562: Chapter 562 A Self-Destructing Landmine Worth Fifty Million!

Han Rui was still alive.

He was the one with the highest cultivation among the six True Immortals, at the Seventh Heaven of the True Immortal Realm.

The moment the sword glow swept past, the protective Magic Treasure bestowed by his master blocked a blow for him.

The Magic Treasure shattered directly into powder, but he managed to save his life.

However, it was only barely a life. Half of his body was scorched black by the aftershocks of the sword glow, and his left arm had disappeared starting from the shoulder blade.

The smell of burning permeated the air.

Han Rui knelt on the gravel, his whole body trembling.

His eyes were wide open, his pupils shrinking violently, reflecting not a hint of vitality, only endless terror and desolation.

Five colleagues.

Five True Immortals.

They hadn't even lasted a single round; there was no battle, no exchange of blows.

It was just a beam of light, a dark golden light so brief it almost didn't exist.

And then they were gone.

Han Rui's mind swayed frantically on the brink of collapse. His instinct for survival drove him to make one final struggle.

He suddenly remembered something.

Storage Ring.

His trembling right hand pressed tightly against the Storage Ring as immortal essence poured in frantically.

A yellowed ancient scroll was dragged out by him.

Primordial Dutian Killing Formation Diagram.

Fifty million.

The trump card he had spent fifty million to buy.

That peerless formation diagram which was said to be able to trap and kill a Profound Immortal.

Most of Han Rui's sanity had already shattered.

He now had only one thought left: to perish together.

Even if he died, he would drag this monster down with him.

He roared as he poured all the remaining immortal essence in his body into the formation diagram.

A massive amount of immortal essence, like a flood breaking a dam, poured frantically into that yellowed ancient scroll.

The patterns on the formation diagram began to glow. Dark golden light flowed between the formation lines, becoming brighter and more intense.

Su Chen stood ten zhang away, not stopping him.

He even folded his arms, tilting his head slightly, watching Han Rui's actions with great interest.

That posture was like watching an unlucky fellow opening Pandora's box.

Qian Duoduo had already recovered from his breakdown and crying; wiping the snot and tears from his face, he looked at everything before him in horror.

He didn't understand what that formation diagram was, but he saw that Su Chen didn't move.

The boss didn't dodge.

The boss didn't run.

The boss was even watching the show.

So... that formation diagram wouldn't hurt them?

Qian Duoduo instinctively chose to believe Su Chen.

Then he did something that seemed extremely foolish at the moment, but proved to be incredibly correct afterward.

He grabbed Wang Baobao, who was still looking around, squatted down, and covered her eyes.

“Baobao, don't look.”

“Why won't you let me look?”

“You'll... you'll have nightmares.”

Han Rui's roars echoed in the canyon. immortal essence poured frantically into the formation diagram. The light grew more and more intense.

And then.

Han Rui noticed something was wrong.

The flow direction of the immortal essence in the core of the formation diagram... was reversed.

The moment all the immortal essence reached the formation eye, instead of being released outward, it turned back and collapsed inward.

A miniature Law black hole formed at the center of the formation diagram; it began to frantically devour all the immortal essence Han Rui poured in, and then started devouring Han Rui's own immortal essence.

“Wha... what's going on?!”

Han Rui wanted to let go, but he couldn't; his hand had already merged with the formation diagram, and the Law's gravitational pull locked him tight, so even his Soul could not break free.

He felt the immortal essence in his body being drained at a terrifying speed.

Dantian, Meridians, bones, flesh—all tissues storing immortal essence were being devoured indiscriminately by this Law black hole.

His body began to shrink, starting from the ends of his limbs, being crushed inch by inch.

Skin and flesh were peeling away, bones were shattering, and Meridians were bursting.

It wasn't destruction from an external force, but a self-disintegration from the inside out.

His immortal essence was backfiring on him; the trump card he had spent fifty million to buy was killing him.

“No—!”

Han Rui let out the final scream of his life.

“Bang!”

A muffled implosion.

There was no fire, no shockwave.

There was only a mist of blood that exploded where Han Rui had been.

Blood-red droplets drifted and scattered under the moonlight like a beautiful red lotus blooming in the Void Realm.

Not even a corpse remained.

On the withered tree.

Lin Wan witnessed all of this with her own eyes.

From the five True Immortals being killed in an instant, to Han Rui bringing out the formation diagram, to the formation diagram's backlash, to Han Rui being blown into a blood mist by the trump card he spent fifty million on.

Her rock-solid, scheming Dao Heart was blasted to pieces at this moment.

An inhuman scream burst from her mouth.

That scream was not anger, not fear, but something deeper than fear—it was the collapse of her cognition.

It was the instinctive wail of her Soul after all the logic, calculations, and confidence she had built over the past three thousand years were completely overturned in an instant.

She didn't understand, and she couldn't understand.

How could a Cultivator in the Great Saint Realm kill five True Immortals in one hit? How could that formation diagram turn into a self-destructing landmine? How could Su Chen not be surprised at all?

He stood there.

Dusting off his hands, it was as if he had just finished a trivial little task.

Lin Wan's hands were shaking as she pulled a Teleportation Talisman out of her Storage Ring.

A top-tier Teleportation Talisman, the kind that could ignore most spatial seals.

She crushed it.

The moment the spatial fluctuations exploded, she grabbed the arms of Zhao Qingyi and Zhang Ningshuang and vanished from the spot.

Fleeing for her life.

The moonlight shone on the empty withered tree; only Su Chen's group of eight remained in the canyon, along with the gravel covering the ground and a dissipating mist of blood.

Su Chen walked over, bent down, and picked something up from the ground; it was that Ice-blue bead that had cost thirty million.

Su Chen wiped it on his sleeve and put it into his Storage Ring.

Wang Baobao blinked her large, dark eyes and looked around.

“Boss, where are the fireworks? Baobao didn't see any fireworks!”

Su Chen was stunned for a moment.

Then he pointed to the red blood mist slowly dissipating in mid-air.

As the moonlight passed through the blood mist, it refracted into a few faint rainbows; from this angle, it did indeed somewhat resemble the lingering charm of fireworks after the show.

“They're finished.”

“Ah? So fast? Baobao didn't see anything!”

“Next time, I'll set them off slower.”

Su Chen rubbed her head.