Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 652: The Heavenly Emperor's Heir Gone Soft?

A hush fell over the battlefield. Every eye was fixed on Ye Chen, filled with incredulity and shock. Eight esteemed prodigies had ganged up on him, yet it appeared as though he was the one surrounding them.

The Heavenly Emperor's heir remained seated, his right hand still resting on the waist of the breathtaking beauty beside him. With a single hand, he manipulated techniques and cosmic laws, instantly dispatching seven of his assailants.

It was unfathomable. He was only at the First Heaven realm, a level below them. Yet, he seemed to operate on a plane far superior. Was this generation's Heavenly Emperor's heir simply too monstrous? It wasn't that he was the Emperor's heir—the Emperor himself was his heir!

Luo Bingling, seated beside him, stared with her mouth agape, utterly astonished. She had prepared herself for a harrowing battle, expecting injuries. Yet, before she could even rise, Ye Chen had annihilated the prodigies in the blink of an eye. Sitting by his side, had she forged any true connection? With him having eliminated all threats, would the act of gifting the Space Divine Stone even hold significance? And the most pressing question: why was he this overwhelmingly powerful?

Her mind raced. She had previously perceived him as strong, but ostentatious. Now, she understood—he wasn't merely putting on a display. His might was genuine.

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Ye Chen paid no mind to the stunned reactions. Having dispatched seven opponents, he did not hesitate, unleashing a potent Heavenly Emperor Fist. The punch carried world-shattering force. Yao Yuekong's colossal demon god shadow, which possessed the power to crush everything, descended. However, Ye Chen's fist met it head-on, piercing straight through.

The formidable power of Reincarnation utterly annihilated the shadow. Yao Yuekong, standing in the distance, suffered cracks across his bronze, dragon-like physique. Blood poured forth, and he appeared on the verge of disintegration. Yet, his body proved exceptionally resilient, as a verdant life aura bloomed above, instantly mending all his injuries.

All gazes shifted towards him. He was the sole survivor of Ye Chen's barrage that day. But that was it. Even if he could withstand a single blow, how many more could he endure?

His demise seemed inevitable. His face drained of color, his eyes flickered with a mixture of despair and defiance. He understood his fate was sealed, likely mirroring that of Ba Wang and the other seven. However, he had no desire to perish. Born with deficiencies due to internal clan power struggles, his parents had dedicated centuries to rectifying his condition, paving his path to becoming a prodigy. His journey was a testament to immense effort and sacrifice. To fall at the Second Heaven? He could not accept such an end.

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Yao Yuekong sensed the chaotic Qi swirling within Ye Chen's Heavy Pupils, gathering a terrifying destructive energy. With a bitter smile, he spoke, "Heavenly Emperor's heir, it was the Feather Transformation Divine Body and other Central Continent human prodigies who pursued your allies. I encountered your senior brother, Hua Yunfei, the heir of the Moral Heavenly Venerable. I struck but once, intending a fair contest, and ceased when I witnessed others pursuing him. You alone are worthy of my siege. No one else. We harbor no profound animosity! Can you grant me clemency? The Heavenly Demon Clan will provide substantial compensation!"

Ye Chen's expression remained impassive. Even if Yao Yuekong had not targeted his allies, the fact that he had participated in two sieges against him was grounds for death. Furthermore, with the human prodigies who had attacked him now deceased, would sparing a myriad-races demon after a mere plea be perceived favorably? What would others think?

In both his lifetimes, Ye Chen harbored a deep disdain for those who were severe with their own kind yet lenient towards outsiders. Yao Yuekong was doomed.

Observing Ye Chen's unyielding stance, with crimson divine light coalescing in his right eye, poised to strike, Yao Yuekong maintained his dignity. He offered no further pleas. He could face death, but not bring disgrace upon his clan.

"I possess a twin sister, endowed with a perfect Heavenly Demon Body, far more gifted than myself in my deficient state, already at the half-Saint level. My aunt, a Saint King from the Peacock Royal Clan, was once hailed as the foremost immortal among the myriad races…"

Before he could complete his words, Ye Chen's fearsome divine light ]shot forth.

Yao Yuekong ceased speaking, emitting a sigh.

Naturally—Ye Chen, a being of such caliber, would not succumb to fear of reprisal. Closing his eyes, he prepared for death. But then, his eyes snapped open. The divine light, mere moments from impact, veered at a sharp angle, striking into the surrounding crowd. It obliterated a Second Heaven cultivator, reducing him to fragments.

Yao Yuekong stood frozen in astonishment.

The assembled crowd erupted. Did the spectacle itself cause someone's death? Was the Heavenly Emperor's heir now indiscriminately slaughtering everyone?

Onlookers scrambled to flee, fearing Ye Chen's murderous intent might randomly select more "fortunate" targets. Eliminating top prodigies was akin to culling chickens. Dispatching these bystanders? Even simpler.

A faint smile touched Ye Chen's lips as he explained, "He pursued my senior brother. I observed it within a recording stone…"

A collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd. It wasn't a random act! However, several figures turned ashen, employing secret techniques to escape. None could evade Ye Chen's retribution. From afar, infused with the potent laws of the Fight Secret, a strike eliminated them. He then seized three cultivators whose minds were remarkably resilient, believing they had escaped, crushing them with effortless might. Only then did Ye Chen retract his hand, his terrifying aura receding.

The slaughter of Mahayana cultivators left everyone stunned, their gazes shifting in bewilderment to Yao Yuekong, who still stood. He wasn't deceased? Had the Heavenly Emperor's successor ceased his assault? Was he showing mercy?

Mercy was unheard of from him towards any male cultivator. Could it be... Their eyes widened in utter disbelief as they recollected Yao Yuekong's final pronouncement.

A dazed Yao Yuekong seemed to grasp a realization, his lips quivering. Had his incomplete threat inadvertently sown a seed of misinterpretation?