Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 371 – Yellow Mud in the Trousers

Long Ye’s head was ringing, and even the massive dragon head involuntarily swayed.

Long Yi was a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon—this he knew.

After all, that was the ruthless man who had turned the Dragon Clan upside down fifteen years ago.

But that kid beside him, who only looked like a Level 7, was also a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon?!

When had this atavistic bloodline, rarer than one in a billion, become as common as cabbage?

“Long Ye!!”

Long Teng, transformed into a black giant dragon, had completely lost his mind by now.

His eyes, burning with ghostly flames, pierced through layers of clouds and mist, staring fixedly at the ruins below.

There lay two “corpses.”

One was a golden-haired young woman whose body had been blasted apart, leaving only half remaining, her blood staining the once-splendid black dress crimson.

The other was a purple-haired beauty with a massive hole torn through her chest, her heart already stopped, her face still bearing the resolute expression of one who had sacrificed herself to protect a younger generation.

His daughter was dead.

His former childhood sweetheart—though he had always hated her—had also died, this time saving his daughter.

And both had died at the hands of this sanctimonious Second Elder!

“I’ll tear you… limb from limb!!”

Long Teng let out a blood-curdling roar, his enormous dragon wings suddenly beating with force.

Boom!

The air was crushed and exploded.

He transformed into a black bolt of lightning, jaws gaping wide, recklessly lunging for Long Ye’s neck.

“Madman!”

Long Ye cursed under his breath, hastily raising his dragon claw to block.

Clang!!

Sparks flew everywhere.

The force far exceeded Long Ye’s expectations. After that collision, he felt his entire arm go numb.

Every move Long Teng made was a trade-life-for-life strike, completely abandoning defense.

“Soul-Devouring Annihilation!”

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Countless black vengeful spirits emerged from beneath Long Teng’s scales, morphing into hideous ghostly faces, madly gnawing at Long Ye’s protective aura.

“Damn! That’s Long Jingtian’s technique!”

Long Ye was both shocked and enraged.

Before he could even catch his breath—

“Golden Dragon: Prison Suppression!”

Above his head, Long Yi’s Five-Clawed Golden Dragon form had long been poised to strike.

A colossal golden dragon claw, carrying a terrifying pressure that suppressed everything in its path, slammed viciously onto Long Ye’s spine.

Boom!!

The blow was heavy and forceful.

Long Ye felt his internal organs shift out of place, his massive body plummeting hundreds of meters from the impact.

“Pfft—”

A mouthful of purple dragon blood sprayed across the sky.

“Long Yi! You traitor still dare to show your face!” Long Ye’s face twisted in pain.

“Blood for blood—that’s only natural justice.”

Long Yi’s voice was cold as iron, with no wasted words. He lashed his dragon tail like a golden steel whip, striking again at Long Ye’s face.

At the same time—

That Level 7 Long Yan was now displaying a ferocity that rivaled even a Level 8.

“Pay with your life… for Wu’er!!”

Long Yan’s eyes were bloodshot, and beads of blood seeped from his golden dragon scales.

He was burning his own life force.

That Level 8 Crystal Core, not yet fully digested, churned wildly within his body, the energy it provided nearly bursting his meridians.

But he didn’t care.

His mind was filled with nothing but the shattered image of that golden-haired girl at the end.

The girl who always called him “Brother Long Yan” with a mischievous grin.

The girl who had asked, “If one day I died right in front of you, would you be sad?”

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She was truly dead.

Dead right before his eyes.

“ROAR!!”

Long Yan transformed into a streak of golden light and charged straight into the protective domain surrounding Long Ye.

Even as the scales on his body sizzled and corroded under the domain’s power, he refused to retreat, sinking his fangs into the base of Long Ye’s wing.

That was one of the most vulnerable spots on a dragon.

Crack!

He tore off a massive chunk of flesh and skin with sheer brute force.

“Ah!! Get off! You insignificant ant!”

Long Ye roared in agony, whipping around to swat Long Yan away with a single claw strike.

Long Yan’s body slammed into the ground like a cannonball, collapsing an entire street on impact.

But he immediately staggered back into the air, mouth full of blood, eyes as fierce as a starving wolf, and charged again.

“Mad… you’re all mad!!”

Long Ye was afraid.

Truly afraid.

Facing three lunatics who had no regard for their own lives—especially when two of them were Rank 8 powerhouses—he had absolutely no chance of victory.

What filled him with the deepest despair was the scene below.

In a brief lull in the battle, he had swept his Mental Strength over the two corpses.

No signs of life.

No soul fluctuations.

Even the exposed heart had gone completely cold.

Long Xuan was dead beyond any doubt.

Long Wu was shattered into pieces that couldn’t even be reassembled.

“This… how is this possible?”

Long Ye’s heart turned to ice.

Even his Void-Rending Cannon, when striking a peak Rank 7 powerhouse, would at most inflict severe injuries—never a one-hit kill!

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Unless… unless Long Xuan was already dead the moment she charged out?

Or she had voluntarily dropped all her defenses and sought death?

Either way, it no longer mattered.

What mattered was the evidence before his eyes.

Fifth Elder Long Xuan, in order to save Long Wu, had died at the hands of Long Ye.

This was irrefutable proof.

This was a dead end.

Once Grand Elder Long Zhan arrived and saw this scene, no matter how many excuses Long Ye had, he could never explain it away.

In the Dragon Clan, killing an elder was a capital crime!

“Damn it! Damn it all!!”

Long Ye’s heart was filled with regret and frustration.

He felt as though an invisible net had been cast over him the moment he stepped out of the Dragon Emperor Hall, trapping him completely.

A hidden hand behind the scenes had used him as a pawn—to provoke Long Teng, to trigger this devastating internal conflict.

Who?

Who in the hell was it?!

Long Ye desperately fended off the combined assault of Long Teng and Long Yi while frantically searching his mind for suspects.

But no matter how hard he racked his brain, he could never have guessed that the true culprit was one of the two corpses lying on the ground below.

Golden light tore through the heavens.

A pressure more terrifying, more ancient, and more overbearing than anyone present descended like ten thousand mountains crashing down.

The four dragons locked in fierce combat all froze mid-motion under that force.

The clouds churned as a massive phantom head of a golden dragon emerged from the mist.

Its eyes held not a trace of emotion, like the sun and moon hanging high above, gazing down upon the ants below.

Grand Elder, Long Zhan.

Peak Rank 8.

Even Long Ye and Long Teng, both Rank 8 themselves, felt a suffocating pressure from the depths of their bloodline.

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“Have you had enough?”

The voice was soft, yet it thundered in the depths of every soul present.

Long Ye’s heart surged with ecstasy.

Reinforcement had arrived!

As long as the Grand Elder was here, even if those three madmen joined forces, they couldn’t stir up any waves!

He was just about to open his mouth to explain when he realized that the pair of golden eyes above his head were not looking at him at all—they were fixed intently on the ruins below.

There lay two corpses.

One was a young girl whose half a body had been blasted apart. That was Long Wu.

The other was a beautiful woman with a gaping hole in her chest, still maintaining a posture of spreading her arms wide in protection. That was… Long Xuan.

The air froze at this moment.

A visible crack appeared on Long Zhan’s face, which had been as cold and indifferent as a god’s.

He slowly descended, landing beside the purple-robed corpse.

That was his own younger sister.

The crazy sister who, just yesterday, had been crying in front of him, saying, “I want to raise Wu’er as my own daughter.”

Although he had tacitly allowed Long Ye to clean house for the sake of the Dragon Clan’s greater good, he had never wanted Long Xuan to die!

“Who did this?”

Long Zhan’s voice was terrifyingly calm, like the sea before a storm.

Long Teng, wreathed in black aura, was wary of Long Zhan’s power, but hatred made him fearless.

He pointed at Long Ye in the air and let out a shrill, manic laugh:

“Long Zhan! Look at what your fine dog has done!”

“To kill my daughter, he didn’t even spare your own sister!”

“Is this the rule of your Council of Elders? Killing even your own people?!”

Long Zhan jerked his head up, his gaze piercing toward Long Ye like a sharp sword.

In that instant, Long Ye felt as if he had been stripped naked and thrown into a frozen wasteland.

“G-Grand Elder, let me explain!”