Immortality Starts With Investment

Chapter 393: The Holy Son Is Too Fast!

At that moment, Zhang Pengfei could take no more. This was too much. But he didn't retort, unwilling to provoke the Heavenly Intention Holy Land further. With a thought, his colossal Sword Roc surged forward. The entire roc transformed into a mountain-sized sword, slashing toward Ye Chen with earth-shattering force. It was like a heavenly blade, poised to cleave through all creation.

Zhang Pengfei channeled his pent-up rage. With this battle, he'd make the entire cultivation world know: I, Zhang Pengfei, am not just some useless womanizer!

"Ye the Fourth, fight me!"

Humiliated time and again, Zhang Pengfei roared, unable to hold back any longer. His Heaven and Earth Manifestation spread its wings, surging toward Ye Chen, transforming into a heavenly sword poised to cleave through all creation. Where the sword passed, the void itself split in two.

Onlookers far away felt its aura, their hearts trembling with fear. Just watching, they felt a splitting headache, as if the sword was slashing into their spiritual sense.

"This strike is terrifying—at least late Deity Transformation level!"

"Zhang Pengfei's fused his Sword Roc Body with his Heaven and Earth Manifestation for this attack. His talent is extraordinary!"

"I wonder how the Holy Son will counter it."

"With Heavy Pupils seeing through all and the Kun Peng Treasure Technique's supreme speed, this sword, no matter how terrifying, likely can't threaten him. This will be a clash of titans!"

The crowd buzzed, awed by Zhang Pengfei's display. The two Heavenly Intention legacy disciples watched coldly. They didn't believe Zhang Pengfei could defeat Ye the Fourth. If Ye Chen, now at late Nascent Soul, couldn't suppress Zhang Pengfei, he wouldn't have been able to kill Ying Tianjing back in his early Nascent Soul days.

Still, Zhang Pengfei's strike was powerful enough to force Ye Chen to reveal some of his tricks, giving them a better understanding of his Heavy Pupils. Later, after Ye Chen's victory, they'd crush him.

On the jade boat, Fan Qinghe's eyes sparkled brighter as the fight began. Her movements took on a wilder edge. That wildness seeped into her music, stirring the hearts of everyone present.

…

Ye Chen, locked onto by the heavenly sword and bearing its full pressure, remained calm. Contrary to expectations, he didn't dodge with the Kunpeng Treasure Technique or counter with the True Dragon Treasure Technique. Under countless gazes, he simply raised one hand. As if to block the strike with his bare hand.

This?

The entire crowd fell silent. What was the Fourth Holy Son doing? This heavenly sword wasn't something flesh could withstand. How could he possibly block it with his hand? Without resisting, not just his hand—his entire body would be cleaved in two. The Fourth Holy Son wasn't a fool; he wouldn't court death. But how could he possibly stop this?

The two Heavenly Intention legacy disciples narrowed their eyes. Even Zhang Pengfei himself paused, startled. He knew a prodigy like Ye Chen wouldn't be arrogant enough to throw his life away. There had to be a reason for this move.

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A bad feeling crept over him. But it was too late to turn back—the arrow was loosed. His only option was to seize this chance and cleave Ye Chen apart.

Zhang Pengfei held nothing back, unleashing every ounce of his strength. As the heavenly sword descended, it swelled even larger. Before it even landed, the thousand-meter-wide Pure Moon River split in two. Its terrifying sword aura swept across half of White Emperor City.

Countless faces paled, hearts racing as if facing annihilation. Even several late Deity Transformation cultivators felt their expressions shift. They sensed a threat in this sword—a strike capable of slaying anything below the Unity stage.

All this unfolded in a flash. In a thousandth of a moment, the heavenly sword fell. And the Fourth Holy Son truly didn't dodge or evade. He took it head-on…

"Boom…"

The moment of impact sent a deafening shockwave reverberating through the air. White Emperor City itself seemed to tremble. But the next instant, the sound of cascading water drowned out everything. Even the two Heavenly Intention legacy disciples widened their eyes in disbelief, momentarily speechless.

Between heaven and earth, only the sound of countless water droplets crashing down remained. And for good reason—the scene before them was simply too astonishing. The heavenly sword, vast as a mountain peak, halted the instant it touched Ye Chen's palm. It couldn't descend even a fraction further.

Ye Chen's arm didn't budge an inch. His figure stood tall and unwavering on the boat. Only the small boat beneath him shattered under the force. A torrent of water surged skyward, as if a starry river had risen over the Pure Moon River, radiant and dreamlike.

Yet Ye Chen stood amidst the deluge, untouched by a single drop. Everyone, including Zhang Pengfei, was stunned. No one had expected the Fourth Holy Son to actually block the strike. And to do so with such effortless grace.

But Ye Chen gave them no time to marvel. The moment he stopped the heavenly sword, a terrifying surge of spiritual power erupted from his hand. The power was overwhelming.

Zhang Pengfei's Heaven and Earth Manifestation couldn't withstand it. The Sword Roc let out a mournful cry before exploding in a burst of dazzling light. With his manifestation destroyed, Zhang Pengfei's vision darkened, blood seeping from his eyes, nose, and ears.

A Heaven and Earth Manifestation was tied to one's primordial spirit. Normally, its destruction would only damage the spirit, recoverable with time. But Ye Chen's mana carried the aura of imperial dragon qi, not merely destroying but annihilating.

In that moment, Zhang Pengfei was filled with dread. Future prospects, fame—none of it mattered anymore. Only one thought consumed him: "The Fourth Holy Son is too terrifying. I need to flee!"

Not just from White Emperor City, but from the Great Yan Continent entirely. The farther, the better. The thought barely formed before Zhang Pengfei flapped his wings, moving at an astonishing speed toward the city's edge.

But Ye Chen's eyes shimmered with chaotic qi. Zhang Pengfei's body froze in place, his wings unable to move. Though the boat beneath Ye Chen had shattered, he stood firmly on the water's surface. Raising a hand, he unleashed a golden dragon that roared toward Zhang Pengfei. The next moment, the dragon shadow struck.

Zhang Pengfei's body exploded, scattering a mist of blood across the Pure Moon River.

…

Only then did the onlookers, still reeling from Ye Chen stopping the heavenly sword with one hand, snap out of their shock. Before they could process their awe, they were plunged into even deeper astonishment.

The entire Pure Moon River fell silent. The world itself seemed to freeze. Everything had happened too fast. From Zhang Pengfei transforming into the heavenly sword, to Ye Chen blocking it, to Zhang Pengfei being obliterated with a single punch—it all took place in roughly two breaths.

Most cultivators had expected the Fourth Holy Son to win. They'd anticipated he'd defeat the Little Roc King, Zhang Pengfei. But no one could have imagined he'd win 'this' quickly, 'this' effortlessly. From start to finish, he hadn't moved a single step. Cross-realm battles were known, even witnessed. But crushing a prodigy a full realm above, like squashing an ant? That was unheard of.

The crowd's hearts churned like stormy seas. Their gazes toward Ye Chen were filled with awe.

Yao Gu, who'd been sneaking glances at the divine maiden, paled. He recalled his fight with his brother-in-law a few days ago. He'd thought Ye Chen was only slightly stronger, winning only because of his Heavy Pupils.

But now? Slightly stronger? Try a billion times stronger! Even without Heavy Pupils, Ye Chen could probably slap him to death with a single hand!