Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 322 – You All Must Die

Outside the Dead Marsh.

The barrier formed by the Dragon Clan’s elite was less than a sheet of thin paper in the face of absolute power.

A dazzling golden light tore through the gray mist without warning, smashing straight through the blockade with a nearly savage force!

“Enemy attack!”

“What is that?!”

The black-armored guards on watch only felt a hurricane rushing toward them before the golden light flashed past overhead.

“Stop… stop him!” A newly arrived guard clumsily raised his spear.

The veteran beside him shoved him to the ground, clamped a hand over his mouth, and jerked his chin toward the fading golden streak. His face was a mix of terror at having narrowly escaped death and barely suppressed excitement.

“Are you insane?! Sound the alarm? That’s the Prince Consort!”

“Prince… Prince Consort?”

“No doubt about it! Look at that pure, vast Dragon Qi! Who else could it be but the one the Princess brought back?” The veteran lowered his voice as if sharing some earth-shattering secret. “Can’t you see the sky is practically falling back there? The City Lord must be at his limit—he’s called his son-in-law to save him!”

“With gods fighting like this, we little minnows just need to watch the show. Getting involved is just asking for a short life!”

…

Deep in the marsh, Long Yan knew nothing of the outside chatter.

His dragon soul trembled. The ancient bloodline within him screamed a sharp warning.

Combined with that inexplicable distress signal, Long Yan’s heart felt like it was being squeezed by an invisible giant hand.

His mind flashed to Long Wu’s face, always wearing that mischievous smile.

“I still owe you. You can’t die!”

Long Yan gritted his teeth and pushed his speed even higher. His massive dragon body carved a long golden trail through the air, plowing a vacuum channel straight through the thick miasma.

Ahead, three terrifying auras—distinct yet tangled together—made the very air grow viscous.

Two belonged to the Pureblood Dragon Clan: one cold and venomous, the other faltering and weak.

The third… chaotic, tyrannical—it was that eighth-rank Fallen Magic Dragon!

The magic dragon’s lair!

Boom!

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At that moment, an earth-shattering explosion rang out from ahead.

Long Yan’s golden pupils contracted sharply.

At the edge of his vision, a massive black dragon hovered in midair, spewing a hyper-compressed beam of black light from its maw, relentlessly suppressing a tiny figure below.

That figure was drenched in blood, but the sword intent radiating from the azure blade in his hand—Long Yan recognized it.

Long Teng?

Long Yan’s heart jolted.

Though he hated the Pureblood Dragon Clan to the bone, this man was Long Wu’s father.

Long Wu had protected him, so his life belonged to protecting those Long Wu cared about.

Moreover…

When Long Yan’s gaze locked onto the black dragon wreaking havoc, every drop of blood in his body boiled in an instant!

That venomous, rotting aura—he would recognize it even if it were reduced to ashes!

Third Elder, Long Jingtian!

The one who had tacitly allowed Long Ao to dig out his Dragon Bone, the old dog who had crushed him like an ant!

Old grudges and new hatred exploded in his chest like a volcano!

“LONG! JING! TIAN!”

Long Yan didn’t even think. Instinct overwhelmed all reason.

ROOOAR—!

A piercing dragon’s cry split the clouds, echoing across the marsh!

Golden light burst forth, illuminating all directions!

A Five-Clawed Golden Dragon over a hundred meters in length suddenly appeared, every scale on its body flowing with the unique dominance of a sovereign, as if it had crossed over from the primordial ages, charging straight at that arrogant black dragon!

…

At the center of the battlefield.

Long Jingtian was savoring the pleasure of having Long Teng under his foot, preparing to finish off this traitor once and for all.

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Suddenly, a terrifying pressure that made even his dragon soul tremble came surging from the flank.

“What?!”

Long Jingtian violently twisted his ferocious dragon head.

The next second, his vision was completely filled with a blinding golden light.

Boom!!

That was no dull thud—it was the metallic clash of two meteors colliding head-on!

A terrifying shockwave erupted from the point of impact, forming a visible ring of air that tore a layer of earth straight off the swamp below!

Long Jingtian felt a tearing pain shoot through half his body. Over a dozen of his hard dragon scales shattered instantly, and his massive frame was sent flying sideways over a hundred meters by that unreasonable brute force!

“Who?!”

Long Jingtian steadied himself, shocked and furious.

He focused his gaze and saw a majestic Five-Clawed Golden Dragon hovering above Long Teng, its golden scales radiating a sacred glow in the gray swamp, its golden pupils burning with tangible fury locked squarely onto him.

“This bloodline… this aura…” Long Jingtian’s enormous dragon pupils suddenly contracted. “It’s you, you bastard?!”

He recognized that aura!

It was that brat who had been forced to vomit blood by his pressure in the study, yet still refused to bow his head!

But what shocked him even more was this form. He had seen it fifteen years ago—the rebellious Dragon Clan outcast that still terrified him to this day!

But this aura was far too weak, worlds apart from that person back then.

“Old dog!” The golden dragon that Long Yan had transformed into spoke in human tongue, every word carrying the force of thunder. “Today, you die without a doubt!”

Below, Long Teng was completely stunned as well.

He leaned on his sword, looking up at the golden dragon radiating boundless majesty as it shielded him beneath its body, his expression complicated beyond words.

This kid… hadn’t he already left Border Dragon City?

How could he be here saving him?

Could it be… because of Xiao Wu?

“Good! Good! Excellent!” Long Jingtian burst into wild laughter, his massive tail whipping through the air, producing a series of sonic booms.

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“An ungrateful turncoat and a bastard who doesn’t know his place! Since you two in-laws are so eager to reunite down below, this old man will be merciful today and grant your wish!”

Even with his kidney pierced through, even with his origin damaged.

He was still a Level Eight! Someone who had touched the power of Domain!

“Witness what it means to be Level Eight!”

Long Jingtian roared.

“Soul-Devouring Black Prison!”

In an instant, all light within several hundred meters was devoured, and absolute darkness descended.

Sound, light, mental strength… everything was sealed off.

Long Yan felt his massive dragon body suddenly grow heavy, as the darkness around him transformed into countless sticky tentacles that tightly wrapped around his dragon scales, madly draining the life force and Spirit Energy from his body.

“What the hell is this?!” Long Yan let out a furious roar.

“Hmph, an ant like you dares to pry into the domain of gods?” From within the darkness came Long Jingtian’s cold, smug voice. “Here, I am the master of everything!”

Whoosh!

A pitch-black dragon claw, silent and unseen, extended from Long Yan’s blind spot, striking directly at his vital Reverse Scale.

Its speed had already surpassed the limits of Long Yan’s dynamic vision.

Just as the claw was about to touch Long Yan’s Reverse Scale—

BOOM—!!

On the other side of the sky, without any warning, it was dyed a shocking blood-red!

A terrifying aura—more violent, chaotic, and filled with destructive desire than all the giant dragons present combined—swept in like an apocalyptic tsunami.

Crack!

Long Jingtian’s prized “Soul-Devouring Black Prison” shattered like fragile glass under the impact of this aura, instantly covered in cracks before exploding into pieces!

“ROAR—!!”

This roar was no longer the howl of a beast, but carried endless venom, agony, and sorrow.

The earth trembled violently as mud shot into the air.

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The Fallen Magic Dragon that had been hunting Long Xuan had returned.

But now, its state was eerily bizarre.

In its originally crazed and tyrannical scarlet dragon eyes, a struggling glimmer of clarity had appeared.

Yet beneath that clarity lay an even deeper, boundless pain and hatred.

Its chaotic memories, jolted awake by Long Xuan’s continuous Mental Strength attacks moments ago, had resurfaced.

Countless fragmented images surged through its mind, slicing at its nerves.

[A cozy wooden cabin… a young couple holding a baby… “Child, from now on, your name shall be Long Yi.”]

[Flames raging to the sky! Pureblood Dragon Clan guards in ornate armor! “A branch bloodline, as lowly as mud! Daring to secretly hoard high-grade Crystals—a capital crime!”]

[His father’s head rolled to the ground… his mother was pinned to the wall by a spear…]

[He organized the Resistance Army, only to be brutally suppressed… falling short at the final step…]

[A girl with a familiar aura hid him deep in the swamp… “Live on…”]

Who was that?

It didn’t matter anymore!

What mattered was that scent!

“Pureblood Dragon Clan…”

The Fallen Magic Dragon’s colossal body crashed down in the center of the battlefield, the ground instantly collapsing into a massive crater.

Its enormous dragon eyes, streaming with bloody tears, stared unwaveringly, unblinkingly, at the two Pureblood Giant Dragons in the field—Long Jingtian and Long Teng.

That scent!

That lofty, nauseating, bone-deep scent of the Pureblood Dragon Clan!

That scent had killed his family and destroyed everything he had!

Its scarlet maw slowly opened, and what emerged was no longer a dragon’s roar, but a hoarse, human voice dripping with boundless hatred.

“Die…”

“You… all of you… must die…”