ISWI Chapter 701-702

Chapter 701: Double Kill

At this moment, Ye Chen charged forward with an aura so terrifying it defied description. Compared to how he had fought the Holy Prince, he was an entirely different person. This made it impossible for Prince Lu Ya to accept. He even wanted to scream, "You didn't fight the Holy Prince like this!"

Lu Ya had no desire to clash head-on. He instantly tried to flee. His body erupted into a blazing mass of Golden Crow flames and shot backward. But the sky battlefield was only so large. Entering was easy; leaving was another story. Where could he possibly escape to?

In the next heartbeat, Ye Chen caught up. Under Lu Ya's shocked, incredulous, and deeply regretful gaze, a peerless Heavenly Emperor Fist descended.

Lu Ya's combat strength was not much inferior to the Holy Prince's. But in terms of physique, he was far, far weaker. Facing this single Heavenly Emperor Fist, Lu Ya felt everything about him suppressed. His primordial spirit trembled. He could only meet it head-on. All his Qi surged forth alongside the power of his Cave Heaven. Countless defensive arts poured out in a torrent. He prayed he could withstand this one strike. But he was dreaming.

Ye Chen faced the very culprit who had ruined his three-day acting masterpiece. He held nothing back—he wanted the bird dead in one blow. Against Ye Chen's full-powered strike, few below the Mahayana Third Heaven could survive. And Lu Ya was clearly not among them.

The next instant, everything in front of Ye Chen shattered. Countless defensive arts crumbled into nothingness. His entire body exploded in a storm of blood and flame.

The entire battlefield fell deathly silent. Even Yao Yuezhi retreated in shock, staring at Ye Chen with wide eyes. Those jade-green pupils brimmed with disbelief. And a trace of worship she tried—and failed—to hide completely.

Ye Chen glanced sideways at her. Catching that look in her eyes, he smiled. This girl… was interesting. Her acting alone far surpassed Luo Bingling's. She could almost rival him.

Ye Chen had been about to say a word or two. But then he raised a brow and looked toward the spot where Lu Ya had exploded.

Amidst the endless bloody mist, a Golden Crow's cry pierced the heavens. Boundless essence spirit qi surged, vast and turbulent. Golden Crow's divine flames burned in the void, carrying the aura of rebirth.

Prince Lu Ya's figure slowly reformed. He actually possessed the ability to be reborn from fire. No wonder he had such a reputation. The bird really did have some tricks.

Yet Ye Chen only raised a brow for a moment before his expression returned to calm indifference. So what if he could rebirth? He'd just kill him again. It wasn't like he was a Saiyan who grew stronger with every death.

Endless tribulation light detonated from Ye Chen's chest. A hand of heavenly retribution—terrifying beyond measure, as though divine punishment itself had manifested—slammed downward.

Lu Ya, still midway through rebirth, barely opened his beak. Before he could do anything, he exploded once more in utter despair. The Hand of Heaven was unimaginably destructive, laced with the power of annihilation. When the colossal palm faded, nothing remained. No divine flames, no surging essence—just empty void.

Ye Chen had deliberately spared Lu Ya's soul and origin source. With an indifferent sweep of his sleeve, he collected everything. The countless onlookers fell deathly silent.

Watching Ye Chen obliterate Lu Ya with a single strike, everyone finally understood. This was his true strength. Everything before had been him playing with the monkey. When Lu Ya first revived, many had felt a twinge of envy. To be reduced to near-nothingness and yet instantly reborn—who wouldn't want that ability? But the very next moment, Lu Ya died again.

Every face in the crowd froze. They all saw the fatal flaw. If you couldn't win, you still couldn't win. No matter how many rebirths you had, you'd just died a few extra times. More painful, if anything.

Ye Chen paid the outside world's shock no mind. He turned calmly, his gaze falling on the Little Peacock King—who had long since lost any will to fight. Trapped in a battlefield you could enter but not leave, the peacock was on the verge of tears.

Right now, Luo Bingling was thoroughly suppressing him. Though she was only early Third Heaven—lower than the Little Peacock King's late Third Heaven, she cultivated the Minor Space Technique, her Cave Heaven power incomparably dense. Add the War God Clan's innate battle-born physique and peerless combat instinct, and the strength she displayed was simply staggering.

The Little Peacock King, after witnessing Ye Chen catch the Immortal-Slaying Flying Blade bare-handed and kill Lu Ya twice in two moves, was utterly terrified. He had no heart left to fight Luo Bingling. He only defended passively with his tri-colored divine light. His mind raced, desperately searching for a way out. He was still young. He had a brilliant future. He still had the divine feathers left by his ancestor to refine. Most importantly, he never wanted to be unable to see his aunt again. In short, he did not want to die.

But the sky battlefield's array was top-tier. Entry was simple; exit was impossible. There was nowhere to run. In his heart, the Little Peacock King cursed the entire Victorious Fighting Ape clan as muscle-brained idiots. Did those monkeys have nothing but biceps for brains? Their Holy Prince was fighting for his life, and they didn't even leave a back door? No margin for error at all—absolute morons! Besides cursing the apes, he also cursed Lu Ya with every fiber of his being. Another idiot! Always bragging about that broken Immortal-Slaying Gourd of his.

"One turn and heads roll!"

Yet when it actually turned, it only gave Ye Chen a paper cut. With that level of performance, why the hell did you charge in? You dragged me down with you just so I wouldn't lose face alone!

Panic consumed the Little Peacock King. In a moment of distraction, Luo Bingling's Kun Peng Treasure Technique smashed into him, sending him flying. The tri-colored divine light was mysterious enough to neutralize most of the damage. It wasn't serious.

But in the next heartbeat, a chill ran through his entire body. Because Ye Chen—the man who had toyed with the Holy Prince for three days and ended Lu Ya twice in two moves, a brutality rivaling even the ancient Heavenly Emperor—had turned his gaze upon him.

Panic… real, bone-deep panic!

Luo Bingling sensed Ye Chen was free and immediately stopped attacking. She only frowned at the jade-eyed Yao Yuezhi, her mood souring. It was one thing when she alone she had rushed to support Ye Chen. It was another when two women did. The favor earned wasn't the same. Still, her bond with Ye Chen ran deep. She would probably be fine.

Catching Luo Bingling's gaze, Yao Yuezhi's willow-leaf brows curved, her eyes turning into happy crescents. She waved cutely, smiling brightly.

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Ye Chen narrowed his eyes at the Little Peacock King. He guessed the peacock was related to the previous generation's number-one myriad races beauty, the Great Peacock King Yan Ruyu. But Ye Chen held no deep obsession with Yan Ruyu. He wasn't the type to show endless mercy just because of a woman. The peacock had entered the battlefield of his own accord—he was an enemy.

Chaos qi flowed in Ye Chen's eyes. His Heavy Pupils locked on target. The Little Peacock King's handsome face stiffened instantly. A crisis of death unlike anything he had ever felt flooded his heart. He knew—if he did nothing. He would die no slower than Lu Ya.

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

Chapter 702: Becoming the Very Person He Once Despised!

Just as destructive light flickered in Ye Chen's eyes and the aura of death descended, the Little Peacock King instantly transmitted his voice: "Uncle, spare my life…"

That single word made Ye Chen's brow twitch. But immediately after, a cold smile curved his lips. Did he really think calling him "uncle" would let him escape death?

These days, Ye Chen no longer desperately needed high-multiplier women. After all, today had produced a very sensible five-thousand-times beauty in Yao Yuezhi. And the Chaos Body Yan Qingcheng, the pinnacle constitution in the cultivation world, could also crit.

By comparison, even if that Saint King Yan Ruyu had been the previous generation's number-one myriad races beauty, Ye Chen estimated she was only around six thousand times. Having her would be nice. But not having her? He wouldn't lose sleep over it. Letting Yao Yuekong live had been a whim. But if he let the Little Peacock King go for the same reason, once word got out, wouldn't everyone really believe he was a hopeless womanizer with no bottom line?

Thus, his killing intent did not waver in the slightest. The annihilating light in his eyes was already gathering. The Little Peacock King had already felt heartbroken just from calling him "uncle." Seeing it was useless, he shuddered violently. Under the threat of death, he hurriedly continued transmitting: "Uncle, I only entered the battlefield because the clan elders ordered it. The elders believe the Golden Age has arrived. Even Aunt has a chance at the one and only slot to immortality. So they want Aunt to pair with a supreme genius. They selected many candidates. But the moment I saw you in person, I was stunned. How can there be such a powerful man in this world? You and Aunt are truly a match made in heaven. When I return, I will tell the elders to discard all other candidates. Only you, uncle, are worthy of my aunt!

"Aunt is a peerless beauty, pure and unsullied, with five-colored divine feathers said to rival our ancestor's. But there's one thing outsiders don't know. Deep in her origin essence, besides the five-colored feathers, there are two more colors—very faint, unable to fully manifest. The elders all believe that when Aunt reaches Quasi-Immortal and begins to excavate her bloodline divine troves, she will awaken the remaining two feathers and possess seven-colored divine light. If that's true, Aunt will surpass our ancestor. Uncle, you are indeed the strongest since time immemorial, but Aunt may also surpass our ancestor. You two are a perfect match in talent and beauty. If you don't walk the immortal path together, it would truly be a shame for the ages."

To survive, the Little Peacock King spilled everything. Pushing his beloved aunt outward like this, his heart bled. But he knew the truth himself. Even if he refined the divine feathers left by their ancestor, he could never catch up to his aunt's innate five-colored divine feathers, let alone her future potential. So his dream was doomed to remain just that—a dream. Since it could never come true, staying alive was naturally the most important thing.

Ye Chen's killing intent had been rock-solid. But after hearing the Little Peacock King's words, he raised a brow. In the Ancient Desolate Era, the Peacock Clan's ancestor, Kong Xuan, had dominated with his five-colored divine light—capable of brushing away anything, seizing anything. It was practically a supercharged version of the Armament Secret. Even after entering the Immortal Realm, he had achieved many astonishing feats. Five-colored divine light was already that strong. And Yan Ruyu might actually reach seven colors? Just how high would her multiplier be? Could she, in the future, surpass even the Chaos Body?

Ye Chen's interest instantly skyrocketed. Moreover, the remnant soul of the Seven Extremes Immortal Body inside Senior An had once said that upon perfection, the Seven Extremes Immortal Body could also wield seven-colored divine light. Was there any connection between Yan Ruyu's potential seven-colored light and the Seven Extremes'? Did Yan Ruyu have ties to the Seven Extremes Immortal Body?

In short, after thinking it over, Ye Chen decided Yan Ruyu still had potential. Worth contacting in the future. His expression gradually softened. The killing intent vanished. When he looked at the Little Peacock King again, a faint smile appeared. He walked over.

Under the peacock's stiff gaze, Ye Chen reached out and ruffled his hair.

"Good nephew, I was just teasing you to scare you a little. No need to be nervous…"

The Little Peacock King's once-immaculate hair was now a mess. And hearing "good nephew," imagining his aunt sitting in Ye Chen's lap in the future, his heart twisted with unbearable grievance. But he didn't dare show it.

Ye Chen didn't mind. He only asked curiously, "Why do both Yao Yuezhi's group and you call her 'aunt'? How does your naming work?"

Seeing that Ye Chen truly was, as rumored, a complete womanizer—and was sparing him because of his aunt—the Little Peacock King exhaled in relief and answered with suppressed bitterness: "Among the myriad races, intermarriage is common. Many clans have techniques to ensure the dominant bloodline is preserved, so offspring won't show traits of the other race. Both Yao Yuekong's father and my father are Aunt's older brothers. His father had weaker bloodline concentration and married into the Heavenly Demon Clan. So even though we're different races, we all call her Aunt!"

The Little Peacock King's explanation cleared up a long-standing confusion for Ye Chen. It made sense when he thought about it. If the Victorious Fighting Apes married into the War God Clan and produced a heaven-defying War God Body, would that child count as their race?

If yes, and that child grew up to lead the Victorious Fighting Apes, in a few generations the entire clan might be War God Bodies. To prevent that, controlling offspring bloodlines was only logical.

Ye Chen patted the Little Peacock King's shoulder. "Alright, good nephew, go play outside!" He even transmitted it privately to save the kid some face. After all, they might be family one day!

Only Ye Chen and the Holy Prince had held authority over the battlefield array. With one dead, the survivor inherited full control. He could open or close the formation at will.

Seeing a gap large enough for him to leave appear, the Little Peacock King finally exhaled in complete relief. But then he thought of how he had sold out his aunt to survive—just like Yao Yuekong—and his mood plummeted.

In the end, he had become the very kind of person he once despised. At least it had all been a private transmission. No one outside knew what had happened. No one knew he had sold his aunt to live. That was a small mercy!

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