Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 348 – Does Anyone Else Have an Objection?

The dust cleared.

At the center of the massive impact crater, the centaur chieftain Kane—who had been so arrogant just moments ago—now had most of his horse body embedded in the earth, his four legs twitching feebly.

The entire field fell into deathly silence.

The centaurs and deer-folk who had been locked in battle moments before now seemed frozen in time, stiffly holding their original positions.

Everyone’s breathing became cautious, afraid of disturbing something.

Their gazes all focused on the figure slowly descending from a hundred meters in the air.

Her black gothic dress billowed loudly in the wind, her dark purple curls dancing with the breeze.

Those golden-purple vertical pupils coldly surveyed the scene below, and the pair of matching purple-gold dragon horns atop her head refracted a heart-stopping luster in the sunlight.

“D-Dragon… Dragon Clan?!”

No one knew who shouted first, their voice trembling.

On this continent, the Dragon Clan was heaven itself—the unassailable sovereign race.

Even the mightiest beastman tribe was nothing but ants before the Dragon Clan.

Bambi clutched the wound on her chest, staring in disbelief at the woman radiating terrifying pressure before her.

She could sense that the aura emanating from this woman was vast as the ocean—even a single wisp of it made her soul tremble, despite being a peak Level 6 expert.

This was suppression through bloodline.

Lin Fan lightly tapped her toes and landed on a protruding rock. She gracefully folded her lace fan, her gaze sweeping across every creature present.

“Too noisy.”

She spoke—her voice soft, yet it pierced clearly into everyone’s ears.

Kane struggled to lift his head from the mud pit, his face covered in blood, his eyes fierce: “Who… who are you?! How dare you interfere in the affairs of my centaur clan…”

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“Rambling.”

Lin Fan’s brow furrowed slightly as she pressed her finger gently downward.

BOOM!

Kane, who had just raised his head, was slammed back into the mud by an invisible force—this time without even a scream, knocked unconscious instantly.

His entire horse body was buried in the earth, only one hind leg still twitching outside.

“Remember this well.”

Lin Fan casually smoothed the lace on her cuffs, her tone as indifferent as if she were commenting on the weather.

“My name is Long Xuan, Fifth Elder of the Pure-blood Dragon Council of Elders.”

The moment these words were spoken, the faces of every creature present turned deathly pale.

Pure-blood Dragon Elder!

That was an existence standing at the very pinnacle of this world—a legendary figure who could effortlessly destroy an entire city!

Every Elder possessed strength of at least Level 7, making them virtually invincible on this continent.

All the centaur warriors instantly dropped their weapons, prostrating themselves on the ground in trembling submission.

The deer-folk were so terrified they barely dared to breathe, afraid of disturbing this fearsome presence.

Bambi suppressed her terror, bending her front legs to kneel on the ground, her voice reverent and trembling: “Honored Elder Long Xuan… this humble one does not know you have descended here—what commands do you have? If the deer-folk can be of service…”

“Save me that false courtesy.”

Lin Fan cut her off, her gaze sweeping openly over Bambi’s gracefully proportioned deer form, then turning to the trembling deer-folk maidens behind her.

Though they were different races, she had to admit—the deer-folk’s genetics were truly exceptional.

Every single one was tall and slender, carrying a natural, pure charm.

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Especially that clan leader, Bambi—a sixth-level late-stage Wood affinity talent. If she were made into a Skin, she’d be absolute top-tier.

As for the centaurs… Lin Fan’s gaze swept over the female centaurs.

Though their strength was decent, they fell short of the Deer-folk in terms of beauty.

“I’m in a hurry, so I’ll say this only once.”

Lin Fan raised a slender finger, a faint purple light swirling at its tip.

“From both of your tribes, hand over every female above the fourth level.”

“Those who refuse… die.”

The moment the words fell, the entire lakeshore sank into deathly silence.

The centaurs and Deer-folk exchanged bewildered glances, thinking they must have misheard.

Not tribute. Not Crystals. But… females above the fourth level?

What kind of bizarre demand was this?

“Great Dragon Lord!”

From the centaur camp, a deputy chief—smaller in stature but still at early sixth level—forced himself to stand. He gripped his battle axe, legs trembling, yet his eyes blazed with the desperate ferocity of a cornered beast.

“We centaurs have always respected the Dragon Clan, but your demand… is too much!”

Centaurs were a race that revered strength and procreation.

Females were already scarce in their tribes, and powerful females above the fourth level were the key to bearing strong offspring.

If they handed them over, the tribe would be cut off at the roots.

“We centaurs may not be a match for the Dragon Clan, but we’re not sheep waiting to be slaughtered!” The deputy chief’s voice grew louder. “If it’s treasure you want, we can give it! Crystals, we can give those too! But our women—that’s impossible!”

The deputy chief’s roar ignited the bloodlust of the centaur warriors.

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“That’s right! Fight her to the death!”

“So what if she’s a Dragon! This is the Forest of Elves!”

“Worst case, we die!”

Over two hundred centaur warriors tightened their grips on their weapons, eyes bloodshot, thick white breath snorting from their nostrils, front hooves pawing the ground.

That was the centaur way—nothing but muscle between their ears. Once the blood rushed to their heads, they’d charge at anyone.

Lin Fan watched the scene, no anger in her eyes whatsoever. Instead, a hint of pity for fools flickered through them.

“What an amusing race.”

So this was what they meant by “all muscle, no brain”?

“Since you won’t give them up.”

Lin Fan let out a soft sigh, her tone even carrying a trace of regret.

The next second, her golden-purple Vertical pupils shifted to dark purple.

[Heart of Envy]—activate!

Her terrifying Mental Strength instantly doubled, reaching a despair-inducing seventy-three thousand points!

In that moment, the sky changed color. The previously clear sky suddenly darkened, and an invisible pressure descended from above, crushing the breath out of everyone present.

The centaur warriors, who had been roaring with fervor moments ago, felt a searing pain explode in their minds—as if countless red-hot steel needles were being driven deep into their brains.

“AHHH!”

Screams of agony pierced the heavens.

Then, something even more horrifying unfolded.

Lin Fan raised her right hand and made a grasping motion in the air toward the centaur ranks.

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Though Lin Fan herself couldn’t manipulate gravity, with her current terrifying Mental Strength of seventy thousand, even a simple telekinetic squeeze was more than these third- and fourth-level centaurs could withstand.

Squelch! Squelch! Squelch!

Like ripe watermelons crushed beneath a truck.

The dozens of centaur warriors charging at the front didn’t even have a chance to react—they were instantly crushed into pulp by the invisible gravitational force.

Blood mixed with fragments of internal organs, bursting into dazzling blossoms of gore.

The deputy chieftain who had been shouting moments ago now lay sprawled on the ground like a dead toad, every bone in his body shattered inch by inch, his eyeballs bulging as he stared fixedly at Lin Fan, his eyes filled with nothing but boundless terror. He opened his mouth as if to speak, but only wheezing “heh-heh” sounds of leaking air escaped.

Instant kill.

A true instant kill.

Whether it was a third-tier foot soldier or a sixth-tier deputy chieftain, before the current Lin Fan, there was no difference at all.

“Does anyone else have objections?”

Lin Fan’s voice echoed across the silent battlefield.

No one dared to answer.

All the centaur warriors knelt on the ground, their bodies trembling like sieves. That surge of hot-blooded courage from earlier had long since fled to who-knows-where.

Over on the Deer-folk side, they were scared out of their wits. Bambi knelt on the ground, forehead pressed tightly against the earth, her voice trembling: “Lord Long Xuan… the Deer-folk are willing to obey all of your commands…”

“That’s more like it.”

Lin Fan nodded with satisfaction and retracted his Heart of Envy.

That terrifying pressure vanished in an instant, and everyone gasped for air in great gulps, like drowning victims finally surfacing.

“All females above fourth tier, step forward,” Lin Fan said coolly. “Move quickly—I don’t have that much time to waste with you.”