527: Chapter 527 Second-Order Immortal Body Exposed? The Xuan Tian Sect's Greed is Ignited!

The leading figure was more than half a head taller than the other five.

His face was as cold and hard as cast iron, and beneath two thick, dark sword-like eyebrows, a pair of hawk-like eyes scanned the surroundings with a sharpness honed by long-held authority and decisive ruthlessness.

Merely where his gaze fell, the eerie fluorescent moss on the walls of the secret chamber dimmed slightly, as if even the light itself feared his majesty.

Xuantian Immortal Sect, Inner Sect Law Enforcement Hall, Captain of the Third Squad, Han Rui.

True Immortal Seventh Heaven.

His gaze swept quickly across the secret chamber without pause, finally locking precisely onto the cross-legged, dying figure in the corner.

Han Rui's pupils constricted suddenly in that instant.

He had seen Lin Wan before.

Or rather, in the entire Inner Sect of the Xuantian Immortal Sect, no one did not know Lin Wan.

Fairy of Hundred Flowers.

A Personal Disciple of a Golden Immortal Elder, one of the Sect's future hopes, and a master at the Heavenly Immortal Seventh Heaven.

In his memory, Lin Wan was always as gentle as water with a smile like a flower; everywhere she went was like a spring breeze, causing countless Inner Sect Disciples to fall for her.

But this... thing before him.

Half of her face was charred black, like charcoal licked by divine fire, making her original appearance unrecognizable.

Her hair was withered and scorched like grass, and that white dress once flowing with Immortal Qi had turned into charred fragments of cloth, stuck fast to her mangled skin.

Through the tears in her dress, one could even see the grim white bones beneath the flesh.

The air was thick with the stench of burnt flesh.

This was Lin Wan?

The Fairy of Hundred Flowers, hailed as the Sect's most beautiful blossom?

Han Rui was a man who had crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood; his will was as firm as iron.

But at this moment, his right hand gripping the sword hilt still tightened uncontrollably at the knuckles.

“Martial Niece Lin.”

He spoke in a low voice, his tone carrying the harsh, grating quality of metal on stone.

“Who did this?”

Just a few short words, yet they roiled with a killing intent so thick it almost felt physical.

To beat a master at the Heavenly Immortal Seventh Heaven into such a wretched state, the opponent must be at least a True Immortal!

When did such a powerful dragon crossing the river arrive in this small Peng City?

Lin Wan pushed away Zhao Qingyi's supporting hand.

She stood up on her own, swaying unsteadily.

Her movements were extremely slow; with every motion, one could hear the faint friction from her fractured bones and the agonizing crackle of charred skin tearing.

But she stood firm.

Then, she did something that sent a chill down the spines of everyone present.

She smiled.

On that mangled face, the shredded flesh at the corners of her mouth was forced apart, and the charred skin split into several small cracks, oozing dark red blood.

She didn't care at all, forcing out a smile.

The curve of those sweet dimples was actually still there.

But paired with her current face, which was as hideous as a vengeful ghost, the smile only made one's skin crawl, as if falling into an ice cellar.

“Captain Han.”

Her voice was raspy and harsh, but every word was as clear as if it had been scratched onto an iron plate with fingernails.

“No rush.”

She didn't answer Han Rui's question directly; instead, she looked past him, using her one intact eye to greedily scan the six black-robed figures behind him, all radiating terrifying killing intent.

Six True Immortals.

Enough.

No, more than enough!

Ignoring the wounds on her body that were still sizzling with black smoke, she spoke in a tone of almost obsessive fanaticism:

“Captain Han, your trip will not be in vain.”

“Among that group of Ascenders, there is a little girl.”

She paused, the dimples at the corners of her mouth deepening, as if she were savoring an exquisite delicacy.

“She possesses... at least a Second-Rank Immortal Body!”

Second-Rank Immortal Body!

These four words were like a divine thunderclap exploding in the secret chamber!

Six pairs of eyes hidden in the shadows of hoods simultaneously erupted with terrifying brilliance!

It wasn't surprise; it was bloodthirsty instinct, the greed surging from the depths of a cultivator's Soul when faced with a heaven-defying Opportunity!

One True Immortal's breathing instantly became heavy, while the Magic Treasure at another's waist hummed uncontrollably.

Lin Wan took all of this in, and the curve of her mouth grew even wider.

The fish has taken the bait.

“There is also one more important matter.”

She deliberately emphasized her words, speaking one by one as if each word weighed a thousand catties.

“That group of people, and the girl they mentioned who has a Second-Rank Immortal Body, are highly likely... connected to the major case of the ‘myriad spirits blood pill’ supply cut that the Sect has been investigating for a long time!”

The moment those words left her mouth, the air in the entire secret chamber seemed to be sucked dry by an invisible giant hand!

“Boom—!”

The killing intent of the six True Immortals was no longer concealed, erupting simultaneously with a roar!

Violent immortal essence turned into visible ripples, fiercely battering the entire space! The light of the secret chamber's Formation flickered wildly, and the walls groaned under the pressure, cracks spreading like spiderwebs!

myriad spirits blood pill.

Supply cut.

These few words were enough to make the entire Xuantian Immortal Sect tremble with rage!

This was a shocking case involving the highest interests of the Sect, one that had even incensed several Grand Elders!

With a “clang,” Han Rui's hand pressed firmly onto the Enforcement Immortal Sword at his waist.

A cold sword hum echoed through the secret chamber, carrying a decisiveness to cut down everything.

“Where are they?”

All emotion was stripped from his voice, leaving only the absolute coldness of an enforcer delivering a final ultimatum.

“Give me their coordinates.”

“Now!”