560: Chapter 560 The Broken Sword Hilt Appears: Wang Baobao's "Teething Toy" Makes its Debut!

Lin Wan drifted down from the withered tree.

Her posture seemed light, but the moment she landed, a chilling killing intent weighed down so heavily it was suffocating.

The night wind lifted her black veil, revealing a face that had been completely torn apart.

One half was charred black like coal, a burnt ugliness.

The other half featured a dimpled smile, a seductive sweetness.

These two extremes of beauty and ugliness were eerily stitched together, radiating a bone-chilling coldness under the moonlight.

She looked down at Su Chen from above, as if inspecting prey caught in a web.

Her eyes were a mix of venomous spite, malicious joy, and a pathological satisfaction from cornering her prey.

She spoke slowly, her voice raspy and harsh, yet deliberately wrapped in a cloying sweetness:

"Su Chen."

Her voice echoed through the canyon.

She enjoyed this process, her amusement growing as she watched Su Chen's calm face.

She extended her intact hand, her fingertips pinching the ice-blue immortal body marrow core like she was flaunting an insignificant trophy.

The movement was elegant and cruel.

"This thing—thirty million."

Then, she patted the Storage Pouch at her waist, her dimple deepening, sickeningly sweet.

"And the Killing Formation diagram you desperately wanted at the auction—fifty million."

Her gaze locked onto Su Chen, as if trying to see through all his disguises.

Lin Wan's laughter echoed low in the canyon, carrying a deep-seated coldness and malice.

"Do you know? The moment you were forced to give up at the auction, your life no longer belonged to you."

She opened her arms wide, as if embracing her home field.

She paced, her voice becoming even softer, like the gentlest knife slowly slicing away at one's heart.

"All your calculations, all your disguises, all your struggles—in the face of absolute power, they are all a joke."

In her eyes was the posture only a victor could possess.

She relished this moment.

She enjoyed the fear that gradually crumbled as the prey was driven to a dead end.

She was waiting.

Waiting for Su Chen's face to turn pale, for his lips to tremble, for his proud spine to bend as he knelt and begged for mercy.

But.

What she got was a reaction that was completely incomprehensible.

Su Chen yawned.

A genuine, undisguised yawn.

The yawn was long and leisurely.

He even stretched, his bones making a crisp "crackling" sound that was exceptionally clear in the deathly silent canyon.

His movements were so relaxed, so nonchalant.

As if the six True Immortals before him, the Heaven-Sealing Grand Array, and Lin Wan's every soul-piercing declaration were nothing more than a boring farce.

Then, with an extremely bored gaze, he scanned his surroundings.

From Han Rui to the five True Immortals, and then to the Formation Flags in their hands.

Finally, his gaze landed lightly on Lin Wan.

That look seemed to penetrate her charred face, seeing through all the arrogance, stupidity, and self-importance in her heart.

He had no fear.

No anger.

No forced composure.

It was... disdain.

A deep-seated, undisguised, almost insulting disdain.

That look seemed to say: Is that it?

[I thought with such a big commotion, at least a few Profound Immortals would show up to let me warm up a bit.]

[But just six True Immortals? And all of them are the lowest grade, with unstable auras, looking like they've been drained dry.]

[What's the difference between this and the scrap metal I scavenged for a few Immortal Stones in the market? Oh, those scraps could at least be given to Wang Baobao to gnaw on for fun; she'd probably be too lazy to even look at these guys.]

[A waste of my time, a waste of my expressions. If I knew it was this level, I would have just taken Wang Baobao out for a big meal.]

He didn't say it out loud.

But his expression and his gaze had already written the disdain and contempt in his heart vividly across his face.

The smile on Lin Wan's face completely froze.

She felt as if her face was being repeatedly trampled into the ground by Su Chen in an invisible way.

"You... you reckless..."

Her voice trembled, no longer sweet, but an unbelievable humiliation squeezed from the depths of her throat.

It was pure, unprecedented, towering rage from being openly disdained by her prey.

She had calculated everything, accounting for all of Su Chen's possible reactions.

The only thing she hadn't anticipated—was this kind of gaze.

A gaze that looked at a pile of dog dung on the ground with more seriousness than it looked at them.

This arrogance, this contempt, was the greatest insult to her, Lin Wan, and to the entire Xuantian Immortal Sect!

On the distant cliff.

Xie Jinghong suddenly frowned deeply, an indescribable irritability rising in her heart.

Her fox-like eyes narrowed into slits, flashing with unprecedented solemnity.

This wasn't right!

This reaction was completely wrong!

How could someone in the Great Saint Realm, surrounded by six True Immortals and locked down by a grand array, react like this?

Fear? Despair? Facing death with equanimity?

None of the above.

The indifference radiating from within him...

It wasn't an act.

Xie Jinghong's judgment of people had never been wrong.

He truly didn't care.

He truly felt that a mere six True Immortals... weren't enough.

A thin layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on Xie Jinghong's back.

All the scripts she had envisioned, all her plans, began to crumble at this moment.

In the Void Realm.

The two Immortal Lords, Immortal Monarch Xia He and Immortal Monarch Dong Mei, also stopped eating melon seeds.

The two exchanged a look, both seeing the same question in each other's eyes: What game is the Young Master playing?

Lin Wan's fury finally overthrew her reason.

She could not endure the humiliation of being completely ignored.

Her body trembled violently, her intact half of her face contorted with rage.

"Kill him!!!"

She let out a hysterical scream!

Following her command, the six True Immortals simultaneously surged their immortal essence!

Six torrents of Law carrying the aura of death, imbued with world-destroying power, crashed down towards Su Chen from six directions!

Rocks turned to dust in silence, and the earth split apart!

At the critical moment.

Su Chen unhurriedly reached his hand into his Storage Ring.

He rummaged around, his movements casual and distracted.

After searching for a while.

Finally, he pulled something out from an inconspicuous corner.

A section of a broken sword hilt.

It was pitch black, covered in rust, looking like a piece of unwanted scrap iron.

On the edge of the hilt, there was also a jagged, crescent-shaped notch from being gnawed on.

This—was precisely that "golden immortal artifact remnant."

More accurately, it was Wang Baobao's "teething snack."

The moment Qian Duoduo saw that sword hilt, his brain completely short-circuited.

When he clearly saw the familiar tooth marks on it, his knees went weak, and he slumped to the ground, letting out a loud wail.

The sound of his crying was heart-wrenching.

"It's over! It's all over! The Boss has completely lost it! He's really gone mad!"

Qian Duoduo wailed at the top of his lungs, his plump body trembling uncontrollably.

"He... he's been driven mad! He's actually going to use a piece of junk gnawed by Wang Baobao to try and crush six True Immortals to death!"

"Boss! My dear Boss! Please wake up! This time we're really going to lose our lives!"

He slapped the ground in despair, his heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys all aching in pain.

He knew this wasn't an act.

This was true madness!