Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 319 – Who is the Hunter

“ROAR!”

Black-red mist exploded above the swamp like a blooming lotus of death.

The Fallen Magic Dragon that Long Jingyun had claimed was “gravely wounded and on the verge of death” was now displaying terrifying vitality that completely contradicted the intelligence report.

Its tail, dozens of meters long, carried immense force—every swing caused the air to crack and pop, sending swamp mud blasting dozens of meters into the sky.

“Damn it! This beast was hiding its strength!”

Long Jingtian roared, tumbling awkwardly through the air as he barely dodged a stream of black Dragon Breath.

His once-imposing black robe was now more than half scorched, his face splattered with toxic mud, making him look like a beggar who had just crawled out of a mud pit.

Where was any trace of his Rank 8 Powerhouse bearing?

“Long Teng! Long Xuan! Stop holding back!” Long Jingtian wiped the mud from his face and shouted in fury. “This beast is drawing on the miasma here—it’s recovered at least ninety percent of its strength! If we drag this out any longer, we’re all dead where we stand!”

By now, the battle had devolved into complete chaos.

Not only was the Demonic Dragon not weakened, but being cornered at the entrance of its lair had ignited its savage nature.

Its crimson Vertical pupils gleamed with cunning—clearly, all its earlier weakness had been an act to lure them in.

Long Xuan hovered in the distance, her face pale.

Her hands formed seals as streams of purple mental-illusion chains coiled around the Demonic Dragon’s neck and limbs like spirit serpents.

Every time the dragon struggled, her body trembled violently, clearly bearing tremendous backlash.

“Third Elder, its Mental Strength is too violent!” I can only hold it for five more seconds at most!” Long Xuan’s voice quivered as a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth.

“Five seconds? That’s enough!”

A fierce glint flashed through Long Jingtian’s eyes. He bit the tip of his tongue hard, spat out a mouthful of essence blood, and his aura instantly surged.

“Wretched beast! Die!”

He transformed into a black drill, charging head-on through the dragon’s breath and slamming directly into its chest.

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His hands formed claws, digging deep into the spot on the dragon’s chest where the Reverse Scale had been shattered by him a month ago.

“Long Teng! Now! Cut it down!”

Long Jingtian bellowed, his voice shrill and desperate.

He was risking injury to create an opening for Long Teng.

As long as Long Teng’s sword strike landed on that chest, the beast would most likely lose its ability to move.

In that instant, time seemed to freeze.

Long Teng, who had been circling the periphery and waiting for his moment, moved.

“Alright.”

Long Teng responded calmly.

The longsword in his hand blazed with dazzling azure light. Man and sword became one as he transformed into a bolt of green lightning, crossing hundreds of meters in an instant.

The speed was extreme.

So extreme that the very air was split apart, leaving a thin black line in its wake.

Lin Fan sat on a treetop in the distance, potato chips forgotten in his mouth, eyes narrowing slightly.

That sword strike was powerful.

Without question, it was the strongest blow a peak Rank 7 sword cultivator could deliver.

Even that thick-hided Demonic Dragon—if it took that hit square on, it would either die or shed a layer of skin.

And yet.

Just as the azure lightning was about to touch the Demonic Dragon—

The sword’s edge veered off course.

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Not a mistake. Not deflected.

But mid-flight at high speed, it forcibly, impossibly, against all laws of physics, curved in a bizarre arc.

The sword tip, originally aimed at the Demonic Dragon’s right wing, seemed to have eyes of its own. It traced a perfect arc and drove straight toward Long Jingtian, who was clinging desperately to the dragon with his back completely exposed!

Schluck!

The sound of a blade piercing flesh rang out with startling clarity amidst the clamor of the battlefield.

That exquisite spiritual sword—capable of slicing through even the armor of a seventh-tier magical beast—entered without resistance through Long Jingtian’s lower back, pierced through his kidney, and emerged from the front of his body!

Moreover, the Sword Qi erupted within him, instantly shredding his internal organs!

“AAAAARGH—!”

This scream did not come from the Demonic Dragon. It came from Long Jingtian.

He looked down in disbelief at the blood-stained sword tip protruding from his own chest.

His mind went completely blank.

“You…”

Long Jingtian turned his head with great difficulty, staring at Long Teng, who was right beside him.

Long Teng still maintained his thrusting stance. On that face that usually appeared steady—even somewhat dull—there now hung an unprecedented expression of release and vindication.

“Third Elder.”

Long Teng’s voice was soft—so soft it was like a lover’s whisper.

He twisted his wrist, rotating the long sword inside Long Jingtian’s body, completely eliminating any possibility of a counterattack.

“I practiced this strike for fifteen years.”

“Long… Teng… you’ve lost your mind…” Blood gushed from Long Jingtian’s mouth, mixed with fragments of shattered organs.

He couldn’t understand it no matter how hard he tried. Why would this Border Dragon City lord—who had always been so subservient and loyal to him—suddenly turn traitor?

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“I haven’t lost my mind.”

Long Teng yanked the sword out violently and kicked off Long Jingtian’s wound, using the momentum to leap backward.

“I’m just… avenging Qingyue.”

Long Teng hovered in midair, blood still dripping from his sword. He stared at the tottering Long Jingtian with eyes as cold as if he were looking at a corpse.

“Long Jingtian, fifteen years ago, you led the men who took Qingyue away! You personally sent her to the Punishment Hall!”

“I’ve kept count of this debt for five thousand four hundred and sixty-two days!”

This sudden turn of events stunned not only Long Jingtian but even the Demonic Dragon that had been preparing to fight for its life. A flicker of human-like confusion passed through its enormous draconic eyes.

Infighting?

“Qingyue…”

In the distance, Long Xuan—who was straining to maintain the mental shackles—froze at the sound of that name.

That name.

The name she had hated her entire life, been jealous of her entire life, the name that still occupied every corner of Long Teng’s heart even though she had been dead for over a decade.

“Long Qingyue… Brother Teng, you…” Long Xuan’s gaze suddenly went vacant. Her once-impregnable mental defense line developed a fatal crack from that momentary emotional upheaval.

“You dare speak that name?!”

Long Teng whipped his head around to glare at Long Xuan, his eyes brimming with hatred. “If it weren’t for your betrayal back then, how could Qingyue have died? Long Xuan, you deserve to die too!”

BOOM!

Those words struck like a heavy hammer, shattering the last shred of Long Xuan’s sanity.

The Demonic Dragon’s frenzy will instantly overwhelm her, and the Mental Strength backlash erupted.

“Pfft!”

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Long Xuan spat a mouthful of blood toward the sky.

And the Demonic Dragon, which had been suppressed all this while, keenly seized the opportunity.

It couldn’t quite understand what drama these humans were putting on, but its beastly instincts told it that the woman who had been controlling its mind was the primary target!

“ROOOAR!”

The Demonic Dragon let out a deafening roar, completely ignoring the severely wounded Long Jingtian and the murderous Long Teng. With a flap of its wings, it stirred up a storm of foul wind and lunged straight for the falling Long Xuan.

Pick the softest persimmon to squeeze!

If it devoured this mental-attributed female dragon, not only would it recover from its injuries, but it would also gain a great boost!

“Ah!”

Long Xuan stared at the ever-approaching bloody maw, her eyes filled with despair.

She wanted to flee, but the Mental Backlash left her head splitting with pain, making it extremely difficult even to channel her Spiritual power.

All she could do was clumsily adjust her posture mid-air, stumbling and staggering as she fled toward the other side of the swamp’s depths.

How could the Demonic Dragon let this easy prey slip away? It roared and gave chase.

Its massive body crushed through the jungle, leaving a trail of devastation in its wake.

At the center of the battlefield, only two figures remained.

One was the Rank 8 Powerhouse Long Jingtian, his side torn open with a gaping wound, blood gushing like a river.

The other was Long Teng, a peak Rank 7, holding a bloodstained sword, his killing intent boiling over.

“Good! Good! Good!”

Long Jingtian clutched his wound, his face twisted like a vengeful ghost. “Long Teng, all because of a woman from a branch family! You want to kill me? Even if I’m severely wounded, a Rank 7 like you doesn’t have the right to touch me!”

“Then let’s see about that!”