Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 695: Why Is Your Head So Pointy?

Ye Chen's relentless taunts ignited the Holy Prince, causing a surge of golden light to erupt from his eyes. The might of his Victorious Fighting Ape bloodline intensified, fueling a battle intent that ascended towards the heavens, its aura as vast and boundless as the ocean.

His formidable black iron staff swept through the air, eliciting a mournful cry from the very void. He possessed combat prowess at the absolute zenith, capable of identifying and exploiting any opening the instant it manifested.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entirety of the battlefield trembled under the impact of their blows. Azure light blazed relentlessly, while chaotic radiance flickered within Ye Chen's own eyes. With every clash of their staffs, divine beams erupted from his pupils, meeting the Holy Prince's onslaught head-on. Bothcombatants demonstrated an astonishing mastery of their Battle Secret, engaging in a duel characterized by pure, ultimate offense. Every spectator watched with solemn expressions, their eyes reflecting sheer awe.

Clang!

Another resounding collision echoed.

The Holy Prince's body recoiled violently. A trickle of golden blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Chen, perceiving this development instantaneously, reacted with lightning speed. Feigning a stagger, he dramatically threw his head back and expelled a prodigious mouthful of blood, splashing a crimson mist across the sky. He then fixed the Holy Prince with a somber, cautious gaze, remarking, "As one would expect from the Victorious Fighting Ape…"

The Holy Prince's golden eyes burned with a furious, crimson intensity. A guttural roar of pure rage escaped his lips.

"I shall obliterate you…"

Golden blood continued to stream from his mouth, his countenance contorting into a grotesque visage. Eight profound runes flared into existence around his form, tearing through space itself as he launched himself forward once more.

The onlookers' expressions shifted, tinged with a growing sense of bewilderment. Something felt amiss—the Heavenly Emperor heir was unusually verbose today. In the past, he rarely wasted words on anyone save for women, typically dispatching opponents with a single strike. Today, however, he seemed to be deliberately spewing blood, employing it as a tactic to further provoke the Holy Prince.

"Is there some history between the Holy Prince and him beyond mere verbal sparring? Did he perhaps interfere with one of the Heir's consorts?"

"I'm quite certain that's the case. If it were merely a matter of insults, the Heir wouldn't be exhibiting such behavior!"

"Are you unaware? One of the prodigies the Holy Prince consumed alive during their last encounter hailed from the Lan family…"

"Ah, that elucidates everything. The Heir undoubtedly harbors affections for the Immortal Maiden Lan Nuo. Even in the face of an adversary, he is now seeking retribution on her behalf…"

The assembled crowd finally began to piece together the underlying narrative.

The human spectators collectively relaxed, perceiving that the Heir was clearly in command of the situation—he even possessed the luxury of mocking his opponent. Conversely, the myriad races grew pale. The Holy Prince, son of a quasi-immortal, the very one upon whom they had placed their ultimate hopes… Was he truly falling short? If even he were to be defeated… the myriad races would face unparalleled humiliation.

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The Holy Prince initiated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. His physical form immediately assumed an even more formidable presence. This technique represented the supreme immortal scripture of the Victorious Fighting Ape clan for body cultivation, bestowing an indestructible physical body. So long as the primordial spirit remained intact, the body was impervious to destruction. The scripture contained an innumerable array of profound techniques.

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Ye Chen registered little actual impact as the ape-like being's physical aura surged to unprecedented heights. However, deeming it necessary to amplify the spectacle for his opponent, he decided to deliver a few more lines.

Thus, as the Holy Prince advanced, Ye Chen raised an eyebrow and exclaimed with feigned admiration, "So, this is the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art? Truly formidable—worthy of its reputation as the foremost body-tempering immortal scripture in the entirety of the cultivation world…"

He paused, then added with an air of feigned innocence and curiosity, "But… why is your head so pointily shaped?"

The greater the amplification achieved through the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, the sharper and more conical the skull would become, a perceived mark of power and accomplishment. Yet, the instant Ye Chen voiced this observation, the comment seemed to carry a subtly mocking undertone. Tangible waves of killing intent radiated from the Holy Prince.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two iron staffs continued their relentless exchange, each impact unleashing shockwaves that caused onlookers positioned outside the protective array to clutch their chests, their hearts pounding from the sheer pressure. One could only surmise the inferno of ferocity unleashed within the engagement zone.

The Holy Prince was a terrifying force in close-quarters combat. Nevertheless, even for him, tens of thousands of earth-shattering collisions generated an immense and formidable recoil. Regardless of the tyranny of his physical form, after such an extended series of exchanges, fine cracks began to spiderweb across his golden-furred arms. He found himself increasingly unable to fully mitigate the punishing backlash.

Ye Chen keenly observed this, sighing internally. Maintaining the charade was becoming increasingly taxing. Consequently, during the ensuing clash, he deliberately conceded ground, allowing himself to be propelled backward.

While airborne in his forced retreat, he still remembered to project his voice in admiration, "Your Highness's physique is the most terrifying I have ever borne witness to!"

The Holy Prince's countenance became as dark as night, his arms on the precipice of shattering. Ye Chen, however, remained entirely unscathed. Now, the Holy Prince had self-inflicted a forceful retreat, almost as if he were granting the simian opponent a moment to recuperate. Was this not the height of humiliation? It clearly indicated that Ye Chen had never regarded him as a serious contender, merely toying with him.

The assembled onlookers shared this exact sentiment. That final remark, in particular, struck a deep chord, feeling like a blade plunged directly into their hearts. A significant number of those with empathetic natures were already wincing in sympathetic pain for the Holy Prince. The Heir to the Heavenly Emperor was undeniably a master strategist in psychological warfare.

"You dare to scorn me… PERISH!"

The Holy Prince bellowed in fury. The injuries marring his arms vanished instantly as they knitted shut. In the subsequent moment, the power of his bloodline erupted. His form surged skyward, expanding at an astonishing rate. From his original stature of a mere meter and sixty centimeters, he swelled to a formidable three meters in height. His already imposing and power-laden physique transformed into something truly monstrous. Yet, this was not the culmination of his metamorphosis.

From the sides of his head, two additional, identical skulls forcefully emerged from his shoulders, each oriented in a distinct direction. Every head emanated a piercing golden luminescence, their eyes burning like miniature suns. Subsequently, four more arms burst forth from his torso, joining the original pair, each limb whipping through the air with the sinuous power of a colossal serpent.

In this transformed state, the Holy Prince bore the terrifying semblance of an ancient demon god, roused from the depths of primordial chaos. All three heads simultaneously swiveled, fixing their murderous gaze upon Ye Chen with unyielding intensity. The oppressive aura radiating from him was nearly unbearable.

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"Three Heads, Six Arms!"

"No wonder even Quasi-Immortals hold him in fear. Fiery Golden Eyes and now Three Heads, Six Arms… such innate talent is virtually on par with the lineage of the most revered ancestor of the Victorious Fighting Apes, the legendary Victorious Fighting Buddha!"

"It becomes clear why he once lamented not being born within the same epoch as the Heavenly Emperor."

"He has truly been goaded by the Heir's taunting words!"

A wave of excited discussion erupted amongst the spectators.

Prince Lu Ya's expression soured considerably. Even the typically arrogant Little Peacock King's composure faltered, his gaze becoming notably grave.

Yao Yuekong arched an eyebrow. "This simian possesses formidable capabilities. A single strike from him in this state could likely dispatch me! However, the Heir remains completely unfazed. He hasn't even employed the Multiplier Secret technique yet, nor has he initiated any offense. So yes, while the Holy Prince exhibits power, he undeniably requires further refinement!"

Yao Yuekong was now entirely convinced of the monkey's impending defeat.

Beside him, Yao Yuezhi's eyes gleamed with fascination as she observed Ye Chen. "The Three Heads, Six Arms ability is reputed to triple one's physical might, seamlessly merging offense and defense. With three heads and six arms, one can execute entirely distinct annihilation techniques concurrently, a truly terrifying prospect. If the Heir can continue to toy with him in this manner… then once his own cultivation advances further, he might genuinely cease to fear that Celestial Prince in the future."

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