Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 217 – Is My Foot Fun?

In the depths of the swamp, the battle between the two great dragons had reached a fever pitch.

The golden, five-clawed divine dragon and the dark-gold western dragon were savagely battling in mid-air, every collision triggering a terrifying explosion of energy.

Long Yan’s Dragon Claws tore through the scales on Long Jingyun’s abdomen, and blood rained down.

Long Jingyun’s Dragon Breath scorched the Dragon Scales on Long Yan’s back, golden blood flowing from the wound.

“Long Ao! Long Yanran! And you!”

Long Yan’s roar shook the heavens, his golden dragon pupils burning with crazed hatred.

He paid no mind to his own injuries, single-mindedly attacking, attacking, and attacking again.

Long Jingyun was stunned by this almost suicidal fighting style.

This guy was insane!

Completely insane!

“You think you can win just by fighting desperately?”

Long Jingyun let out an furious dragon’s cry as a black mist billowed around him. “This Young Master is of the Pureblood Dragon Clan!”

Before the words had even faded, he opened his cavernous maw, and a black Dragon Breath, several times thicker than before, blasted out.

Long Yan did not dodge.

He too opened his mouth, and a sacred golden Dragon Breath collided with the black Dragon Breath in mid-air.

Boom!

The terrifying explosion flung the swamp ground within a hundred-meter radius dozens of meters into the air.

Lu Yuan, hiding in the distance, was forced back again and again by the shockwave, his heart pounding wildly.

These two madmen…

But just then.

“ROAR—!!!”

A roar powerful enough to shatter souls came from the deepest part of the swamp.

The sound was filled with the rage and fury of having its sleep disturbed.

Long Yan and Long Jingyun both felt an unprecedentedly terrifying pressure descend upon them.

The two great dragons’ movements instantly froze.

The next second.

A pillar of black and red light, thick enough to devour everything, shot out from the depths of the swamp!

Its target was none other than Long Yan, who was at the heart of the fierce battle!

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“Not good!”

Long Yan’s pupils shrank. He wanted to dodge, but the pressure had him locked in place, making it difficult to even move.

Boom!

The black and red pillar of light struck him in an instant.

Long Yan’s massive dragon body was sent flying several hundred meters. Large swathes of his golden Dragon Scales shattered, and blood gushed out like a fountain.

Thud!

He crashed heavily into the swamp ground, creating a huge, deep crater.

When the dust settled, Long Yan had reverted to his human form. He was covered in blood, his aura incredibly weak.

There was a charred, bloody hole in his chest that had almost pierced straight through his body.

From the depths of the swamp, the terrifying pressure paused for a moment, as if confirming the annoying flies were no longer moving, then slowly receded.

The level-eight demonic dragon continued its slumber.

The entire swamp fell into a deathly silence.

Long Jingyun had also reverted to his human form. He was half-kneeling on the ground, his own injuries just as severe.

A single, casual strike after being woken up had been enough to grievously injure Long Yan, even when he had all his trump cards on display.

The gap between level seven and level eight was like an unbridgeable chasm!

Even he had been affected by the aftershocks of that single blow.

But compared to Long Yan, who had taken the direct hit, his condition was far better.

He panted heavily, looking at the barely breathing Long Yan in the distance, a sickly, crazed laugh spreading across his face.

“Hahahaha!”

“Long Yan! Did you see that?!”

Long Jingyun staggered to his feet, leaning against a dead tree, laughing so hard that tears almost streamed from his eyes.

“Even the heavens won’t help you, hahaha!”

“So what if you beat me? Aren’t you still going to die here?!”

“A rebel is a rebel! You’ll never turn things around!”

Lying in the deep crater, Long Yan listened to Long Jingyun’s mockery and slowly closed his eyes.

He hadn’t expected this.

He truly hadn’t.

To think there was a level-eight Demonic Creature hidden here.

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And, as fate would have it, just when he and Long Jingyun had fought each other to a standstill, it had struck and gravely wounded him.

This luck…

Ning Shuang… I’m sorry…

I might not… be able to see you again…

Just as Long Yan was preparing to accept death, footsteps sounded.

Tap… tap… tap…

They were very light, very slow.

Long Jingyun turned his head and saw Lin Fan slowly walking toward them.

The smile on his face grew wider.

“Xiao Wu, come here quickly!” Long Jingyun waved excitedly. “Kill that Dragon Clan rebel!”

Lin Fan did not respond.

She just walked quietly, her golden eyes devoid of any emotion.

She stopped when she reached Long Jingyun.

Long Jingyun paused.

“Xiao Wu, why are you…”

He didn’t get to finish.

Lin Fan raised her hand.

Her fair palm swiped lightly through the air, instantly transforming into a Dragon Claw covered in golden Dragon Scales.

The sharp tips of the claws glinted with a cold light.

“Xiao Wu?”

The smile on Long Jingyun’s face froze.

He looked at Lin Fan’s emotionless eyes, and a strong sense of unease suddenly surged in his heart.

The next second.

Pfft!

The Dragon Claw pierced through Long Jingyun’s chest.

Blood dripped from the tips of the claws.

Long Jingyun’s eyes widened in utter disbelief.

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He looked down at the Dragon Claw that had impaled his chest, his mind a complete blank.

“You… you…”

Lin Fan leaned down slightly, close to his ear, and asked in a soft voice only the two of them could hear.

“Was my foot fun to play with?”

Long Jingyun’s pupils contracted violently.

That tone…

That familiar feeling…

“Long… Xue… qi?!”

He forced out the three words, his voice trembling to the extreme.

But the person before him was clearly Long Wu!

How could it be Xueqi?!

Xueqi was clearly swallowed by the level-eight demonic dragon!

But those words…

That tone…

“Impossible… Impossible…”

Long Jingyun’s body began to tremble violently.

Lin Fan said nothing more.

She just watched him quietly, the corners of her mouth curling into an icy arc.

Then, she abruptly ripped her Dragon Claw out.

Pfft!

Blood sprayed forth.

Long Jingyun’s body swayed twice before he collapsed heavily to his knees.

He clutched the bloody hole in his chest and looked up, his eyes filled with terror and confusion.

“Who… exactly… are you…”

Lin Fan did not answer.

She turned and looked toward the distant crater, at Long Yan, who was equally stunned into a daze.

Long Yan’s eyes were wide.

What had he just seen?

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Long Wu…

That little princess of the Pureblood Dragon Clan…

had actually killed Long Jingyun?!

Impossible!

Absolutely impossible!

But the truth was right before his eyes.

Lin Fan started walking toward Long Yan.

Behind her, Long Jingyun let out a desperate roar.

“Long Wu… are you insane?!”

“Do you know what you’re doing?!”

“You killed me… The Dragon Clan will not let you go!”

“Even your father won’t be able to protect you!”

Lin Fan stopped and said without turning her head, “Long Wu?”

Her voice was tinged with amusement.

“Do you really think I’m Long Wu?”

Long Jingyun froze.

In the next instant, the aura around Lin Fan suddenly changed.

The pressure belonging to the Pureblood Dragon Clan vanished.

In its place was an even stranger, more bewitching aura.

The majesty of the Dragon Clan, mixed with the allure of the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

Two completely different Bloodline Powers had achieved a Perfect Fusion within her body.

Long Jingyun’s face turned deathly pale.

“You… What kind of monster are you…”

Lin Fan paid him no more mind.

She walked up to Long Yan and looked down at the man covered in blood.

Long Yan struggled to lift his head, his golden eyes filled with vigilance and confusion.

“Who… are you…”