Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 205 – The Counterattack of Dragon Flame

Mist Forest, on the edge of the forbidden zone.

The hidden stone cave where Su Rou and Long Yan had once taken temporary shelter was now trembling violently.

Deep within the cave, Long Yan sat cross-legged, surrounded by a vast and powerful energy.

His eyes were shut tight, his brow deeply furrowed. His handsome face was a mask of extreme pain and struggle.

Scene after scene of blood-soaked memories played out madly in his mind like a nightmare he could not escape.

It was another attempt to break through to Level Seven.

Another convergence at the peak of his energy.

A year ago, he had been full of high spirits, a once-in-a-century genius of the collateral Dragon Clan. At his side, his beloved fiancée, Long Yanran, stood guard for him.

He thought he was about to reach the pinnacle of his life and lead the collateral Dragon Clan to glory.

However…

The moment he immersed his entire consciousness within his body to charge that bottleneck.

A cold, sharp blade pierced him viciously from behind, from the place he was least guarded.

He turned his head in disbelief, only to see Long Yanran’s indifferent face.

“Why…”

The answer that came was Long Ao’s wild and triumphant laughter, and the bloody hand that tore open his chest and ripped out his Dragon Bone while he was still alive.

The heart-rending agony, the despair of being betrayed by the one he loved most, had nearly crushed his soul to dust.

“No!”

Inside the stone cave, Long Yan’s eyes snapped open as he let out a roar of ultimate suppression!

His eyes were already crimson, riddled with bloodshot veins!

An inner demon!

This was the greatest inner demon of his attempt to break through to Level Seven!

If he could not overcome it, he would be blown apart by this berserk energy, his soul and spirit utterly annihilated!

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Just as his mind was about to collapse.

A gentle yet resilient power flowed out from his chest, instantly soothing the rampaging energy within him.

That power was so familiar.

Long Yan’s body stiffened as another figure appeared in his mind.

The woman who had bought him at the Slave Market and given him his freedom.

The woman who, in his deepest despair, had used her own life and Dragon Bone to grant him a new one.

Ning Shuang…

“Ning Shuang!”

A beast-like cry of grief escaped Long Yan’s throat.

Anger, sorrow, regret, longing… all his emotions erupted at this moment like a volcano!

Why!

Why was it that he always encountered betrayal and loss!

Why was it that the people he wanted to protect were always taken from him!

“Ahhhhh—!”

The extreme emotions, like the most potent catalyst, completely ignited the ancient Bloodline that had long been dormant within him!

Boom!

An energy fluctuation countless times more terrifying than any before swept out with Long Yan at its center!

Crack… Crack, crack, crack!

The bones throughout his body cried out as if unable to bear the strain, and then… they reformed!

The Dragon Scales on his skin were like cast gold, pure golden Dragon Scales that radiated an aura of supreme majesty!

The Dragon horns on his forehead were prominent and sacred!

“Roar—!”

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A dragon’s cry that seemed to originate from the primordial past burst through the stone cave and echoed throughout the entire Mist Forest!

Level Seven!

Empowered by Ning Shuang’s Dragon Bone and endless hatred, he had finally broken through the bottleneck that had plagued him his entire life, stepping into the realm countless members of the collateral Dragon Clan dreamed of!

Immense power surged through his limbs and bones.

Long Yan slowly lowered his head, looking at his hands, now covered in golden Dragon Scales, and feeling the world-destroying power within his body.

He had succeeded.

But the person who had most wanted to see him succeed would never see it.

“Ning Shuang…”

Long Yan murmured, his voice tinged with an inconsolable sorrow.

He slowly stood up, his aura retracting. All the energy fluctuations vanished, as if he were an ordinary person.

But within his golden vertical pupils, a crazed flame burned, hot enough to incinerate the heavens.

He raised a hand, gently stroking the spot below his chest.

There lay Ning Shuang’s Dragon Bone.

He could feel it beating in unison with his own heart.

“I swear… I will use this body to slaughter every last member of the Pureblood Dragon Clan in this world.”

“Long Ao, Long Yanran, Long Jingyun…”

“And… Hu Lie!”

A grim, murderous glint flashed in Long Yan’s eyes.

He remembered the leopard clan assassin’s dying confession with perfect clarity.

“It was City Lord Hu Lie… who sent me to kill you…”

“Heh…” A cold, cruel arc formed on Long Yan’s lips. “Then let’s start with you. Let the curtain rise on my revenge.”

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As his voice fell.

His figure slowly faded from the spot.

…

At the same time.

Azurewood City, City Lord’s Manor.

In the lavish hall, Hu Lie was lounging lazily on a chair carved from a single piece of white jade, a crystal glass in hand, gently swirling the wine within.

“Sss… Hah…”

He took a sip and let out a satisfied sigh.

But his mind was not on the fine wine, but on another kind of flavor.

That woman named Long Ningshuang.

That figure, that air, especially that black, dragon-patterned cheongsam, those long, slender legs wrapped in black stockings, and those jade-like feet in high heels…

Just thinking about it, Hu Lie felt a wicked fire rise from his lower abdomen, his whole body growing hot.

“Damn, what a vixen…” he cursed under his breath, but his gaze grew even more feverish.

Ever since that day they had traded for three hundred female slaves at the Slave Market, the woman had vanished as if she had evaporated into thin air, never to be seen again.

He had sent people to inquire at her residence several times, but they were all turned away by that fox-clan maid, who only said that her mistress was in seclusion to cultivate and was not seeing guests.

Seclusion?

Hu Lie sneered.

A member of the collateral Dragon Clan, putting on such airs.

“Lord City Lord.”

Captain Hu Ben strode in from outside and knelt on one knee.

“Speak,” Hu Lie said, not even bothering to lift his eyelids.

“The men we sent to the Mist Forest… we’ve lost contact with them,” Hu Ben’s voice was somewhat heavy.

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Hu Lie’s hand, swirling the wine glass, paused. He slowly sat up straight, his eyes narrowing.

“Dead?”

“Most likely.”

“Useless trash!” Hu Lie violently smashed the crystal glass on the floor, where it shattered with a crisp sound. “A Level Six assassin! Sent to kill a cripple who had his Dragon Bone ripped out and fell to Level Three! And he actually died?!”

Hu Ben kept his head down, not daring to speak.

Could it be… that cripple Long Yan had some dog-shit luck and stumbled upon some great opportunity?

“Send more men to investigate!” Hu Lie commanded coldly. “I want him found, dead or alive! I don’t believe a cripple can turn the world upside down!”

“Yes!” Hu Ben accepted the order but did not immediately rise.

Just then.

BOOM—!

A world-shaking explosion came from the direction of the manor’s main gate without any warning!

The entire City Lord’s Manor seemed to be hit by a violent earthquake, shaking madly!

“What’s going on?!” Hu Lie’s expression changed as he bellowed.

A Tiger Clan Guard, covered in blood, stumbled and crawled inside, his face filled with ultimate fear and horror.

“Lord… Lord City Lord! It’s… it’s bad!”

“Someone… someone is fighting their way in!”

“We… we can’t stop him at all!”

Hu Lie was enraged. “Who has the audacity to cause trouble in Azurewood City?!”

The guard trembled, and in a voice that was almost a delirious whisper, he spoke a name.

“It’s… it’s Long Yan!”

“Long Yan has returned!”