Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 517 – Too Much, I’m Going to Burst

“Long Junshan! Run!”

Long Ye, pinned at the bottom of the pit, roared with all his might.

“Go report to the Dragon Emperor! The Blue Star people have ninth-level combat power! Hurry…”

Long Junshan didn’t hesitate.

He pushed his dark-golden dragon body to its limit, wings beating up hurricanes as his massive frame smashed through the rubble, charging desperately toward the spatial rift five hundred kilometers away.

At mid-eighth level, he burned his life force for maximum speed.

Rocks on the ground were swept into the air by the gale from his dragon wings, dust blotting out the sky.

Long Junshan’s vertical pupils locked onto the distorted arc of light in the distance—the spatial rift.

If he could just get through it, if he could just return to the Dragon Spirit Continent, everything could still turn around.

The rift’s glow reflected off his dark-golden dragon scales.

Long Junshan could almost smell the Spirit Energy of the other world.

He suddenly folded his wings and dove, his dragon head aimed straight at the center of the rift.

Then his face kissed the earth.

“THUD!”

The entire dark-golden dragon sprawled on the ground in an utterly ridiculous pose—limbs splayed wide, wings lying limp on either side.

Because there was a foot on the back of his head.

A fair, tender little foot, with a glossy cherry-red polish on the toenails.

“What’s the rush?”

Lin Fan’s voice came from above, carrying the delight of someone who’d just caught a kid stealing candy.

“I wasn’t finished talking.”

Long Junshan’s dragon pupils reflected the dirt beneath his face.

He’d been flying at full speed for hundreds of kilometers—he never saw this woman following behind him.

When had she caught up?

No, had she even chased him?

Or… had she simply been standing at the finish line the whole time, waiting?

“Don’t bother guessing.” Lin Fan wiggled her toes against Long Junshan’s dragon horn, like she was rubbing a pebble off the sole of her foot. “Time Stop, get it? Za Warudo!”

Long Junshan’s mind went blank with a buzz.

Time Stop?

“Like I said, your crappy Domains are outdated.” Lin Fan withdrew her foot from Long Junshan’s head, stepping barefoot onto the scorched earth and dusting off the hem of her white robe.

“You Pureblood Dragon Clan types—every single one of you, always running off at the first sign of trouble. Is running your first instinct for everything? That Long Kui guy earlier was the same.”

Long Junshan lay on the ground, not even able to muster the thought of struggling.

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It wasn’t that he didn’t want to move.

It was that the force of that single stomp had numbed half his body.

She hadn’t even used any Spirit Energy.

Just a bare foot.

And it had crushed his mid-eighth-level dragon physique until his very bones creaked.

But at the mention of his son Long Kui’s name, he forced words out from the back of his throat.

“Long Kui? What did you do to him?”

“Every Pureblood Dragon Clan member I’ve met, I’ve squeezed dry into dragon jerky.”

Lin Fan pulled a mint cigarette out of System Space and put it between her lips. She glanced around—one was pinned under her foot, the other was still buried in a pit three kilometers away.

“What? That guy was your son?”

The last light in Long Junshan’s dragon pupils went out.

He said nothing more.

His son was dead.

The only heir he’d spent his entire life cultivating—mentioned by this Blue Star woman in the same casual tone one might use to comment on the weather.

Long Junshan hung his massive dragon head in despair, his dark-golden horns digging into the dirt.

If only he hadn’t listened to that bastard Long Ye’s seduction.

Crystal Bone breaking bloodline shackles, joining forces to overpower Long Zhan and seize the Dragon Emperor’s throne.

Bullshit.

It was all bullshit.

Lin Fan snapped her fingers, conjuring a small flame to light her cigarette, and took a drag.

“I told you. I’m not killing you.”

The words were spoken lightly.

But Long Junshan didn’t feel relieved after hearing them. Instead, the scales on his spine stood up one by one.

He had lived for centuries and knew one truth all too well—those who say “I won’t kill you” are often more terrifying than those who say “I’ll kill you.”

Because not killing means keeping you alive for a purpose.

And he dared not imagine what “purpose” he could possibly serve in the eyes of this Level 9 lifeform.

From the deep pit three kilometers away, Long Ye’s voice came through, hoarse with the Dragon Clan’s signature metallic resonance.

“What do you want to do?”

Lin Fan smiled.

Cigarette dangling from her lips, barefoot on the scorched earth, the hem of her white robe dusted with ash, hair blowing to one side in the wind.

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She looked utterly carefree.

But her next words made both Level 8 giant dragons shudder simultaneously.

“Over four hundred Pureblood Dragon Clan members in this wave—you really stuffed me full.”

She patted her belly.

“I’m completely stuffed. Perfect timing—now it’s your turn to help me digest.”

Long Ye didn’t understand.

Long Junshan didn’t understand either.

Digest?

What did that mean?

But Lin Fan had no intention of giving them time to figure it out.

Before either could respond, a surge of Spirit Energy vast enough to suffocate a Level 8 lifeform erupted from every pore in her body.

“Ah…!”

Long Junshan let out a muffled roar.

He felt a torrent of Spirit Energy pour in through his spine, rushing violently through every meridian along the Dragon Clan’s unique dragon-vein pathways.

The sensation…

It wasn’t cultivation.

It wasn’t breakthrough.

It was like someone had shoved a fire hose down his throat and turned the water on full blast.

Meanwhile, in the deep pit three kilometers away.

Long Ye was enduring the same terrifying infusion.

A beam of emerald light shot out from Lin Fan, striking his draconic body with pinpoint accuracy. Spirit Energy seeped through the gaps between his scales, rampaging through his body.

“Wh-what is this…”

Long Ye’s eighty-meter black dragon body began trembling uncontrollably.

Too much Spirit Energy was flooding in. Too dense. So dense that his meridians couldn’t process it fast enough—they could only be forced open, wider and wider.

His first instinct was to resist.

The Dragon Clan’s instinct drove him to mobilize all his Spirit Energy to push the foreign power out.

It was useless.

The Spirit Energy flooding in was greater in volume, purer in quality, and more overbearing than his own.

His resistance against that torrent was no different from trying to hold back a flood with a wall made of paper.

But strangely enough.

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The bottleneck at the mid-Level 8 stage that had trapped him for thirty years… was loosening.

The barrier shrouding his dantian had developed its first crack.

Thirty years.

Thirty years.

How many days and nights had he sat in the Dragon Emperor Hall, how many heavenly treasures had he consumed, even going so far as to risk infiltrating Blue Star—all to break through that barrier.

And this Blue Star woman just casually poured Spirit Energy into him for a few seconds, and it cracked?

Long Junshan’s situation was even more extreme.

His cultivation realm, which hadn’t budged in fifty years, was now being violently scoured by a sea of Spirit Energy, the cracks in his barrier visibly expanding.

He could even feel the threshold of the late-Level 8 stage beckoning to him.

The advancement was real.

The Spirit Energy was real.

But this method of infusion…

“W-wait! Too fast! Too violent…” Long Junshan finally squeezed out a few words.

“Then I’ll be even more violent!”

The Spirit Energy didn’t diminish—it doubled.

Both giant dragons’ bodies began to swell.

The scales were forced apart, revealing emerald light seeping through the gaps. Muscle fibers swelled with Spirit Energy, and the dragon body thickened ring by ring.

Long Ye’s limbs pushed out from the pit.

He wanted to curl up, but his body no longer obeyed him. Every bone creaked, every meridian swelled to the point of bursting.

Long Junshan was in even worse shape.

His dark-golden dragon body bulged, the gaps between scales stretched twice as wide. He could clearly hear the faint squeaking sound of his dragon meridian walls being thinned by Spirit Energy.

He had seen this kind of sound before, in the Dragon Emperor Hall.

It was the precursor to Spirit Energy running wild—the sign before imminent explosion.

“What exactly are you trying to do?!” Long Junshan roared hoarsely.

Lin Fan stood between the two swelling giant dragons, her white robe snapping in the wind stirred by the surging Spirit Energy.

She took the cigarette from her mouth and flicked off the ash.

“You need to catch my essence properly.”

She said this with a very serious expression.

“You’d better pray your meridians are tough enough. If you explode midway, don’t blame me.”

With that, she increased the intensity of her infusion.

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The scales of both giant dragons began to crackle.

Cracks appeared on Long Ye’s dragon horns, emerald light spilling out from the fissures.

Long Junshan’s tail lashed out of control, smashing a stretch of rubble.

Two eighth-rank Pureblood giant dragons, at this moment, in front of a woman from Blue Star, were no different from two drunkards who had been forced to down three catties of liquor.

Wanting to vomit, but unable to.

Wanting to flee, but unable to.

All they could do was lie there, enduring wave after wave of infusion.

“Don’t struggle. The more you struggle, the more excited I get.”

Lin Fan glanced sideways at the Spatial Rift in the distance.

The arc of light at the rift was slowly expanding, the Energy Threshold still climbing.

But it was far from enough.

The rift could currently only accommodate energy bodies at the early eighth-rank level. For her life-force level at the mid ninth-rank, forcing herself through would be no different from trying to stuff herself into a mineral water bottle.

Ten days was too long.

She couldn’t wait ten days.

Azurewood City couldn’t wait ten days.

Chu Chen hadn’t said it explicitly in his communications, but she could read between the lines—the Dragon Emperor Hall’s main force would arrive at Azurewood City in three days at the earliest.

How long could Long Teng and Long Yi hold out?

Three days? Five days?

Without her holding the fort, if those Purebloods came out in full force, Azurewood City would last three days at most.

So she needed a way to disperse the Spirit Energy within her body.

To transfer it into a container sturdy enough, with enough capacity.

What container was most suitable?

Did she even need to say it?

Two were lying right in front of her.

“Hang in there, you two elders. I’m almost done.”

The corner of Lin Fan’s mouth curled up slightly.

Long Junshan let out a roar on the verge of his limit.

His dragon body had already swollen to twice its original size, and jets of emerald Spirit Energy streamed continuously from the gaps between his scales.

He could feel his cultivation rapidly climbing—the barrier at the late eighth-rank had already shattered more than half. If this kept up, he might actually touch the peak of the eighth-rank.

But the price…