Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 320 – Snatching Food from the Dragon’s Mouth

At the treetop, Lin Fan’s mouth was slightly open, and half a potato chip slipped from her lips, tumbling down into the mud pit below.

“What the hell…”

She watched her usually stern-faced, lecturing father—the one who seemed to obey the Council of Elders without question—now standing firm with a look of utter resolve, going head-to-head against a Rank 8 powerhouse.

This script was all wrong.

“This is… way too awesome.”

Snapping back to reality, Lin Fan picked up the crumbs that had fallen on her clothes and brushed them off, a glint of excitement flashing in her eyes.

This Long Teng was someone you could count on. When things got real, he actually dared to step up.

Fifteen years of patience, all for that one strike to the kidney.

This fake dad of hers was a ruthless one.

But the clash of titans over there wasn’t something she could meddle in just yet. That old bastard Long Jingtian, even with his kidney pierced through, was still a Rank 8—his deathbed counterattack would surely be terrifying.

Lin Fan turned her gaze to the other side of the swamp.

That was where her target lay.

“A peak Rank 7 mental-type Pureblood—if that big lizard gets to eat it, it’d be an absolute waste of a treasure.”

With a flicker of movement, Lin Fan vanished from where she stood, drifting like a weightless wisp of smoke toward the direction Long Xuan had fled.

…

Deep in the swamp.

Boom!

The massive impact made the ground tremble.

Long Xuan scrambled out of the mud, her once exquisite purple soft armor now tattered and torn, revealing large patches of fair skin covered in shocking bloody gashes.

“Roar—”

A mocking growl came from above.

The Fallen Magic Dragon wasn’t in a hurry to kill her. Like a cat toying with a mouse, it hovered in midair, its enormous wings blotting out the sky, casting Long Xuan in shadow.

It relished the thrill of watching its prey struggle in despair.

Especially when that prey had just tormented it with Mental Strength moments ago.

“Damn beast…”

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Long Xuan gritted her teeth, blood seeping from the corners of her mouth.

The Mental Backlash from that instant had nearly destroyed her Sea of Consciousness. Now, even summoning the slightest thread of Mental Strength felt like a saw grinding through her mind.

But she didn’t want to die.

“If you want to eat me, let’s see if you’ve got teeth strong enough!”

A flash of resolve crossed Long Xuan’s eyes.

Even if she died, she’d shatter a few of this beast’s fangs!

Roar!

A piercing dragon’s cry rang out.

Violet light shot into the sky.

Long Xuan’s body rapidly expanded within the glow, scales covering her entire form. In the blink of an eye, she transformed into a purple giant dragon over sixty meters in length.

Though a size smaller than the Fallen Magic Dragon, she was still a Pureblood Giant Dragon, and her presence remained awe-inspiring.

“Die!”

The purple dragon roared as she charged into the sky, a blinding violet orb condensing in her maw—a mental shockwave forged from her lifelong cultivation.

But.

Facing this desperate final strike, the Fallen Magic Dragon’s eyes gleamed with even deeper mockery.

It didn’t even dodge.

It simply raised its massive claw, covered in thick black scales.

Slap!

Like swatting an annoying mosquito.

The violet orb burst apart before it could even detonate, scattered by a single swipe.

Then, that Dragon Claw, carrying overwhelming force, slammed heavily into the purple dragon’s head.

Crunch!

The crisp sound of shattering bones followed.

Long Xuan couldn’t even let out a scream. Her colossal draconic body, like a kite with its string cut, plummeted straight into the ground.

Boom!

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Mud splattered everywhere.

The earth was gouged into a deep crater.

Long Xuan was knocked straight back into her human form, collapsing limply at the bottom of the pit. Who knew how many bones were broken throughout her body—blood seeped from all seven orifices, and she lacked even the strength to move a single finger.

Such was the gap in strength.

At her peak, she might have been able to hold her own for a few exchanges, but now, wounded and suffering backlash, she was pathetically weak before an eighth-rank Demonic Dragon.

“Brother Teng…”

Long Xuan’s gaze grew unfocused as she stared at the gray, overcast sky. Two streaks of bloody tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

Her entire life—pride, scheming, ruthlessness.

To obtain that man, she had sold her dignity and betrayed her conscience.

But what had it all bought her in the end?

Those words: “You dare to bear that name?”

So that was it—in his heart, she had always been nothing more than a vicious woman.

“Roar…”

A foul, reeking wave of heat swept over her.

The Fallen Magic Dragon descended, its massive head lowering toward the pit. Those crimson eyes stared greedily at the tantalizingly fragrant “prey” lying at the bottom.

A psychic-type Pureblood Dragon Clan member—what a nourishing meal.

It opened its cavernous maw, thick saliva dripping onto Long Xuan’s face. That was the taste of death.

Long Xuan closed her eyes in despair.

It was over.

Just as that enormous mouth was about to close and swallow her whole—

Suddenly, something changed!

Hum—

An eerie psychic fluctuation exploded without warning inside the Demonic Dragon’s mind.

It wasn’t strong.

Nor was it particularly damaging.

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But it carried an intensely disorienting quality—like watching a high-definition film when suddenly the screen filled with static, accompanied by a piercing electrical screech.

“Roar?”

The Demonic Dragon’s movement halted. A flicker of confusion passed through its enormous pupils, and its head swayed involuntarily.

And in that single instant of hesitation—

A nearly transparent shadow darted out from the void beside it.

Fast.

Utterly, impossibly fast.

Not a whisper of wind, not a trace of aura leaked.

Lin Fan had pushed the “Ghost” suit and Spiritualization to their absolute limits, existing in a bizarre state of flux between physical form and spirit.

She scooped up Long Xuan, who had long since passed out at the bottom of the pit.

Warm to the touch, soft and limp.

“Got her.”

A sly, triumphant smile curled at the corner of Lin Fan’s lips.

She quickly extended the Ghost’s aura-isolating barrier to cover Long Xuan as well, then vanished in a flash.

Just as the Demonic Dragon regained its senses and its massive jaws snapped shut—

Crack!

Its two rows of razor-sharp fangs clashed together with a teeth-grinding crunch, a few teeth even sparking from the impact.

But.

Its mouth was empty.

Nothing but mud.

The Demonic Dragon was stunned.

It raised its head, its crimson eyes locked onto the spot where Long Xuan had been lying.

Gone?

A living person that size, right under its nose—gone?

“ROAR!!”

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The Demonic Dragon went into a complete frenzy once it realized what had happened.

It had been tricked!

Terrifying Dragon might erupted instantly. With it at the center, the swamp for hundreds of meters around exploded like a pot of boiling water.

Black Dragon Breath sprayed wildly in every direction, reducing countless dead trees and rocks to ash.

It would find that damned thief!

But no matter how it raged, that aura had evaporated into thin air, leaving not a single trace behind.

…

Several kilometers away.

Inside a hidden underground cavern.

The space was small, dry, and quiet. The entrance was cleverly sealed with several massive boulders, and an additional Psychic Barrier had been laid outside.

Lin Fan casually tossed Long Xuan onto the ground.

“Phew…”

She wiped the nonexistent sweat from her forehead, plopped down onto a rock, and gasped for air.

Thrilling.

F*cking thrilling.

Just now, if she had been even 0.1 seconds slower, or if that “Phantom” suit’s effects had been even slightly less impressive, her arm would probably have been left in that big lizard’s mouth.

“An eighth-tier creature’s perception really is terrifyingly abnormal.”

Lin Fan glanced down at Long Xuan, who was still unconscious.

This once-arrogant female elder now looked as pathetic as a stray dog.

That purple soft armor had long since been reduced to tattered strips, barely covering her voluptuous figure. Her snow-white skin was covered in bruises and bloodstains, giving her a strangely alluring, ravaged beauty.

“Tsk tsk tsk.”

Lin Fan reached out, her fingertips gently tracing across Long Xuan’s face—a face that remained stunningly beautiful even when covered in blood and grime.

“So this is a seventh-tier peak physique? The feel of it is really something.”

“You know, with looks this good, why did you have to waste them pining over one single tree?”