Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 695: Why Is Your Head So Pointy?

Mocked again and again by Ye Chen, golden light exploded from the Holy Princeʼs eyes. His Victorious Fighting Ape blood burned even fiercer, battle intent soaring to the heavens, aura vast as the seas.

The black iron staff in his hands whipped through the air, forcing the void itself to wail. His combat skill was at the absolute pinnacle—he could seize any flaw the instant it appeared.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The entire battlefield quaked. Azure light flared endlessly. Chaotic radiance flickered in Ye Chenʼs eyes as well. Each time their staffs clashed, divine beams shot from his pupils, meeting the Holy Prince blow for blow. Both had mastered the Battle Secret to an astonishing degree. This was a duel of pure, ultimate offense. Every onlooker watched with grave expressions, eyes filled with awe.

Clang!

Another collision.

The Holy Princeʼs body shuddered. Golden blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.

Ye Chen saw it instantly. His reaction was lightning-fast. He staggered dramatically, threw his head back, and sprayed a massive mouthful of blood, painting a crimson mist across the sky. Then he fixed the Holy Prince with a solemn, wary look. ”As expected of the Victorious Fighting Ape…”

The Holy Princeʼs golden eyes flushed red with rage. He couldnʼt hold back a furious roar.

”Iʼm going to kill you…”

Golden blood streamed from his lips. His face twisted into something demonic. Eight profound runes ignited around his body, ripping space apart as he charged once more.

The spectatorsʼ expressions grew even stranger. Something was off—the Heavenly Emperor heir was talking way too much today. In the past, he never wasted words on anyone except women. He just slapped them dead. Today, though, he was deliberately spitting blood just to taunt the Holy Prince?

”Does the Holy Prince have history with him besides trash-talking? Did he mess with one of the Heirʼs women or something?”

”Iʼm pretty sure thatʼs it. If it was just insults, the Heir wouldnʼt be acting like this!”

”Donʼt you guys know? One of the geniuses the Holy Prince swallowed alive last time was from the Lan family…”

”Ah, that explains everything. The Heir definitely has feelings for Immortal Maiden Lan Nuo. Even against an enemy, heʼs getting revenge for her…”

The crowd finally pieced it together.

The human spectators all relaxed. Right now, the Heir clearly held the upper hand—he could even afford to mock his opponent.

The myriad races, however, turned ashen. The Holy Prince—the quasi-immortalʼs own son, the one they had pinned all their hopes on… Was he really not measuring up? If even he lost… The myriad races would be utterly humiliated.

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The Holy Prince activated the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art. His physique instantly grew even more terrifying. The Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art was the supreme immortal scripture of the Victorious Fighting Ape clan for forging the body. It granted an indestructible fleshly form; as long as the primordial spirit endured, the body could not be destroyed. It contained countless profound techniques.

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Ye Chen felt almost nothing as the monkeyʼs physical aura skyrocketed. But since he needed to hype up his opponent, he figured he might as well say a few more lines.

So as the Holy Prince charged, Ye Chen raised a brow and exclaimed in open admiration, ”So this is the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art? Truly horrifying—worthy of being the number one body-tempering immortal scripture in the entire cultivation world…”

He paused, then added with innocent curiosity, ”But… why is your head so pointy?”

The stronger the amplification from the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art, the sharper and more conical the skull became. It was supposed to be a mark of power and attainment.

Yet the moment Ye Chen said it out loud, the whole thing sounded… off. Like pure mockery. Killing intent rolled off the Holy Prince in tangible waves.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The two iron staffs clashed again and again. Every impact sent shockwaves that made the onlookers outside the array clutch their chests, hearts nearly bursting from the pressure. One could only imagine the sheer ferocity inside.

The Holy Prince was a monster in close-quarters combat. But even for him, tens of thousands of earth-shattering collisions carried terrifying recoil. No matter how tyrannical his body, after so many exchanges, cracks spider-webbed across his golden-furred arms. He could no longer fully suppress the backlash.

Ye Chen noticed and inwardly sighed. This was getting hard to fake properly. So on the next clash, he deliberately yielded ground and allowed himself to be sent flying.

While soaring backward, he still remembered to shout in awe, ”Your Highnessʼs physique is the most terrifying Iʼve ever seen!”

The Holy Princeʼs face turned pitch black. His arms were on the verge of exploding. Ye Chen hadnʼt a single hair out of place. And now the man voluntarily blasted himself away, as if graciously giving the monkey time to recover. If this wasnʼt humiliation, what was? It meant Ye Chen had never taken him seriously from the start—he was just toying with him.

The spectators shared the exact same thought. Especially that last line. It felt like a dagger straight to the heart. Quite a few empathetic souls were already cringing on the Holy Princeʼs behalf. The Heavenly Emperor heir really was a master of psychological warfare.

”How dare you look down on me… DIE!”

The Holy Prince roared. The wounds on his arms knit shut in an instant. The next moment, his bloodline power detonated. His body surged upward, expanding dramatically. From his original height of barely one meter sixty, he shot up to a full three meters tall. His already oppressive, power-packed frame became downright monstrous. But that was not the end of his transformation.

From the sides of his head, two more identical skulls forced their way out of his shoulders, each facing a different direction. Every head blazed with piercing golden light, eyes like burning suns. Then, from his torso, four additional arms erupted, joining the original pair, each one whipping through the air like a titan python.

At this moment, the Holy Prince looked like an ancient demon god awakened from primordial chaos. All three heads swiveled as one and locked onto Ye Chen with murderous fixation. The pressure was suffocating.

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”Three Heads, Six Arms!”

”No wonder even Quasi-Immortals fear him. Fiery Golden Eyes and now Three Heads, Six Arms… this talent is practically on par with the greatest ancestor of the Victorious Fighting Apes, the Victorious Fighting Buddha!”

”That explains why he lamented not being born in the same era as the Heavenly Emperor.”

”Heʼs really been provoked by the Heirʼs taunting!”

The spectators exploded into discussion.

Prince Lu Yaʼs expression turned ugly. Even the Little Peacock Kingʼs usual arrogance faltered; his gaze grew solemn.

Yao Yuekong raised a brow. ”This monkeyʼs got some serious stuff. One punch from him now could probably kill me! But the Heir is still completely at ease. He hasnʼt even used the Multiplier Secret yet, and heʼs never once taken the initiative. So yeah, the Holy Prince has something, but… he still needs more training!”

Yao Yuekong was already certain the monkey was doomed.

Beside him, Yao Yuezhiʼs eyes sparkled as she stared at Ye Chen. ”Three Heads, Six Arms is said to triple physical power. Offense and defense become one. Three heads and six arms can unleash completely different killing moves simultaneously. Itʼs terrifying. If the Heir can still toy with him like this… then once his cultivation rises further, he really might not fear that Celestial Prince in the future.”

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