Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 372 – The Goddess Makes Her Entrance

Long Ye panicked.

He was truly panicked.

That feeling of being caught with his pants down—guilty even when innocent—sent a wave of despair through the man known as the “strategist” for his cunning.

“Explain?”

Long Zhan slowly rose to his feet, pointing at the residual energy fluctuations on Long Xuan’s corpse. “Those are traces left by your Void-Rending Cannon. What more is there to explain?”

“I… this…” Long Ye was at a loss for words.

It was indeed him who fired.

But he was aiming at that Long Wu! Who the hell knew Long Xuan would suddenly rush in and take the blast?

Besides, how could a peak seventh-level expert be so fragile? Dead from a single shot?

“Great Elder! Something’s wrong here! Long Xuan she—”

“Shut up!”

Long Zhan’s furious roar cut Long Ye off mid-sentence.

In his mind, Lin Fan’s mad yet deeply affectionate appearance from yesterday automatically surfaced.

“Brother, that child carries Brother Teng’s blood… I want to raise her. I want to hear her call me mother…”

So that was it.

Long Zhan closed his eyes, an indescribable regret surging in his heart.

Xuan’er hadn’t truly gone mad—she knew he was going to kill Long Wu, so she had secretly followed.

At the final moment, she chose to trade her own life for the life of that “rival’s daughter.”

Was this karma?

Back then, her betrayal had driven Long Qingyue to death, and now she died for Long Qingyue’s daughter.

The logic came full circle.

In Long Zhan’s eyes, all of this made perfect sense. The only one who deserved to die was Long Ye, who hadn’t held back his hand!

But…

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Long Zhan took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent surging within him.

He couldn’t kill Long Ye.

At least not now.

There were three mad dogs on the other side—Long Yi, Long Teng, and Long Yan. If he didn’t protect Long Ye, relying on himself alone, though he could win, the cost would be too great.

The Dragon Race Council of Elders had already lost the Third and Fifth Elders. They couldn’t afford to lose the Second.

“Long Ye.” Long Zhan reopened his eyes, an icy coldness in their depths. “After this is over, report to the Punishment Hall to accept your sentence. For now…”

He turned to face the three across from him—Long Teng and his group—as golden light erupted around him.

“Deal with the external enemies first!”

Hearing this, Long Teng laughed until tears streamed down his face.

“What a fine ‘deal with external enemies’! What a fine ‘report to the Punishment Hall’!”

“Your sister is dead, yet you can still fight side by side with her killer! Long Zhan, you truly are a cold-blooded creature without a heart!”

“Since that’s the case, then today we fight to the bitter end!”

Boom!

The battle erupted once more.

This time, with Long Zhan joining the fray, the situation reversed instantly.

Peak eighth-level combat power was simply unreasonable.

Long Zhan transformed into a golden Western dragon, single-handedly taking on both Long Yi and Long Teng while still maintaining a firm advantage.

And Long Ye, though severely wounded and mentally shattered, was more than enough to handle Long Yan, who was still at the seventh level.

The entire Border Dragon City trembled in the face of this unprecedented battle.

…

A hundred meters underground.

Lin Fan sat cross-legged on a rock, holding a bag of potato chips, munching with great enjoyment as she watched the live broadcast through her Omniscient Domain.

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“Tsk tsk, with Long Zhan’s ability to overthink and fill in the blanks, it’s a shame he doesn’t write novels.”

She brushed the crumbs off her hands, in an excellent mood.

The two lifelike “corpses” on the surface were, of course, no mere illusion—they were a new function the system had unlocked earlier.

[Skin-Suit Disguise: Special consumable skill.]

[Description: Consume one Skin to perfectly replicate and materialize the state of a target’s body.]

For this performance, Lin Fan had spared no expense.

She picked two excellent-grade Skins from her inventory that she had collected earlier in the Forest of Elves, perfectly replicating the state she and Yui had been in at the moment of their near-death experience.

Even if Long Zhan personally performed the autopsy, all he would find was real flesh and blood and lingering traces of Law Aura.

This was the domineering nature of the System.

In this world, it was the ultimate cheat code.

“Long Ye is definitely taking the fall for this one.”

Lin Fan stood up and smoothed the pure white, flawless long dress she was wearing.

The battle outside had reached its climax.

Long Teng had explosive power, but having just fused with Long Jingtian’s Dragon Bone, his stamina was lacking.

Long Yan was barely holding on by burning his own life force.

Only Long Yi, that cheap uncle of hers, could still trade blows with Long Zhan, but even he couldn’t last much longer.

The timing was about right.

If this continued, it would end in a deadlock.

But what she wanted wasn’t a deadlock—it was chaos.

Only in chaos would her role as a “god” have value.

A faint smile curled at the corners of Lin Fan’s lips, revealing a divine smile.

“Time for this lady to make her entrance.”

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…

On the battlefield.

“Pfft—!”

Long Teng was struck in the chest by Long Zhan’s fist. The sternum that had just barely healed shattered once again, and his entire body plummeted toward the ground like a meteor.

“Long Teng!”

Long Yi roared, wanting to rescue him, but was firmly trapped by Long Zhan’s War God Domain.

“You’ve got time to worry about others? Die!”

Long Zhan’s eyes were bloodshot. His massive golden Dragon Claws blotted out the sky, carrying an aura of utter destruction as they slammed down toward Long Teng below.

If that strike landed, Long Teng would be dead without a doubt.

An air of despair enveloped the entire battlefield.

At that critical moment—

Hum—

A ethereal, sacred hum, as if from ancient times, suddenly resounded across heaven and earth.

Then.

From the ground that had been utterly ravaged by the battle’s shockwaves.

An endless emerald light surged forth like spring water from beneath the earth.

Wherever it passed, black smoke dissipated and green grass grew.

Even Long Zhan’s War God Domain, filled with his murderous intent, seemed to meet its natural enemy under the wash of this gentle light, dissolving inch by inch.

“Who goes there?!”

Green light filled the sky.

The light wasn’t blinding—instead, it carried a breathtaking tenderness.

Just as Long Zhan’s golden Dragon Claws, powerful enough to crush mountains, were about to descend, the green energy rose like tender sprouts breaking through the soil in spring—fragile in appearance, yet effortlessly pushing aside the heavy rock above.

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Hum—

The air rippled from the intense fluctuations of energy.

Long Zhan’s massive claw, wrapped in his War God Domain and unstoppable as it was, came to an abrupt halt a full ten meters above the ground.

Countless vine-like points of light interwove in the air, forming a massive web of life that dissolved the devastating strike into nothingness.

“Who?!”

Long Zhan’s pupils contracted sharply. His enormous dragon head whipped toward the source of the light.

Not just him.

Long Teng, who had narrowly escaped death, Long Yi, who was trapped, Long Yan, whose eyes were bloodshot, and even Long Ye on the opposing side, who had thought victory was assured—all of them instinctively held their breath.

At the center of the ruins.

The dust settled.

A figure hovered silently in midair, three feet above the ground.

It was a woman.

She wore no impressive battle armor—just a simple, pure white long dress of the utmost elegance.

On this battlefield of flying blood and thick smoke, that splash of white seemed utterly out of place, yet so sacred that one dared not look directly at her.

She was barefoot, her ankles slender as jade.

A waterfall of pure white hair cascaded loosely behind her, reaching all the way to her ankles, each strand seeming to glow as it swayed gently with the air currents.

But what struck the observer most was her face.

It was a face so perfect it transcended the aesthetic sensibilities of any race.

It bore neither the innate sharpness and arrogance of the Dragon Clan, nor the subservience or wildness of the Demi-humans.

She simply stood there.

As if she were the very embodiment of the word “beauty.”

“Wh-what… what is she?”