Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 514 – How Do You Plan to Die?

Long Junshan’s murky eyes snapped wide open.

Before Long Ye could react, a streak of white light slammed into the ground a hundred meters ahead of them.

BOOM!

The earth trembled. Dirt and debris flew through the air.

The dust settled.

A woman in a fitted white robe, barefoot with flowing white hair, stood there in perfect stillness.

She released no Spirit Energy, no Bloodline Pressure whatsoever.

Yet the hand Long Ye had clamped around the short-haired woman’s neck loosened involuntarily.

Because that woman was looking at him.

A pair of deep, dark eyes—so calm they sent a chill straight to the heart.

Lin Fan’s gaze swept over the gravely wounded Mao Shi and the short-haired woman crumpled on the ground, before finally settling on Long Ye’s face.

“Long Ye.”

Her voice carried a hint of lazy indifference.

“Instead of waiting in the Dragon Emperor Hall to wash yourself clean and die, you came all the way here to bully the weak?”

Long Ye stared hard at that face, his mind forcibly dragged back to that suffocating battle at Border Dragon City.

“It’s you!”

The moment those words escaped his mouth, his feet unconsciously retreated half a step.

He recognized that face.

Though the woman before him had undergone a complete transformation in bearing and was even more beautiful than his memory served, those facial contours were unmistakably the woman with the Life Domain from Border Dragon City.

But Lin Fan paid him no mind.

She didn’t even spare a single glance at the two eighth-level Pureblood Dragon Clan members.

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She simply strode forward, bare feet treading on the dust-covered ground.

Step by step, she walked toward Mao Shi, who lay sprawled in a pool of blood.

In truth, she had arrived five minutes ago.

She had remained in the stratosphere the entire time, quietly observing everything unfolding below.

So she had recognized at first glance the man Long Ye had been trampling underfoot and grinding into the dirt.

Mao Shi.

That muscle-brained, brutish thug from River City.

Back then, not only had this man opposed her, he’d even had the audacity to declare she would become his woman.

If it were the old Lin Fan, a piece of trash like him dying ten thousand times over would still be a mercy.

When Zhang Jie had shown him leniency back then, Lin Fan had thought him far too naive.

So when she’d seen Mao Shi getting beaten bloody from above, her first instinct had been to simply watch the show.

But what happened next completely exceeded her expectations.

This once utterly selfish and arrogant brute had actually risked his life for a mere fifth-level woman.

Even with his bones crushed beneath someone’s foot, he refused to reveal the human stronghold he knew of.

The Post-apocalypse truly was a miraculous crucible.

It could forge a coward into an unrelenting madman, and it could burn the dregs of humanity into a man of unyielding iron will.

From above, Lin Fan had watched with her own eyes as Mao Shi’s right arm was broken, watched him shield that short-haired woman with everything he had.

In that moment, she changed her mind.

There weren’t many Blue Star humans left.

To fight your way to level six entirely on your own—with no resources, no protection, on nothing but wasteland—that kind of talent was exceptional no matter where you placed it.

Since he had already turned over a new leaf, talent like that shouldn’t be casually wasted.

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Lin Fan stopped in front of Mao Shi.

Mao Shi lifted his head with great effort, his vision already blurred by blood.

He looked at the white-robed, barefoot woman before him and could only think that she was beautiful beyond mortal measure, radiating a divine aloofness that seemed to tower above all.

Though he was absolutely certain he had never seen this white-haired woman before.

But somehow, he couldn’t shake the feeling that she looked familiar.

“Please… save A-miao…”

Mao Shi swallowed the blood surging up his throat and pleaded with Lin Fan.

Lin Fan raised her right hand, and a drop of emerald liquid condensed at her fingertip.

It was an extremely pure Energy Potion.

To put it simply, it was the sweat her body had secreted while rushing over earlier, with a trace of Life Aura from the Hymn of Life added to it.

She flicked her finger.

The drop landed precisely in Mao Shi’s slightly parted mouth.

Then she flicked another drop, which landed steadily on the severed arm of the short-haired woman beside him.

“Crack, crack, crack.”

The sound of bones resetting rang out.

Mao Shi’s collapsed sternum began to swell back outward at a visible speed.

The shattered bones of his right arm aligned and healed on their own.

His internal organs, which had been pulverized, restored themselves completely within just three seconds.

The short-haired woman’s condition was even more exaggerated.

Her left arm, which had been hanging limp and useless, reattached itself perfectly, and the wounds on her flesh didn’t even leave a single scar behind.

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The two stared in disbelief, scrambling to their feet from the ground.

“Take your woman and get far away from here.”

Lin Fan said without looking back.

“Don’t get in the way here.”

Mao Shi didn’t waste a single word.

He immediately grabbed the short-haired woman, A-miao, shot one deep look at Lin Fan’s back, then turned and ran toward the depths of the ruins.

He knew very well that in the battle about to unfold, even just the residual shockwaves would be enough to grind the two of them into paste.

“Stop!”

Long Junshan bellowed in fury.

He had actually been ignored.

He, a dignified Fourth Elder of the Pureblood Dragon Clan, a top-tier expert at the mid-eighth rank.

In the eyes of this Blue Star woman, he might as well have been thin air.

Long Junshan raised his right hand, his withered fingers curling into claws.

His mid-eighth rank Spirit Energy erupted without reservation.

A dark-golden Dragon Claw phantom, over ten meters in diameter, materialized in midair in an instant. With a piercing shriek, it struck directly at Mao Shi and the others as they fled.

It was then that Lin Fan finally turned around.

She watched the Dragon Claw phantom descending from the sky without so much as lifting an eyelid.

She didn’t use any innate ability.

No Time Control, no Life Domain.

In fact, she didn’t even mobilize a single shred of Spirit Energy.

She simply stood there in place, her right hand held vertically like a blade.

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Then, she made a gentle slicing motion forward.

A physical constitution of two hundred fifty-three thousand two hundred points.

This hand-blade strike carried no dazzling light or visual effects.

All it had was the most primal physical kinetic energy.

The air in front of the hand-blade was compressed to its absolute limit in an instant, forming a visible white high-pressure air blade.

The air blade tore through the air.

“Shhk.”

The massive dark-golden Dragon Claw phantom, like a fragile sheet of paper, was cleanly split in two from the middle by the air blade.

Yet the air blade’s momentum didn’t diminish in the slightest, shooting straight toward Long Junshan.

Long Junshan’s face changed drastically.

He had no time to dodge—the air blade’s speed had already surpassed the speed of sound.

He could only frantically channel the Dragon Bloodline within him, dark-golden scales instantly covering his entire body.

At the same time, he compressed his mid-eighth rank Protective Spiritual Energy to the limit, forming a thick spiritual energy shield in front of him.

“Bang.”

The air blade slammed into the spiritual energy shield.

There was no stalemate between the two.

The Spirit Energy shield didn’t even hold for half a second before it shattered with a crack, dispersing into countless specks of light in the air.

“Impossible!”

Lin Fan sneered coldly.

“Old bastard, you dare try to kill someone I’ve sworn to protect right in front of me. How do you plan to die?”