Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 696: Super Saiyan Monkey!

Every onlooker was left gaping in utter speechlessness by the Holy Prince's apocalyptic transformation. Ye Chen himself merely lifted an eyebrow. Three Heads, Six Arms—honestly, that form was undeniably cool. The sheer pressure emanating from it was quite impressive.

Thus, he adopted an expression of pure astonishment and shouted, "I never fathomed you possessed such a trump card! For the very first time, I truly sense the chilling hand of death. And goodness, all three of your heads are remarkably pointy! The absolute terror of it! Holy Prince, your might is, without a doubt, beyond all description!"

His taunts, sharp and biting, continued to pour forth. The Holy Prince completely lost his grip. All three of his heads let out a simultaneous roar, a sound that reverberated through the heavens and shook the very earth. Then, transforming into a destructive primordial demon god, he charged directly at Ye Chen, his unleashed power carrying the potential to obliterate entire worlds…

With the Three Heads and Six Arms technique unleashed, the Holy Prince had indeed become a far more fearsome entity. His physical prowess surged dramatically; each subsequent blow now carried an unfathomable weight. Even Ye Chen, in his heart, offered a silent nod of approval. Excellent. Now he wouldn't have to fret about accidentally dispatching the monkey prematurely should he falter for even a fleeting moment.

Furthermore, the Holy Prince's divine abilities and combat techniques were nothing short of ferocious. His additional four arms moved with relentless fury, launching fists toward Ye Chen from angles that defied comprehension. They seamlessly wove the intricate patterns of the Battle Secret art with the formidable True Dragon Treasure Technique, manifesting one world-ending killing technique after another. His three sets of eyes were utilized to their absolute maximum. As his body spun with incredible velocity, six Fiery Golden Eyes unleashed continuous beams of golden light, transforming the very air into a deadly, intricate lacework of lasers.

At this juncture, the Holy Prince bore a striking resemblance to a colossal golden gyroscope, generating miniature hurricanes through sheer, unadulterated speed. The shadows of his staff, the phantom images of his fists, and the ethereal forms of his devastating techniques overlapped in an unending cascade. A relentless tempest of pure destruction descended upon Ye Chen.

The spectators positioned outside could only stare in bated awe. Utterly terrifying! It was as if one were facing three supreme masters simultaneously. How could any mortal possibly emerge victorious from such an onslaught?

For a fleeting moment, a flicker of revitalized hope surged through the anxious myriad races gathered. The Holy Prince could prevail! However, with swiftness that belied their brief elation, their faces once again fell into despair…

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Ye Chen determined that a direct, brute-force confrontation was suboptimal. The monkey was employing an attack pattern of incredible frenetic intensity. He needed to project an image of being pushed to his limits. Consequently, he activated his Minor Space Technique. The fabric of space around him began to collapse in successive layers. Each instance of spatial collapse effectively consumed a divine ability or deflected a physical assault. This was, by all accounts, an exceptionally demanding maneuver.

Yet, Ye Chen's proficiency with the Minor Space Technique had long ago ascended to the absolute zenith. He simply stood his ground, utterly unmoving. With every subtle ripple of the collapsing space, each incoming attack dissolved into the void, ceasing to exist. The Holy Prince's three heads displayed progressively more savage and contorted expressions.

Ye Chen mused that it was time to utter a few words. His countenance assumed a dramatic pallor as he exclaimed, feigning sheer astonishment, "Three Heads, Six Arms… truly a horrifying display… to think you could actually push me into such a dire predicament…"

However, after voicing these words, Ye Chen felt it was still insufficient. Merely praising himself felt… incomplete. He believed it was imperative to grant the monkey an opportunity to boast about his accomplishments. This, he considered, was the hallmark of true emotional intelligence. The pinnacle of theatrical performance.

Therefore, with an air of utmost solemnity, Ye Chen posed the question, "Holy Prince, might I inquire why your heads seem to have acquired an even sharper pointiness?"

Earlier, on his journey to this location, the Holy Master had expounded upon the profound mysteries of the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art with meticulous detail. It was understood that the more acute the point of a head, the greater the cultivator's attainment. This was the second time he had posed this specific query. He was, in essence, providing the monkey with a perfectly crafted stage upon which to display his prowess. Despite this, the Holy Prince directly opposite him clenched his fangs together with such force that an audible squeak was produced.

Every iota of his full-powered assault had been nonchalantly neutralized without Ye Chen making even the slightest physical exertion. He was already incandescent with fury, beyond any semblance of control. And now, this insufferable brat was openly ridiculing him for his perceived lack of proper cultivation in the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art!

The Holy Prince finally shattered any remaining facade of composure. All six of his arms pounded downwards in a chaotic frenzy while all three of his mouths emitted a torrent of incoherent, guttural roars, "Kill you—kill you—"

Ye Chen's expression soured infinitesimally. This monkey, he lamented inwardly, truly lacked any semblance of emotional intelligence. He had been meticulously laying the groundwork to hype the opponent up, and the creature still threw an unseemly tantrum. Did he possess some latent Super Saiyan genetic trait, perhaps?

Outside the arena, the assembled spectators fell into an absolute, profound silence. None had anticipated that the heir of the Heavenly Emperor would maintain such an unflappable composure, even when confronted with the formidable Three Heads, Six Arms technique. His pointed barbs and taunts had not diminished in the slightest.

The fragile pride that the myriad races' most gifted prodigies had painstakingly mustered moments before crumbled once more into dust. The Holy Prince had been compelled to reveal such a supreme divine ability as Three Heads, Six Arms… and even that proved insufficient. The Holy Prince… might genuinely be facing his final moments.

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The monkey rapidly regained a semblance of composure and fixed Ye Chen with a deathly glare. The imposing stone stele positioned above his head suddenly shot forward, radiating a profound, luminous light that enveloped Ye Chen completely. A mysterious and potent energy began to descend upon him.

For a moment, Ye Chen perceived the world around him decelerate to a crawl. It felt as though his own temporal flow had been drastically slowed, while the Holy Prince's had been significantly expedited.

Ye Chen's perception of the stele shifted immediately. The Stasis Secret, it seemed, possessed genuine capabilities. He resolved to acquire it shortly—he could not permit this rampaging primate to shatter it.

Despite the marvel of this power, Ye Chen understood that with a single surge from his Indestructible Scripture, or even from his nascent Primordial Chaos Supreme Body, he could effortlessly dismiss it. Nevertheless, he chose not to act. His intention was to observe the monkey's subsequent movements.

Perceiving Ye Chen as “immobilized†and incapable of thwarting his impending transformation, the Holy Prince threw his three immense heads back and issued a primal roar towards the heavens. Although it was the height of day, the radiant sun appeared to be overshadowed by the sheer force of that cry.

A full moon materialized in the sky. An immeasurable quantity of moonlight converged, akin to a celestial river descending from the highest heavens, cascading upon the Holy Prince's form in a silvery torrent.

Every spectator, regardless of their prior excitement, eagerness, disappointment, or apprehension, witnessed an immediate alteration in their expressions. They all grasped the significance of the unfolding events.

“The Holy Prince's bloodline… is it truly this unadulterated?â€

“The Primordial Demonic Ape possessed the ability to rend true dragons asunder and consume phoenixes. It was a fearsome divine beast of the Immortal Domain. It is whispered that the Victorious Fighting Apes inherited its lineage…â€

“Beyond comprehension. His blood vitality is so potent that he can actually awaken the might of the Primordial Demonic Ape?â€

“The sole vulnerability of the Demonic Ape transformation lies in the temporary loss of control experienced by the user during the change, their consciousness briefly clouding over. However, the Holy Prince has employed the Stasis Secret stele to restrain the Heir…â€

A wave of astonishment rippled through the assembled crowd. At this precise juncture, a palpable solemnity descended upon all present.

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