Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 219 – Your Acting Skills Are Not Bad Either

The expression on Long Teng’s face underwent a dramatic transformation in just a few short seconds, shifting from a volcanic eruption to a glacial freeze.

Rage, astonishment, and absurdity all melted away, replaced by a deep, bottomless gloom.

Grandfather?

He, Long Teng, a peak seventh-level powerhouse, the esteemed lord of Border Dragon City.

His precious daughter, whom he had painstakingly raised for sixteen years, had been knocked up by some yellow-haired brat who had appeared out of nowhere?

A fury that threatened to incinerate his reason churned in his chest, making him wish he could immediately grind the half-dead Long Yan in the pit to dust.

But he couldn’t.

He looked down at his daughter, who was clinging tightly to his thigh, her face streaked with tears, looking utterly resolute as she declared her intention to die with her lover.

The fire in his heart was doused by a basin of ice water, instantly extinguishing most of it.

Long Teng forced himself to calm down.

His mind worked at an unprecedented speed.

Jingyun was dead.

This was a monumental problem.

That old fool, the Third Elder, who was notoriously protective of his own, would absolutely not let this go.

But if Jingyun’s death was linked to him and Border Dragon City, the trouble would be even greater.

Yet now, his daughter was willing to give up her life for this kid named Long Yan.

If he killed Long Yan, he feared Wu’er would truly do something foolish.

At that point, he would not only have to face the Third Elder’s wrath but also endure the pain of losing his daughter.

He could not bear such a consequence.

One thought after another flashed through Long Teng’s mind as he instantly weighed the pros and cons.

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His gaze shifted from furious to icy, finally settling into a look of seasoned decisiveness.

Since Jingyun was already dead, the most important thing was not to determine who the murderer was, but how to minimize the impact of this incident!

How to perfectly extricate himself and Border Dragon City from this storm!

He had to act decisively!

A cold glint flashed in Long Teng’s eyes, and he abruptly shook off Lin Fan’s hand.

His figure flickered, and in an instant, he appeared beside Long Jingyun’s corpse. He grabbed the body, its eyes wide with eternal grievance, his own eyes devoid of any sorrow, filled only with a resolve that was cold to the extreme.

Boom!

A dark golden dragon flame erupted from his palm, instantly engulfing Long Jingyun’s body!

“Sizzle—”

The flesh and blood rapidly carbonized under the high temperature, and even the Dragon Scales armor turned to ash.

In just ten seconds, a complete corpse was reduced to a charred, twisted, and incomplete skeleton. Only some bones and a vague outline remained, barely identifiable as Long Jingyun.

After doing all this, Long Teng swung his arm violently!

Whoosh—

The charred remains were thrown like a broken sack toward the deepest part of the Swamp of Death, in the direction of the eighth-level Fallen Demonic Dragon’s lair.

Immediately after.

Long Teng took a deep breath, gathered all the dragon power in his body, and let out a skyward roar filled with endless grief and monstrous hatred!

“Damn you, Fallen Demonic Dragon!”

“How dare you take my nephew’s life!”

“Today, I, Long Teng, swear that I will not rest under the same sky as you! One day, I will grind your bones to dust to avenge my nephew Jingyun’s spirit in heaven!”

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The voice, like rolling thunder, carried the terrifying pressure of a peak seventh-level expert and instantly spread throughout the entire Swamp of Death!

Countless Demonic Creatures lurking in the swamp trembled and prostrated themselves on the ground under this roar.

Even the guards waiting anxiously at the swamp’s periphery clearly heard their city lord’s grief-stricken and furious cry.

The guard captain, Long Yan, shuddered, the color draining from his face in an instant.

“This is bad! Young Master Jingyun… something’s happened to him!”

Deep within the swamp.

Lin Fan knelt on the ground, head bowed, seemingly heartbroken, but the corner of his mouth curved into a smirk no one could see.

What an old fox…

With acting skills like these, it’d be a waste for him not to win an Oscar back on Blue Star.

First, destroy the evidence, then publicly shift the blame.

With this series of moves, Long Jingyun’s death was now firmly pinned on that unlucky scapegoat, the eighth-level Fallen Demonic Dragon.

When the Third Elder came to hold him accountable, Long Teng could righteously deny all responsibility.

He could even play the part of a tragic uncle, willing to make an enemy of an eighth-level Demonic Dragon to avenge his nephew.

Brilliant! Truly brilliant!

Lin Fan praised him silently, his own vigilance raised to the highest level.

When dealing with an old fox like this, he couldn’t afford a single misstep.

His fake pregnancy trick probably wouldn’t fool him for long.

The shadow he had condensed in his abdomen with Mental Strength would be exposed the moment Long Teng calmed down and investigated carefully.

However, that didn’t matter now.

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Long Jingyun had died on his territory; there was no way he could completely absolve himself.

To prevent the truth from coming out, he had no choice but to play along with Lin Fan’s act until the matter with the Third Elder was completely resolved.

Moreover, according to the information from Long Wu’s memories, this Long Teng was indeed a hopeless doting father.

This was his greatest weakness.

Having finished his performance, Long Teng slowly descended from mid-air.

He turned around, and when he looked at Lin Fan, his eyes had returned to their usual loving gaze, though it was now mixed with a complex, unreadable meaning.

His gaze passed over Lin Fan and fell upon the barely breathing Long Yan in the deep pit.

The father of my future… grandchild?

At this thought, the corner of Long Teng’s eye couldn’t help but twitch.

The way he looked at Long Yan now was like looking at a pig that had rooted up his own finest, most tender cabbage. The more he looked, the more displeased he felt.

But damn it all, this pig’s breed seemed to be exceptionally pure.

The faint pressure of the Bloodline that emanated from him even while unconscious made even a peak seventh-level expert like himself feel a trace of suppression.

This level of Bloodline purity… could he be a descendant of some ancient, reclusive branch of the Dragon Clan?

Long Teng’s eyes flickered with uncertainty.

He walked up to Lin Fan and reached out to help her up from the ground.

“Alright, Wu’er, stop crying.”

His voice carried a hint of exhaustion.

“Father, I understand.”

Lin Fan took the opportunity to stand up, sobbing. He looked at him with red, swollen eyes and asked timidly, “Then… what about Brother Long Yan…”

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“Hmph!”

Long Teng snorted coldly, glaring at Long Yan in the pit.

“He won’t die!” he said irritably.

To have survived such severe injuries and the pressure of his peak seventh-level aura, this kid’s life was tougher than a cockroach’s.

Lin Fan breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

He knew he had passed the first test.

Long Teng had accepted the premise that “Long Yan is one of us.”

After handling everything, Long Teng finally turned his attention back to the deep pit.

He strode over, looking down from above at the man at the bottom, who was covered in blood, yet whose peerless grace could not be concealed.

His expression was dark and uncertain.

Lin Fan’s heart leaped into his throat.

He saw Long Teng slowly lift his foot, as if preparing to do something.

This old father-in-law isn’t about to stomp his own son-in-law to death, is he?

However, Long Teng’s foot paused in mid-air for a moment before he finally decided against it.

He slowly retracted his foot and let out a complicated, cold snort from his nose.

He turned his head to Lin Fan and commanded in a tone that brooked no argument.

“Come here.”

“Help your man.”

“We’re… going home!”