Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 298 – Lord of the Dragon Clan?

The collision in that instant was silent yet deadly.

Wang Shan felt as if his head had been viciously slapped by someone swinging their arm wide, his brain sloshing inside his skull.

A warm liquid flowed from his nostrils, dripping onto the expensive pearwood tabletop before him.

The Mental Strength tendrils he was so proud of were brutally repelled the moment they touched that golden ocean. The other party had even traced them back to their source and corrosively invaded a portion of his own.

“Pfft!”

Wang Shan violently spat out a mouthful of blood and slumped weakly into his chair. For the first time, an emotion called “fear” appeared on his face, which resembled old tree bark.

They were not on the same level of existence.

“What’s wrong? Elder Wang!”

The bald, burly man beside him was startled by the sudden turn of events and quickly reached out to support him.

“Don’t… Don’t touch me!”

Wang Shan shoved the burly man away, his murky old eyes filled with bloodshot veins as he stared fixedly at an empty corner of the conference room.

“Since you’re here… why hide yourself?”

Wang Shan’s voice was hoarse as he stared intently at that spot in the air.

The air rippled like the surface of water.

It was as if a once-perfect curtain had been casually torn down.

A slender figure appeared out of thin air, materializing without any warning in the host’s seat at the head of the conference table.

She wasn’t standing on the floor but sat arrogantly on the edge of the table, her long, slender legs crossed. Black leather pants clung to her stunning curves.

Her silver-white hair cascaded down like a waterfall, and her rainbow-colored eyes held a hint of mockery as she looked down upon the wretched Wang Shan.

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Most eye-catching of all was the pair of translucent, pure white Dragon horns on her forehead, as exquisite as works of art.

The conference room instantly fell into a deathly silence.

The only sounds were the whirring of the central air conditioner’s vent and the heavy breathing of a few people.

The pupils of the bald, burly man and the middle-aged woman shrank to the size of pinpricks. Their muscles tensed to the extreme, yet they lacked the courage to even move a finger.

“It seems you’re quick on the uptake.”

Lin Fan casually picked up the cup of long-cold tea from the table, sniffed it, and then set it down in disgust.

“I was hoping to watch the show a little longer.”

The corner of Wang Shan’s eye twitched uncontrollably.

He looked at that pair of Dragon horns, and countless possibilities flashed through his mind, finally settling on a conjecture that was as despairing as it was undeniable.

He swallowed hard, trying to force himself to stand, but his knees were as soft as noodles.

In the end, he chose to obey his body’s instinct, sliding directly from his chair and prostrating himself on the floor.

“I… I was unaware of Your Excellency’s arrival from the Dragon Clan… Wang Shan… has failed to welcome you properly…”

As soon as these words were spoken, the others beside him looked as if they had been struck by lightning.

Without any hesitation, without even needing to think, they dropped to their knees with a thud, pressing their foreheads firmly against the floor, their bodies trembling like chaff in the wind.

In their minds, the Dragon Clan were gods.

Gods who held the power of life and death over this world.

Lin Fan raised an eyebrow, looking at the high-ranking Federation officials on the floor who, just moments ago, had been so arrogant, now groveling at her feet like dogs.

This misunderstanding… was rather unique.

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She didn’t deny it, merely asking with a faint, unreadable smile.

“What do you think?”

To Wang Shan, these words sounded like a death sentence.

He knelt on the floor, cold sweat beading on his forehead, but in the instant he lowered his head, a sharp glint flashed through his murky old eyes.

Wrong.

Absolutely wrong.

Beings of level seven or higher were fundamentally unable to pass through a Spatial Rift. This was an ironclad law of spatial principles.

Unless the Rift’s level increased, a forced crossing would only lead to a spatial collapse, resulting in mutual annihilation.

Moreover, they had a secret agreement with the high-ranking members of the Dragon Clan over there.

Even if the Dragon Clan broke through the defensive lines, they would only hold their position around the Rift, waiting for the “fruit” to ripen. They would never venture deep into the mainland at this point in time, let alone sneak directly into the underground base of Kunlun Mountain.

If she wasn’t from the Dragon Clan…

Wang Shan’s gaze swept over the pair of Dragon horns and the terrifying, utterly inhuman aura emanating from Lin Fan.

Then there was only one possibility.

The “Die-hard Faction” that they had been suppressing, which should still be struggling to survive.

That bunch of stubborn old fools had been researching Dragon Clan genes since the beginning of the apocalypse, even going so far as to experiment on their own people, attempting to create “biological weapons” that could contend with the Dragon Clan.

This was their result?

Level seven…

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He never thought those old lunatics would actually succeed.

A tempestuous storm raged in Wang Shan’s heart.

If this was the “ultimate weapon” sent by the capital, then today’s situation was a fight to the death.

In the Federation’s internal struggles, there was never any room for compromise, only complete eradication.

“Your Excellency jests…”

Wang Shan’s voice still trembled, sounding utterly humble, but his hands, hidden in his sleeves, silently tightened around two smooth, jade-like walnuts.

“It is we who were blind… We were unaware of Your Excellency’s purpose in gracing us with your presence…”

“My purpose?”

Lin Fan chuckled, her fingers tapping lightly on the tabletop.

“Of course, it’s to see just what kind of creatures… raise their own compatriots like livestock.”

Hearing this, Wang Shan’s heart sank to the bottom of a pit.

She really was from the capital.

Only those idiots with their heads full of “the greater good of humanity” would say something so naive.

Wang Shan looked up, a bitter and helpless smile on his face. Paired with his aged features, anyone who didn’t know better might have actually been deceived by him.

“My lady… you’ve misunderstood…”

“We are also doing this for the continuation of humanity…”

As he spoke, he adjusted his kneeling posture with extreme slowness, appearing as if he couldn’t support himself due to old age and frailty, but in reality, he was adjusting his angle.

“Those old… old seniors in the capital, they’ve always believed we must fight to the death.”

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“But they don’t understand… when you smash an egg against a rock, it’s the egg that shatters.”

“We are preserving these embers of humanity. Although our methods are a bit extreme, as long as we can survive… even as vassals to the Dragon Clan… as long as the human race is not extinct, there is always hope, isn’t there?”

Lin Fan watched the old codger put on a show.

She had to admit, his rhetoric was quite inflammatory.

If it were some hot-headed youth, they might have actually been taken in by this old fox and drawn into a debate about the grand principles of “survival versus dignity.”

Unfortunately, Lin Fan had no interest in his political lecture.

“How beautifully said.”

Lin Fan stood up, her high heels making a crisp sound as they stepped onto the tabletop.

“A pity I don’t believe it.”

In that very instant.

Wang Shan, who had been acting meek and subservient, suddenly had a vicious glint explode in his eyes.

Crack!

The two jade walnuts in his palm, polished to a glossy sheen from years of handling, were abruptly crushed.

There was no expected explosion of energy.

Instead, an extremely obscure and distorted spatial fluctuation erupted, centered on Wang Shan.

These were not mere trinkets for fiddling with at all.

“Since you don’t believe me… then go to hell!”