieldʼs array was top-tier. Entry was simple; exit was impossible. There was nowhere to run. In his heart, the Little Peacock King cursed the entire Victorious Fighting Ape clan as muscle-brained idiots. Did those monkeys have nothing but biceps for brains? Their Holy Prince was fighting for his life, and they didnʼt even leave a back door? No margin for error at all—absolute morons! Besides cursing the apes, he also cursed Lu Ya with every fiber of his being. Another idiot! Always bragging about that broken Immortal-Slaying Gourd of his.

”One turn and heads roll!”

Yet when it actually turned, it only gave Ye Chen a paper cut. With that level of performance, why the hell did you charge in? You dragged me down with you just so I wouldnʼt lose face alone!

Panic consumed the Little Peacock King. In a moment of distraction, Luo Binglingʼs Kun Peng Treasure Technique smashed into him, sending him flying. The tri-colored divine light was mysterious enough to neutralize most of the damage. It wasnʼt serious.

But in the next heartbeat, a chill ran through his entire body. Because Ye Chen—the man who had toyed with the Holy Prince for three days and ended Lu Ya twice in two moves, a brutality rivaling even the ancient Heavenly Emperor—had turned his gaze upon him.

Panic… real, bone-deep panic!

Luo Bingling sensed Ye Chen was free and immediately stopped attacking. She only frowned at the jade-eyed Yao Yuezhi, her mood souring. It was one thing when she alone she had rushed to support Ye Chen. It was another when two women did. The favor earned wasnʼt the same. Still, her bond with Ye Chen ran deep. She would probably be fine.

Catching Luo Binglingʼs gaze, Yao Yuezhiʼs willow-leaf brows curved, her eyes turning into happy crescents. She waved cutely, smiling brightly.

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Ye Chen narrowed his eyes at the Little Peacock King. He guessed the peacock was related to the previous generationʼs number-one myriad races beauty, the Great Peacock King Yan Ruyu. But Ye Chen held no deep obsession with Yan Ruyu. He wasnʼt the type to show endless mercy just because of a woman. The peacock had entered the battlefield of his own accord—he was an enemy.

Chaos qi flowed in Ye Chenʼs eyes. His Heavy Pupils locked on target. The Little Peacock Kingʼs handsome face stiffened instantly. A crisis of death unlike anything he had ever felt flooded his heart. He knew—if he did nothing. He would die no slower than Lu Ya.

But what could he do? In that split second, inspiration struck. He recalled the rumors of how Yao Yuekong had survived. The image of his auntʼs peerless, nation-toppling beauty flashed through his mind…