Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 494 – Why is it that you Dragons always run away first when something happens?

The wind and snow continued to rage through the mountain hollow.

The woman who had appeared out of nowhere wore a plain white dress, her bare feet treading on bloodstained rubble.

Her figure was slender and graceful, and she displayed no aggressive posture whatsoever.

But the image of those two seventh-stage mid-phase Pureblood Dragon Clan members being instantly drained of their life force was still burned into the retinas of the thirty-plus Pureblood Dragon Clan members present.

Long Yuan stared fixedly at the woman before him.

He attempted to extend his perception to probe her origins, only to find that there was nothing there at all.

It wasn’t invisibility.

His perception was clearly telling him that this woman of breathtaking, almost inhuman beauty was nothing more than an ordinary person.

Lin Fan’s current state was extremely peculiar.

The system panel showed that the Bloodline of the Ancestor of Life was still incomplete, but she could clearly sense that after forcibly devouring and digesting the bloodline of the Ancestral Dragon Clan member “Long Xi,” her level of existence had reached a certain state of returning to simplicity.

Back when she was at the eighth stage, walking abroad, the oppressive presence of the Lord of All Spirits would constantly leak outward.

Anyone who saw her could feel that awe-inspiring suppression of life level.

It was different now.

As long as Lin Fan didn’t actively stimulate the power within her, she stood there like the most ordinary Blue Star human imaginable.

No Spirit Energy fluctuations.

No Bloodline Pressure.

Even her breathing rhythm was identical to that of a mortal.

But that was precisely what made Long Yuan feel utterly horrified.

Something capable of erasing two seventh-stage mid-phase experts in an instant could never be a mortal.

The thirty-plus Pureblood Dragon Clan members collectively fell into a brief stupor.

Beyond their fear of the unknown power, there was also the impact of that face.

A countenance that completely transcended the boundaries of racial aesthetic standards.

So exquisitely refined that even Pureblood Dragon Clan members, accustomed to seeing beauties of every race, felt their minds go blank.

After the brief daze passed, it was replaced by an even more savage killing intent.

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The pride of the Pureblood Dragon Clan would not allow them to show weakness before a Blue Star “ant.”

Beside Long Yuan, a seventh-stage mid-phase Pureblood Dragon Clan member in black armor was the first to break free from that eerie intimidation.

He had already been on the verge of rage from the death of his companions.

“Pretentious human whore!”

A guttural roar leaked from his throat as he drove both legs hard against the ground.

The frozen earth beneath him cracked into two deep craters as the black-armored Dragon Clan member’s burly frame shot forward in a blur of afterimages, charging straight at Lin Fan’s face.

The door-sized heavy sword in his hand was raised high overhead, its blade tearing through the wind and snow with a piercing sonic boom as it came crashing down toward the top of Lin Fan’s head.

This strike carried the full physical might of a seventh-stage mid-phase Pureblood.

Lu Yuan lay on the ground, his body not yet fully recovered, able only to stare with wide eyes.

Zhu Yan instinctively tried to raise her hand to block, but her not-yet-healed bones left her unable to move.

The dark gold heavy sword descended.

The moment the blade touched Lin Fan’s pure white strands of hair—

An extremely bizarre scene unfolded.

The black-armored Dragon Clan member felt that his sure-kill strike had, in that incredibly brief instant of descent, been dodged as his target shifted half a meter to the left.

No ripple of Mental Strength movement.

No afterimage of physical motion.

Lin Fan had simply appeared half a meter away.

To onlookers, it seemed as though the black-armored Dragon Clan member had suddenly lost his mind, cutting wide of his target and striking the empty air beside Lin Fan.

“Boom!”

The heavy sword slammed into the pile of rubble, carving out a terrifying crack over ten meters long as debris flew everywhere.

The black-armored Dragon Clan member stood frozen in place.

He stared at the sword hilt gripped in both hands, then looked at Lin Fan standing half a meter away, completely unharmed. His mind went blank.

Only Lin Fan herself knew what had happened.

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In the one-hundredth of a second before the blade was about to touch her scalp, she activated “Time Control.”

She paused time for just 0.1 seconds.

The world froze.

She calmly stepped aside, then released the Time Control.

The timeline reconnected.

Naturally, the sword strike hit nothing but air.

The black-armored dragon clansman looked up and met a pair of star-swirling black eyes.

Lin Fan didn’t give him a second chance to swing his sword.

She raised her right hand toward the air.

The hand was fair-skinned, with nails of a translucent pale pink, clean without a single flaw.

Her thumb pressed against her middle finger, the motion as casual as flicking dust off her clothes.

Her knuckle snapped lightly.

Lin Fan, who had been half a meter away from the black-armored dragon clansman, appeared right in front of him the instant her finger snapped.

“Bang!”

A dull, heavy sound of flesh exploding burst through the wind and snow.

No talent skill was used.

Not a single trace of Spirit Energy was infused.

It was purely the physical kinetic force of her 250,000-point body constitution.

The terrifying power of a mid-Level 9 compressed into that single finger snap.

The black-armored dragon clansman’s head burst apart like a watermelon struck head-on by a large-caliber anti-materiel sniper rifle, exploding into a mist of crimson blood.

Even his indestructible Pureblood skull and scale-covered cervical spine were reduced to dust in that single flick.

The headless massive body swayed for a moment, then crashed heavily to the ground.

Blood gushed out, staining the white snow a glaring red.

The entire field fell into dead silence.

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Even the wind seemed to halt at that moment.

Long Yuan’s hand gripping the spear trembled uncontrollably.

He looked at the headless corpse on the ground, then at Lin Fan’s still clean and fair right hand.

He hadn’t seen at all how she had moved in an instant.

“You… what exactly did you do?”

Long Yuan’s voice had completely lost the composure of a superior, laced with a barely concealed tremor.

Lin Fan didn’t answer him.

She withdrew her hand, turned around, and looked at Lu Yuan and Zhu Yan lying among the rubble.

“If you’re not dead, make a sound.”

Her tone was languid.

Lu Yuan coughed up a mouthful of blood, forcing a smile on his pale face that looked uglier than crying.

“Boss lady, if you’d come one minute later, you could’ve skipped the whole corpse-collecting step for us.”

Zhu Yan’s eyes were red, her voice weak: “Lei Jie… I’m sorry, we caused you trouble.”

Lin Fan walked up to the two of them and nudged Lu Yuan’s thigh with her toe.

“Enough, stop putting on this farewell drama.”

“The life energy from earlier was enough to keep you two bouncing around.”

With that, she didn’t even look back.

With her back to the thirty-plus Pureblood dragon clansmen standing at full alert, Lin Fan directly unfolded her “Omniscient Domain.”

With her as the center, all energy flows and life signs within a ten-kilometer radius transformed into a three-dimensional data network, precisely projected into her mind.

“Attack together, or we all die.”

Long Yuan finally broke.

Fear crushed his rationality, and he roared the order for a full assault.

All thirty-three Level 7 Pureblood dragon clansmen roared in unison, manifesting their giant dragon forms.

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High-tier Dragon Breaths of every color furiously gathered in their mouths, aimed at Lin Fan’s back, ready to blast.

Lin Fan sighed.

“Boring.”

The moment the words fell, she vanished from where she stood.

This time, it wasn’t time stop.

Toying around just now was enough—there was no need to waste Mental Strength on a big move against these kinds of trash.

Absolute physical speed surpassed the limits of what the naked eye could track.

All that could be heard was a continuous series of dull, muffled explosions erupting among the thirty-three Pureblood Dragon Clan members.

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

No flashy techniques whatsoever.

Lin Fan’s figure darted through the enemy formation like a streak of white lightning.

Facing a red dragon spewing blazing flames, she delivered a simple palm strike.

The head, larger than an armored vehicle, was cleaved cleanly in two along with its thick cervical spine, the smooth cut spraying dragon blood like molten lava.

Facing three black dragons that had joined forces to encircle her, she casually kicked out.

Her jade foot triggered a small-scale collapse of the air itself, and the terrifying shockwave blasted the three black dragons—renowned for their physical defense—into a mist of shredded flesh scattered across the sky.

Complete slaughter.

Not a single Pureblood Dragon Clan member could survive even one blow from her.

The moment Long Yuan saw his adjutant torn apart with bare hands, he turned tail and flew straight toward the Rift, attempting to force an escape.

Just as he was about to reach the Rift—

A fair-skinned hand seemed to materialize out of thin air before him, precisely clamping down on Long Yuan’s throat.

Long Yuan steadied his gaze.

Lin Fan had somehow already appeared right in front of him.

“How come you Dragon Clan members always run first when trouble hits?”