Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 369 – It’s All a Fucking Scam!

Long Ye’s voice echoed above the City Lord’s mansion, carrying a teasing, cat-and-mouse tone.

“Long Wu, don’t say this Elder didn’t give you a chance.”

Long Ye hovered high in the sky, the air beneath his feet subtly warping from the energy fluctuations.

He looked down at the tiny figure below, not a trace of pity in his eyes.

“Your father Long Teng betrayed us and murdered the Third Elder. As his spawn, you should have been skinned alive and have your tendons pulled. But I’m a merciful man, so I’ll just send you to meet him directly.”

Yui stood frozen in place.

Her nails had dug so deeply into her palms from sheer terror that blood was dripping through her fingers.

She was currently bearing the identity of “Long Wu.”

Under the oppressive weight of this Rank 8 powerhouse’s aura, she felt that even breathing had become a luxury.

“Elder, City Lord Long Teng has already fallen in battle. Please spare the new City Lord.”

Long Yan gritted his teeth, forcing out those words against the pressure that was nearly crushing his bones.

Every bone in his body was creaking audibly.

“And who do you think you are? You think you’re worthy of bargaining with me?”

Long Ye let out a cold snort.

Boom!

An invisible shockwave rippled outward in an instant.

Everyone around Yui—including Long Yan and Yuzuru—was struck as if by lightning, spitting out blood before collapsing limply to the ground.

“Jiji has already taken the others away… I just need to hold on for three more minutes…”

Yui silently counted the time in her mind.

She raised her head, and a sorrowful smile appeared on that face identical to Long Wu’s.

“For the Council of Elders to act personally, I suppose I should be honored that you think so highly of this junior.”

“Enough talk.”

Long Ye waved his hand impatiently.

He sensed several powerful auras rapidly approaching from the distance.

This dirty work needed to be finished quickly.

“Void-Rending Cannon!”

Long Ye spread his palm, and a ball of black light suddenly condensed in the center of his hand.

The air around the orb was constantly shattering apart.

This was not merely an energy attack.

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It also contained his bloodline talent—the ability to directly corrode the Mental Sea.

“Die!”

Long Ye sneered and flicked his finger.

The orb transformed into a streak of black-purple light, carrying an aura of utter destruction as it hurtled straight toward the main hall of the City Lord’s mansion.

At the same moment.

Outside the West Gate of Border Dragon City.

“NO!! Long Ye, you DARE!!”

A heart-wrenching roar exploded through the air.

Long Teng had nearly gone mad.

He had just arrived at the city gate when he witnessed this scene.

That ball of purple-black light was crashing down upon his only daughter.

Beside him, Long Yan and Long Yi’s eyes were bloodshot, their Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodlines burning wildly within their bodies.

But they were too far away.

Even for Rank 8 powerhouses, there was no way to catch up to the speed of that falling orb.

Long Teng stared in despair, his eyes wide.

Just as that world-destroying strike was about to pierce through Yui’s chest—

Whoosh!

Out of nowhere, a purple afterimage materialized in the void.

It was a face of extreme allure, yet tinged with a hint of madness.

The Fifth Elder, Long Xuan!

“Wu’er!”

Lin Fan, disguised as Long Xuan, let out a piercing cry.

She activated no defenses whatsoever, spreading her arms wide to shield Long Wu’s body with her own.

BANG!!

A violent explosion erupted at the center of the City Lord’s mansion.

Golden and crimson blood sprayed through the air.

Half of that blood belonged to Yui, and half belonged to Long Xuan.

The shockwave from the blast instantly leveled the entire City Lord’s mansion.

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As the dust cleared.

The scene was devastating beyond words.

Long Wu’s body was only half intact, barely recognizable as human.

And Long Xuan knelt in a pool of blood, her chest exposed with white bones visible, even the naked heart could be seen beating with gradually slowing rhythm.

Those bones were still entwined with the black corrosive aura unique to Long Ye.

“Wu’er?! Long Xuan?”

Long Teng fell to his knees with a thud at the edge of the ruins.

His entire body was trembling violently.

Long Yan and Long Yi landed right behind him, and seeing the shredded flesh and blood everywhere, both their minds went completely blank.

“This… how is this possible?”

Long Ye halted mid-air, utterly stunned.

He looked at the purple figure lying in the pool of blood, his fingers trembling.

“Fifth sister? Weren’t you at the Dragon Emperor Hall? Why are you here?”

Long Ye’s voice turned parched and hoarse.

That Void-Rending Cannon he had just fired was aimed at massacring the city.

It was a full ten-tenths of his strength!

Striking Long Xuan, who was at the peak of Rank 7, head-on, and in a situation where she was completely off guard…

“Teng… brother…”

Lin Fan weakly moved her fingers.

Those beautiful purple-gold vertical pupils of hers had already lost their luster.

Her gaze blurred as she looked toward Long Teng in the distance, a thread of blood seeping from the corner of her mouth.

“I couldn’t save Wu’er… I’m sorry…”

With that said.

Lin Fan’s eyelids rolled up, and her aura instantly dropped to freezing point, like a candle in the wind about to be extinguished at any moment.

“Ah!! Long Ye! I’ll make you pay with your life!!”

Long Teng in the distance let out a long howl toward the heavens.

His long black hair turned grayish-white in an instant.

The Rank 8 Dragon Bone within his body erupted with an unprecedented pitch-black radiance.

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It was the ultimate hatred.

It was the madness after fifteen years of endurance, when the last shred of hope was destroyed.

Boom!

The air was brutally torn apart.

A phantom image of a giant dragon, shimmering with dazzling golden light, wrapped in heat hot enough to melt steel, slammed fiercely into Long Ye mid-air.

“Beast!!”

That roar carried despair and grief-stricken fury.

Long Yan’s eyes were bloodshot, the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon bloodline within him pushed to its absolute limit in that moment.

He didn’t care about the gap in ranks, didn’t care that the other party was a Rank 8 powerhouse.

His mind was filled only with that golden-haired girl lying in the pool of blood, her body broken in two.

The girl who had saved his life many times.

The girl who always called him “Brother Long Yan” and was willing to give him a Level 8 Crystal Core.

The girl who always teased him with a mischievous smile yet genuinely helped him from the bottom of her heart.

Dead.

Right before his eyes, killed by this arrogant piece of trash like crushing an ant.

He remembered that night at the hot springs in Border Dragon City, their conversation.

[Brother Long Yan, if one day I die before your eyes, would you grieve for me?]

[You won’t die before me, unless I die first.]

He had broken his promise… Besides Ning Shuang, he now owed another girl.

“Ahhhhhh!!!! Die!!”

Long Yan’s hands transformed into Dragon Claws as he charged furiously at Long Ye.

Long Ye’s brow furrowed slightly. This aura…

“Ancient Divine Dragon Bloodline? The same bloodline as that traitor…”

A flicker of surprise passed through Long Ye’s eyes as he casually waved his hand.

A pitch-black barrier materialized out of thin air.

Clang!

The Dragon Claws struck the black barrier, erupting with a piercing metallic screech.

Though blocked, Long Ye’s body was actually shaken back half a step by the brute force.

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How was this possible?

He was a mid-Rank 8 powerhouse!

How could a mere Rank 7 brat shake him?

Before Long Ye could figure it out, two even more terrifying auras, like two great mountains, locked onto his qi from left and right simultaneously.

To the left, a sky-filling black miasma, carrying a soul-corrupting chill.

To the right, a violent golden light, radiating the overbearing dominance of pure yang.

Long Ye whipped his head around, his gaze piercing through the smoke and dust of the explosion, landing on the two figures rapidly closing in.

His pupils constricted sharply.

That face…

Even if fifteen years had passed, even if it bore more traces of hardship, he could never mistake it.

“Long Yi?!”

For the first time, Long Ye’s voice wavered.

That rebel—that madman who had been wanted by the Dragon Clan for fifteen whole years—was still alive?

His gaze then shifted to the other figure.

Wild white hair flying in disarray, his body wreathed in the familiar Soul-Devouring Power, the hatred in those eyes burning a thousand times more intense than the fiercest vengeful spirit.

“Long Teng?!”

Long Ye felt his mind go blank with a ringing buzz .

Long Teng wasn’t dead?

Not only was he not dead, even the Dragon Bone that had been dug out had been restored… and he was even… at the Eighth Grade?!

In a flash of lightning and sparks.

Long Ye’s highly intelligent brain, which he prided himself on, spun at full speed. Countless clues in that instant linked together into a clear logical thread.

Long Jingtian was dead.

Long Teng was not dead.

Long Yi had returned.

A conspiracy!

It was all a goddamn conspiracy!

“Damn it!”