Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 516 – Old Scores in the Little Notebook

Long Ye stared intently at the white-robed woman at the center of the domain.

The black mist of the Dark Devouring Domain had completely enveloped her, while the thirty-fold gravity of the Metal-Stone Domain pressed down from every direction.

Two domains overlapping simultaneously.

Based on Long Ye’s experience, even if Long Zhan were standing in that position, he would at least need to take it seriously.

Yet in the very next instant his pupils focused—

The woman vanished.

Not speed so fast it couldn’t be seen.

Not spatial-type Teleportation.

She simply… ceased to exist in that spot.

One moment she stood there with a cigarette dangling from her lips; the next, the black mist was empty, not even a trace of her scent remaining.

Long Ye’s vertical pupils contracted sharply.

His Dark Devouring Domain covered a three-kilometer radius. Within this domain, even the breath of an ant couldn’t escape his perception.

But now, the information his domain fed back to him was that the target did not exist.

Not concealment. Not obstruction.

This person had been completely “erased” from this space.

“Impossible…”

Before Long Ye could even finish those two words, a fair, tender foot descended from above.

It landed with pinpoint precision on his dragon head.

A thunderous crash.

The eighty-meter-long black dragon—without even a chance to struggle—had its entire skull driven into the ground by an overwhelming force that defied all reason.

Soil exploded, rock layers shattered.

Long Ye’s colossal dragon head was stomped more than ten meters deep into a pit, his golden dragon horns plunging straight into the bedrock.

That foot was very small.

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Compared to his house-sized dragon head, it was like a coin dropped into a room.

But the force this “coin” pressed down with was more terrifying than every attack he had endured in his entire life combined.

Long Ye’s skull bones creaked audibly.

Instinctively, he erupted with Level 8 Spirit Energy, both dragon claws clawing desperately upward, trying to pry this damned foot off his face.

“Hahahaha, that tickles.”

A lazy female laugh drifted down from above.

Long Ye’s dragon claws froze mid-air.

The full-strength clawing he had just unleashed… felt like mere tickling to her?

Those fair toes even ground back and forth against his dragon scales at a leisurely pace, as if wiping mud off the soles of her feet.

Long Ye’s Level 8 early-stage Protective Spiritual Energy of the Dragon Clan was like a sheet of thin paper beneath that bare foot.

He felt his dignity and his spine being crushed to dust simultaneously.

Not far away, Long Junshan’s entire dragon form was stunned senseless.

He had watched with his own eyes as the white-robed woman vanished from the domain, watched her appear without warning above Long Ye’s head, watched Long Ye—a Level 8 Pureblood Giant Dragon—get stomped into the dirt by a bare foot.

The entire process took less than 0.1 seconds.

This wasn’t speed.

No matter how fast, the Dark Devouring Domain could still detect energy fluctuations.

The only explanation…

Long Junshan’s vertical pupils trembled violently.

When the Dragon Emperor was in closed-door deliberation with the Council of Elders, he had once revealed a piece of information.

Above Level 9, one could touch the rules of the world.

The Power of Rules supersedes all domains.

A domain changes the environment within an area.

But rules directly rewrite the fundamental laws of the world.

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What that woman had said earlier… the Power of Rules… was she telling the truth?

This human female from Blue Star had already reached Level 9?

Long Junshan dared not think further.

“Hey, old geezer.”

Lin Fan stood with one foot on Long Ye’s dragon head, the other dangling and swinging idly, looking down at the black dragon struggling desperately in the pit.

“Stop clawing. That little scratching of yours is making the sole of my foot itch.”

Long Ye stopped struggling.

Not because he didn’t want to move—he realized that the more he struggled, the harder that foot pressed down. With just twenty percent more force, his Dragon Bone would shatter.

Lin Fan pulled a menthol cigarette from the System Space and put it between her lips. She rested her left hand on her knee, bending down to look at the enormous dragon head beneath her foot.

She lit the cigarette, took a deep drag, and let the smoke slowly drift out through her nose, curling into Long Ye’s nostrils.

Long Ye coughed, choking.

The Second Elder of the Pureblood Dragon Clan, face trodden on, forced to inhale secondhand smoke.

A muffled growl rumbled from Long Ye’s throat, unable to form coherent words.

“Border Dragon City.” Lin Fan spat out three words.

Long Ye’s vertical pupils dilated violently.

“Back then at Border Dragon City, you hit me with a shot.”

Lin Fan’s tone was casual, as if discussing something trivial as a sesame seed.

“That shot—I’ve kept it noted in my little book for a long time.”

Long Ye’s mind raced.

Border Dragon City?

In that battle, he and Long Zhan had joined forces against Long Yi and the others. This white-haired woman had indeed participated in that fight, but she’d stayed in the rear the entire time, using her Life Domain to sustain Long Yi’s bloodline. She’d never once engaged in direct combat.

“What are you talking about?” Long Ye squeezed out the words through clenched teeth. “In that battle at Border Dragon City, I couldn’t even get close to you, let alone—”

He stopped mid-sentence.

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Because he’d spotted the flaw in his own wording.

“You’re right, you really couldn’t get close to me.” Lin Fan smiled.

“But that shot—it came before.”

Lin Fan’s foot pressed down slightly.

“That shot landed on little sister’s body.”

Her voice suddenly turned soft, carrying a coquettish pout laced with malicious amusement.

“It hurt so much… Second Brother.”

Long Ye’s brain felt like someone had pulled the power plug.

Second Brother?

Little Sister?

Could it be…

Just as the fragments of Long Ye’s thoughts were still violently colliding, he witnessed a scene that completely shut down his ability to think.

The white-haired, barefoot woman above his head—the light and shadow around her began to flow.

Her flowing white hair transformed inch by inch into a rich purple.

Her facial features subtly tightened and elongated, shifting from cold and ethereal to mature and alluring.

Her body proportions changed as well—waist narrower, curves more exaggerated.

Even her skin tone was different. From a jade-white coolness to a warm honeyed glow.

Three seconds later.

The one standing on his head was no longer the white-haired, black-eyed woman from Blue Star.

But a mature woman with purple hair and a bewitchingly beautiful face.

Long Xuan.

The Fifth Elder of the Dragon Emperor Hall, Long Zhan’s biological younger sister.

The woman he’d blasted to death with a single shot at Border Dragon City.

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That face, that figure, even the little habit of tilting her head slightly when standing—all identical down to the finest detail.

Long Ye’s vertical pupils lost focus.

“You…”

“Remember now?” Lin Fan wore Long Xuan’s face, but flashed a sinister smile that Long Xuan would never have made.

“After that shot landed back then, did you regret it, my Second Brother?”

Long Ye’s mind exploded into blankness.

How could this be…

How could this woman possibly be Long Xuan.

Fragments of thought frantically pieced themselves together, and the full picture of the truth emerged from the fog.

So that feeling back then had been right—how could Long Xuan, at the peak of the seventh rank, have died from a single hit of his Void-Rending Cannon?

It had all been a setup.

A scheme to sow discord throughout the entire Council of Elders and lure him to Blue Star.

Long Xuan’s death. Long Ningshuang’s appearance. The lie at White Bone Pass. The intelligence about Crystal Bone breaking the bloodline’s shackles.

All of it.

From the very beginning.

From the moment Long Xuan died.

No, even earlier.

He and Long Zhan, the entire Council of Elders of the Dragon Emperor Hall—they had all been pieces on this woman’s chessboard from start to finish.

And he, Long Ye, the Second Elder of the Pureblood Dragon Clan who prided himself as a strategist and was renowned for his cunning… was nothing more than a piece on the board who foolishly believed himself to be a player.

“Could it be that Long Ningshuang is also…”

Lin Fan, who had transformed into Long Xuan, smiled bewitchingly at this, then shifted into the appearance of Long Ningshuang.

“Quick on the uptake, Second Elder.”