Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 501 – Fifteen Years of Interest

Long Jie’s judgment was not wrong.

But he had miscalculated one thing—speed.

The moment the azure wind dragon Long Feng charged out of the formation, Long Yi moved.

There was no warning whatsoever.

A dark-golden figure vanished from midair, and in the next instant appeared on the trajectory of Long Feng’s escape route, one hand precisely clamping down on the wind dragon’s tail.

“Fifteen years.”

Long Yi’s voice was not loud, but it carried clearly across the entire battlefield.

“You Pureblood Dragon Clan haven’t changed your knack for running away one bit.”

Long Feng let out a miserable dragon’s cry, its tail thrashing wildly as wind blades sliced into Long Yi’s palm, sending blood flying.

But Long Yi did not budge.

His fingers tightened one by one, dark-golden scales bulging at the knuckles.

The power that had lain dormant for fifteen years—and had been fed back to its peak in Azurewood City with a massive supply of Crystals—fully awakened at this moment.

Peak of Level Eight.

Stronger than fifteen years ago.

“Get back there.”

Long Yi exerted force with a single arm, swinging the fifty-meter-long wind dragon half a circle like a rope, then slammed it viciously into Long Jie’s formation.

Boom—!

Long Feng’s body crashed into the formation, directly scattering the defensive positions of three black dragons.

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Long Jie’s pupils constricted violently.

“Peak of Level Eight?! He’s recovered?!”

Fifteen years ago, it had taken the Dragon Emperor himself to gravely wound Long Yi and send him fleeing. All the Purebloods had assumed this rebellious branch-clan member had died somewhere unknown.

No one expected that not only was he alive, but he had also cultivated his cultivation base back to its peak.

Long Teng gave Long Jie no time to think.

The silver sword light blazed a second time—and this time, there were no forty-nine giant dragons to shield Long Jie.

The sword light carved into the formation, splitting a mid-Level-Seven red dragon in two from head to tail.

Scalding dragon blood poured down like a torrential rain, splashing across the plaza’s stone slabs and sending up great billows of white steam.

“Long Yan.” Long Teng’s voice came from within the sword light. “Your turn.”

Long Yan had been hovering at the very rear of their three-man formation.

He was in no hurry to strike.

From the moment the Teleportation Array had opened, he had been observing. Observing the Pureblood Giant Dragons’ formation coordination, observing Long Jie’s command habits, observing each dragon’s instinctive reactions when struck.

This was something he had learned from Ning Shuang.

Before you strike, observe first.

“Got it.”

Long Yan spat out two words as the Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline within him roared into motion.

Dark-golden Dragon Scales spread from his neck across his entire body, his pupils transforming into Vertical pupils—but he did not transform into dragon form.

He maintained his human shape, gripping a black Runic Longblade forged from Copperbeard’s armory, and charged straight into the midst of the Pureblood Giant Dragons.

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This was his first battle after breaking through to early Level Eight.

First strike—severed a black dragon’s foreclaw.

The blade cut through the gaps between scales without the slightest resistance.

The Five-Clawed Golden Dragon Bloodline granted him not only strength, but also an instinctive understanding of dragon Scale armor structure—he knew exactly where every scale’s weakness lay.

Second strike—split open an earth dragon’s skull.

Long Yan’s blade work was not as elegant as Long Teng’s sword, but it was crueler. Every strike went for the vitals, leaving no room for mercy.

“You branch-clan mongrel dares—”

A late-Level-Seven gray dragon opened its maw to spew Dragon Breath.

Long Yan did not dodge.

He reversed his grip and drove the longblade through the gray dragon’s upper jaw, using the leverage to flip himself onto the dragon’s head. With one hand gripping the Dragon horns, he slammed the gray dragon’s skull straight into the ground.

Stone slabs shattered, and the gray dragon’s eyeballs burst from their sockets.

Long Yan pulled out his blade, his face expressionless.

He thought of Long Ao. He thought of Long Yanran. He thought of that year of muddled, dazed days after his Dragon Bone had been ripped out.

But he felt no anger.

Anger was fuel only the weak needed. He no longer required it.

On the battlefield, three at the eighth rank faced fifty at the seventh rank.

The numbers seemed lopsided, but from the very first moment, the battle was a one-sided slaughter.

Long Yi handled the frontal crushing force. Having transformed into a golden divine dragon over a hundred meters in length, every swipe of his claws carried devastating physical force.

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Fifteen years ago, he had been the leader of the collateral-branch Resistance Army—the strongest among them. Fifteen years later, he proved with his actions that the title had not expired.

Long Teng handled sealing off the space. A thousand-meter web of sword light wove an inescapable net, and any dragon attempting to break formation and flee found its retreat severed by streaks of silver Sword Qi.

Long Yan handled the reaping. He singled out targets left isolated after Long Yi shattered their formations, weaving between the giant dragons in human form, cutting with surgical precision.

At the center of the battle formation, Long Jie watched his subordinates fall one after another, bloodshot veins flooding his eyes.

“All units, Dragonization and charge! Abandon formation! Break through on your own!”

He made his final decision.

Over forty giant dragons erupted simultaneously, surging in every direction.

Long Yi did not pursue.

He landed back on the ground, reverted to human form, crossed his arms over his chest, and watched the Pureblood Giant Dragons scatter in flight.

“Tell me,” he said. “Back when you were hunting me down, did you ever give my brothers and sisters a chance to break through?”

Long Teng’s sword light followed like a shadow, precisely cutting down twelve giant dragons that tried to fly past the city walls.

Long Yan was even more direct. He caught up to an injured red dragon, sprinted along its spine, and ran his long blade through the gaps between vertebrae, splitting the entire back open. The red dragon screamed as it crashed to the ground, then fell silent.

Fifteen minutes.

The plaza was littered with the corpses of Pureblood Giant Dragons, lying every which way.

Long Jie knelt half-crumbled among the rubble, a concave depression punched into his chest by Long Yi’s fist, dragon blood seeping endlessly from the corners of his mouth.

“Just kill me, if you’ve got the guts.” Long Jie looked up at Long Yi, his voice hoarse.

Long Yi looked down at him from above.

“Fifteen years ago, you killed two thousand seven hundred and forty-two of my brothers and sisters.” Long Yi raised his fingers, counting them one by one. “Long Ba, Long Rui, Long Xin, Long Yan… I remember every single one of their names.”

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Long Jie closed his eyes.

The next second, his head flew into the air, trailing a spray of golden blood.

On the city wall, Su Yue lowered her binoculars and turned to look at Su Xiaoxiao.

“Tally the battle losses.”

Su Xiaoxiao’s fingers flew across her data tablet.

“Zero casualties on our side. Thirteen garrison soldiers lightly wounded. Enemy: forty-nine seventh-rank Pureblood Giant Dragons killed, including commander Long Jie.”

She paused, then added:

“One azure wind dragon was launched out of the battle formation by Long Jie’s array the moment combat began. Lord Long Yi intercepted immediately, but after the wind dragon was knocked back into the formation, it slipped through a gap on the eastern side of the formation amid the chaos and escaped.”

Su Yue’s expression turned grave.

“One got away.”

She picked up the communicator and connected to the Western Sichuan base.

“Chu Chen, the battle at Azurewood City is over. Forty-nine Purebloods have been eliminated or captured—but one seventh-rank wind dragon escaped in the early stages of the fight. Its direction: Dragon Emperor Hall.”

Silence lingered on the other end of the line for a few seconds.

Then Chu Chen’s voice came through—calm, but carrying a certainty that sent chills down the spine:

“I understand.”

The clatter of keyboard keys paused for a single moment.

“Tell Long Teng and Long Yi that from this moment on, Azurewood City is entering its highest state of combat readiness.”