Boom! Boom! Boom!

Three days passed in the blink of an eye.

Ye Chen glanced at the increasingly berserk, Super-Saiyan monkey and gave a satisfied smile. That was enough. Three whole days. The outside world's estimation of him had surely dropped. But overdoing the "weak" act would backfire, so it was time to wrap this up.

The only headache was how exactly to end it. One-shot him? The crowd would instantly suspect he'd been sandbagging the whole time. Beat him to death punch by punch? A little too brutal, no?

Sweeping his gaze over the black-furred, raging ape, Ye Chen's eyes landed on that mountain-like tail. An idea sparked. The corners of his mouth lifted. He flashed forward like lightning while loudly commentating for the audience. "Your Demonic Ape form is not invincible! After three full days of battle, I have finally discovered your fatal weakness… Die!"

The words fell, and Ye Chen appeared behind the colossal ape. He casually blocked the twin mountain-crushing fists swinging at him, then seized the ape's titanic tail. His physical strength detonated. With a savage yank, he tore the tail clean off!

Black blood gushed like a waterfall. The Holy Prince's furious roar shook the heavens. The countless onlookers stood dumbfounded.

Ye Chen grinned wider. "As I thought—once the tail is gone, your physical strength plummets!"

The next instant, his speed reached its absolute limit. He charged straight at the ape's heads, the Multiplier Secret igniting. One fist thundered down. Confusion flashed across the Holy Prince's frenzied face. Since when was my tail the weak point? How come I never knew? But he no longer had time to think. Ye Chen was too fast—his six arms couldn't intercept in time. The fist arrived.

The Holy Prince's vision went dark across all six eyes. That single punch exploded his three massive heads, shoulders and all, into an endless cloud of blood mist. Even the dome of the sky battlefield was dyed black with gore.

Under such a devastating blow, the Holy Prince could no longer maintain his second form. His colossal body began shrinking rapidly. The extra four arms retracted into his torso. Yet the Holy Prince's physique was monstrous, and the Nine Revolutions Mysterious Art granted absurd vitality. Even after that catastrophic injury, he still clung to life.

Ye Chen was prepared to finish him off. But before striking, he helpfully explained, "See? Without your tail, you can't even withstand a single punch from me!"

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The next moment, he blasted forward to deliver the killing blow. Ye Chen was extremely pleased with his performance. The outside world definitely wouldn't think he was far stronger than the Holy Prince. They would only believe he won because he had cleverly exploited the ape's "weakness"…

Countless onlookers heard his words. Their expressions turned profoundly complicated.

Ye Chen glanced at the silent crowd—no gasps, no exclamations of shock. Perfect. He broke into a satisfied grin. Of course they weren't surprised. He had dragged the fight out for three full days. This performance had been flawless. From now on, the number of cultivators lining up to deliver their heads (and their origins) would definitely skyrocket.

The spectators, meanwhile, simply had nothing left to say. The moment the Holy Prince transformed into a demonic ape and was still toyed with like a puppet, the outcome had ceased to be in doubt.

No one had expected this. The Heavenly Emperor heir had played with his food for three solid days. Did he hate the Holy Prince that much? He had humiliated the monkey for seventy-two hours straight! And claiming the tail was the weak point?

Weak point my ass. The tail coming off did precisely nothing. It was obvious Ye Chen's aura had simply exploded, and one punch nearly obliterated the ape! As expected, you never touch the Heir's women.

Still, everyone had long understood one thing: the man who could toy with the Holy Prince as if he were a child possessed strength far, far beyond him. So when the Holy Prince's three heads were blasted into bloody mist and he reverted to his original form, no one was the least bit shocked.

Many geniuses from the myriad races turned their eyes toward Prince Lu Ya and the Little Peacock King. Before setting out, both had boasted loudly: if the Holy Prince fell, they would step in. But now, facing a Heir this terrifying—one who killed both body and pride. Did they still dare?

Prince Lu Ya's face was grim as he watched Ye Chen move to finish the Holy Prince, but killing intent blazed hotter in his eyes. He had never imagined Ye Chen could be this strong.

Yet the Fusang Divine Tree was very likely in Ye Chen's possession. And Ye Chen's breakthrough speed was this monstrous. He could not be allowed to grow any further. Otherwise, there would be no chance of reclaiming the tree later. He had to seize this moment.

Ye Chen so despised the Holy Prince that when he finally delivered the killing blow, his attention would be completely locked on the monkey. That instant—Lu Ya would flash into the battlefield. Unleash the Immortal-Slaying Gourd—one clean strike.

Ye Chen's flesh was indeed monstrous, his recovery heaven-defying. But Blade in the Immortal-Slaying Gourd was no ordinary treasure. Once it cut, even the Healing Secret would struggle to restore him fully. While Ye Chen's head tumbled, killing him would be child's play. So Prince Lu Ya stared at the battlefield with a dark expression, waiting patiently.

The Little Peacock King's face was ice-cold, but panic roared inside his heart. No chance. Absolutely no chance. He would watch Lu Ya first. If that golden idiot didn't move, neither would he. That way, even if they lost face, they'd lose it together.

Shared humiliation was half-humiliation. And surely no one would dare say it to their faces. If anyone did gossip and he heard it, he would smash them flat. After all, he might not be able to beat Ye Chen, but he could damn well beat everyone else!