Immortality Starts With Investment Chapter 701: Double Kill

An aura that defied description blazed from Ye Chen as he charged. He was a completely different individual compared to when he faced the Holy Prince, a truth that Prince Lu Ya found unbearable. He nearly cried out, "You didn't fight the Holy Prince like this!"

Lu Ya had no intention of engaging directly and immediately attempted to flee. His body erupted into radiant Golden Crow flames as he shot backward. However, the confines of the sky battlefield offered little room for escape. Entry was simple; departure was another matter entirely. Where could he possibly run?

In the blink of an eye, Ye Chen was upon him again. Before Lu Ya's shocked, disbelieving, and deeply regretful eyes, a peerless Heavenly Emperor Fist descended.

While Lu Ya's combat prowess was comparable to the Holy Prince's, his physical constitution was vastly inferior. Facing this single Heavenly Emperor Fist, Lu Ya felt an overwhelming suppression. His primordial spirit quaked, leaving him with no choice but to meet the attack head-on. All his Qi surged forth, augmented by the power of his Cave Heaven, as a torrent of defensive arts was unleashed. He desperately hoped to withstand this single blow, but his hopes were in vain.

Ye Chen, facing the very individual who had disrupted his three-day acting masterpiece, held nothing back. His intention was to obliterate the bird in one strike. Few cultivators below the Mahayana Third Heaven could survive such a full-powered assault from Ye Chen, and Lu Ya was certainly not among them.

The very next moment, everything before Ye Chen disintegrated. Countless defensive arts turned to dust, and his entire being exploded in a tempest of blood and fire.

A profound silence engulfed the battlefield. Even Yao Yuezhi recoiled in astonishment, her jade-green eyes wide with disbelief. A subtle trace of adoration, which she failed to conceal, shimmered within them.

Ye Chen cast a sideways glance at her. Perceiving the look in her eyes, he offered a smile. This girl was indeed intriguing. Her acting skills alone far surpassed Luo Bingling's, almost rivaling his own.

Ye Chen was about to utter a few words when he suddenly raised an eyebrow, his gaze shifting toward the location where Lu Ya had exploded.

Amidst the lingering bloody mist, the cry of a Golden Crow pierced the heavens. Immense essence spirit qi surged, vast and tumultuous. The divine flames of the Golden Crow blazed in the void, imbued with the aura of rebirth.

Prince Lu Ya's form slowly began to reconstitute itself. He possessed the miraculous ability to be reborn from fire, explaining his considerable reputation. The bird indeed had a few tricks up its sleeve.

However, Ye Chen's brow merely flickered for a moment before his expression settled back into calm indifference. What if he could be reborn? Ye Chen would simply end him again. After all, he wasn't a Saiyan who grew stronger with each demise.

From Ye Chen's chest, endless tribulation light erupted. A Hand of Heavenly Retribution—a manifestation of divine punishment, terrifying beyond measure—slammed downward.

Lu Ya, still in the process of rebirth, barely managed to open his beak. Before he could initiate any action, he once more exploded in utter despair. The Hand of Heaven possessed unimaginable destructive power, laced with the essence of annihilation. When the colossal palm vanished, nothing remained—no divine flames, no surging essence—only an empty void.

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Ye Chen had intentionally preserved Lu Ya's soul and origin source. With an indifferent sweep of his sleeve, he gathered them. The numerous spectators were rendered utterly silent.

Witnessing Ye Chen obliterate Lu Ya with a single strike, the onlookers finally grasped the truth. This was his genuine strength; all prior actions had been merely him toying with the beast. When Lu Ya first revived, many had felt a pang of envy. To be reduced to near oblivion yet instantly reborn—who wouldn't desire such an ability? But in the very next moment, Lu Ya perished again.

Every face in the crowd froze. They all recognized the fatal flaw: if you couldn't win, you simply couldn't win. No matter how many rebirths you had, you would only die a few extra times, which was arguably more agonizing.

Ye Chen paid no heed to the shock reverberating through the outside world. He turned calmly, his gaze settling upon the Little Peacock King—who had long since lost any desire to fight. Trapped on a battlefield from which egress was impossible, the peacock was on the verge of tears.

At this very moment, Luo Bingling was completely overwhelming him. Despite being only in the early Third Heaven, a level below the Little Peacock King's late Third Heaven, she cultivated the Minor Space Technique. Her Cave Heaven power was incredibly dense, coupled with the War God Clan's innate battle-born physique and unparalleled combat instinct. The strength she displayed was simply astonishing.

The Little Peacock King, utterly terrified after witnessing Ye Chen catch the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade with his bare hands and defeat Lu Ya twice in two moves, lost all will to fight Luo Bingling. He resorted to a passive defense with his tri-colored divine light, his mind desperately seeking an escape route. He was still young, with a bright future ahead, and still possessed divine feathers from his ancestor to refine. Most importantly, he never wanted to be separated from his aunt again. Above all, he simply did not wish to die.

However, the sky battlefield's array was top-tier. While entry was simple, exit was impossible, leaving nowhere to run. Internally, the Little Peacock King cursed the entire Victorious Fighting Ape clan as mindless idiots. Did those monkeys possess nothing but brawn? Their Holy Prince was fighting for his life, and they didn't even leave a backdoor? Absolutely no margin for error—complete morons! Beyond cursing the apes, he also cursed Lu Ya with every fiber of his being. Another idiot! Always boasting about that useless Immortal-Slaying Gourd of his.

"One turn and heads roll!"

Yet, when it actually spun, it only managed a mere paper cut on Ye Chen. With such pathetic performance, why did you even charge in? You dragged me down with you just so I wouldn't lose face alone!

Overwhelmed by panic, the Little Peacock King faltered. In that moment of distraction, Luo Bingling's Kun Peng Treasure Technique struck him, sending him flying. The tri-colored divine light, mysterious as it was, managed to neutralize most of the impact, so it wasn't a serious injury.

But in the very next moment, an icy chill coursed through his entire body. This was because Ye Chen—the man who had toyed with the Holy Prince for three days and defeated Lu Ya twice in two moves, a brutality that rivaled even the ancient Heavenly Emperor—had now fixed his gaze upon him.

Panic… true, bone-chilling panic!

Sensing Ye Chen was now free, Luo Bingling immediately ceased her attack. She merely frowned at the jade-eyed Yao Yuezhi, her mood souring. It was one thing for her alone to rush to Ye Chen's support, but quite another when two women did. The favor earned wouldn't be the same. Still, her bond with Ye Chen was deep; she figured she would likely be fine.

Meeting Luo Bingling's gaze, Yao Yuezhi's willow-leaf brows curved upwards, her eyes transforming into happy crescents. She waved cutely, a bright smile gracing her features.

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Ye Chen narrowed his eyes, observing the Little Peacock King. He surmised the peacock was related to the previous generation's foremost beauty among the myriad races, the Great Peacock King Yan Ruyu. However, Ye Chen harbored no deep obsession with Yan Ruyu. He was not the type to show endless mercy simply because of a woman. The peacock had entered the battlefield of its own volition—it was an enemy.

Chaos qi surged within Ye Chen's eyes. His Heavy Pupils locked onto the target. The Little Peacock King's handsome face instantly froze. A life-threatening crisis, unlike anything he had ever experienced, flooded his heart. He knew—if he did nothing. His demise would be no slower than Lu Ya's.

But what could he possibly do? In that split second, an idea struck him. He recalled the rumors about how Yao Yuekong had survived. The image of his aunt's peerless, nation-toppling beauty flashed through his mind…