Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 485 – Lies Always Leave Clues

Snow and wind swept across the Altai Mountains.

Zhou Ming knelt on one knee on the frozen ground, all ten fingers buried deep in the rubble.

The edges of the blue light gate began to flicker irregularly.

“How many are left?”

“About three thousand!”

Wang Shan’s voice came from behind, completely distorted.

Three hundred Puppet Soldiers formed two columns, pushing the survivors toward the light gate.

Some fell, some cried out, some clutched their children and shoved forward desperately.

Wang Shan’s hands flailed wildly in the air as he manipulated the Puppet Soldiers to maintain order.

Veins bulged on his forehead, his entire face pale and tinged with green.

“Damn it—we just betrayed the Dragon Clan and now we’re already screwed.”

Wang Shan cursed nonstop, legs trembling, hands still working.

“Hurry! Move it, all of you! Hey, you in front, don’t just stand there—go!”

Zhou Ming ignored him.

He could sense the two energy signatures to the northwest rapidly moving away.

Three seconds later, a terrifying shockwave erupted from that direction.

The pressure of fifty Pureblood Dragon Clan members was released simultaneously.

He clenched his jaw, forcing his spatial power out thread by thread.

The light gate shook violently but didn’t shatter.

“Hold it together…”

Northwest.

A hundred kilometers away.

Zhu Yan hovered at three thousand meters altitude.

Her jacket had long been torn apart by the gale, shreds scattering in the snow mist.

Her right hand reached into her chest, squeezing the black hair tie.

She didn’t take it out. Her fingers loosened, then withdrew from the torn coat pocket.

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Dark golden scales spread from the back of her hand, crawling up her forearm, across her shoulder, all the way to her neck and cheeks.

The Dragon horns on her forehead began a second growth, becoming longer and sharper.

The bloodline pressure of the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon was fully unleashed.

In the snow clouds high above and behind her, Lu Yuan had already compressed all Light Element back into his body.

No radiance, no aura fluctuation—he vanished entirely from perception.

Five hundred meters ahead.

Fifty figures appeared from the horizon, all clad in dark heavy armor, each with distinct Dragon horns, their pressure stacking layer upon layer.

The temperature of the entire sky dropped by over ten degrees.

Long Yuan, at the lead, raised his right hand.

Forty-nine Purebloods halted simultaneously.

Fifty people hovered mid-air.

The surrounding snowflakes were scattered by the shockwave, creating a vacuum for a kilometer in every direction.

Long Yuan stared at the woman covered in dark golden scales ahead.

The aura of a high-grade Pureblood.

Bloodline rank among the Dragon Clan was etched into one’s very bones.

Long Yuan was at the late seventh stage, extremely sensitive to Bloodline Suppression.

This woman’s bloodline rank was above his.

Since when did a place like Blue Star produce a high-grade Pureblood at the peak of the seventh stage?

“Who might you be?”

Long Yuan spoke.

His voice parted the snow and wind, cracks forming along the mountain ridge below as accumulated snow collapsed in thunderous avalanches.

“Within the Dragon Emperor Hall, this Commander has never seen you before.”

Zhu Yan crossed her arms over her chest, chin slightly raised.

She didn’t answer immediately.

One second.

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Two seconds.

Only after stalling long enough did she speak, her tone icy, carrying the characteristic impatience of one in a position of authority.

“By the Grand Elder’s direct order, we’re conducting an early purge of Blue Star’s remnants.”

Zhu Yan swept her gaze over the formation behind Long Yuan and furrowed her brow.

“You arrived far too late.”

Long Yuan didn’t respond.

The Grand Elder, Long Zhan, was indeed known for acting unilaterally.

Secretly cultivating his inner circle and bypassing other elders to carry out missions—this wasn’t something he hadn’t heard of before.

The bloodline pressure radiating from this woman couldn’t be faked.

At the very least, it wasn’t something ordinary means could forge.

The deputy commander beside him stepped forward half a pace, his voice kept low: “Commander, there were multiple high-energy bursts in this area just now. She couldn’t have done it alone.”

Long Yuan didn’t turn around.

He shifted his position, advancing three hundred meters forward.

At this distance, he could see every detail of the scales on her body.

The dark-golden Dragon Scales were tightly arranged, and the pressure from her Dragon horns was pure and intense.

But Long Yuan’s attention landed on the spot at Zhu Yan’s neck.

The junction between scales and skin.

In a normal Semi-Dragonification, the scale transition should be seamless.

But on this woman, the transition was filled with a sense of wrongness.

Long Yuan suppressed his suspicion, his expression unchanged.

“So you’re one of the Grand Elder’s people.”

He nodded, his tone even carrying a hint of courtesy.

“Does the Fifth Elder know you’ve come to Blue Star this time? After all, the Fifth Elder and the Grand Elder are siblings—surely she wasn’t kept in the dark.”

Zhu Yan didn’t hesitate.

“Of course she knows. Before I came, the Fifth Elder even asked me to bring her some clothes from Blue Star.”

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The courtesy on Long Yuan’s face shattered completely.

“The Fifth Elder is dead.”

His voice suddenly became very soft, so soft that only Zhu Yan could hear it.

“The Grand Elder’s trusted subordinate doesn’t even know this?”

Zhu Yan’s back stiffened for a moment.

Just that one moment.

Long Yuan had already moved.

But Zhu Yan was faster.

Her legs stomped violently against the void, compressing the air to its limit, a white sonic boom cloud exploding beneath her feet.

Her entire body shot forward.

One punch.

All her power poured into her right arm.

Peak seventh-stage physical strength, held back nothing.

“Who the hell are you!”

Long Yuan roared.

He didn’t retreat. His right fist met hers.

The two fists collided.

Sound disappeared for a second.

Then the shockwave exploded outward from the point of impact in all directions, shaving an entire layer off the mountain below.

Long Yuan was sent flying backward, his right arm trembling violently, his tiger’s mouth split open, blood trailing in a line through the air.

He stabilized himself fifty meters away, his expression extremely grim.

This fake Pureblood’s body was harder than his own.

Zhu Yan’s right arm was also numb, but she didn’t give herself time to recover.

Because she knew the real opportunity was only in the three seconds after that punch.

Within three seconds.

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The snow clouds burst apart.

Golden light slashed down.

No warning. No sound.

Lu Yuan fell vertically from three thousand meters, his entire body condensed into a beam of light.

He passed Long Yuan, passed the deputy commander, and plunged directly into the outermost position of the rear formation.

Two seventh-stage early Purebloods didn’t even have time to turn their heads.

The Light Blade swept horizontally.

Two heads flew up, and the dragon blood spraying from their neck cavities evaporated into golden mist before it could even hit the ground.

“Watch out!!”

The deputy commander’s warning came half a beat too late.

Lu Yuan stomped the void and forced a change of direction, reversing the Light Blade in a backhand grip, the edge already resting against a third person’s nape.

But the third strike never fell.

Four streams of Dragon Breath came from four directions simultaneously.

Dark-black energy pillars sealed off all space—up, down, left, right.

Four seventh-stage mid-level fighters had joined forces in formation, so precise it was as if they’d rehearsed it a hundred times.

Lu Yuan gritted his teeth, abandoned his target, and compressed all his Light Element in front of him into a shield.

The Dragon Breath slammed into the Light Shield.

The shield surface held for half a second before shattering.

The remaining impact force slammed Lu Yuan’s entire body into the ground.

He punched through two layers of rock, carving a crater over ten meters deep into the frozen earth.

A muffled cough echoed from the bottom of the pit.

“The male one. Kill him.”

Long Yuan shook the blood off his right arm, his voice returning to calm.

“Female. Take her alive. Bring her back to Dragon Emperor Hall.”