Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 522 – Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Su Xiaoxiao

The wind howled fiercely atop the southern city wall.

Su Xiaoxiao clutched the communicator, her limbs completely limp.

She was just a fifth-level little fox.

Fifth-level against seventh-level—a gap of two entire major realms, a chasm that could never be crossed.

Warm liquid trickled down her inner thighs, dripping onto the city bricks.

She had wet herself in fear.

Su Yue’s frantic voice crackled through the communicator: “Xiaoxiao! Even if you can’t hold them off, you have to stall! The southern gate cannot fall!”

Static filled the communicator.

Alarms blared wildly along the outer perimeter of the wall.

Wind pressure bore down from above.

The Runic Light Shield over Azurewood City’s southern gate flickered violently, lasting barely two seconds before shattering with a crack, torn open into a massive hole.

Long Feng descended from midair.

He hadn’t reverted to his dragon form.

In his Semi-Dragonification state, cyan wind scales covered his arms, and a pair of Wings of Wind fluttered gently behind his back.

He stared down at the southern gate passage below and remarked, “The Grand Elder is too cautious. Sending someone of my caliber to handle this back door is overkill.”

At the passage entrance, two hundred members of the Fox Clan intelligence squad stood at the ready.

Their levels were even lower—most were only third or fourth rank.

Under the oppressive aura of a seventh-level Pureblood Dragon Clan member, over half of them collapsed to the ground, unable to rise.

Long Feng landed without even granting them a glance.

“Get out of my way if you want to live.”

He raised his right hand, and a rapidly spinning sphere of cyan Wind Blades condensed in his palm.

The blood drained from the faces of the Fox Clan members.

Just then, a petite figure leaped down from the city wall, landing with a thud at the very front of the formation.

It was Su Xiaoxiao.

Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her face streaked with tears and snot.

She shouted, her voice cracking: “Stop right there.”

Long Feng halted and looked her up and down.

Orange fur, fluffy fox ears, and an orange tail tucked between her legs behind her.

Long Feng sneered: “A fifth-level Demi-human? Is Azurewood City out of people? Sending trash like you to die.”

Su Xiaoxiao wiped her face and spread her arms wide, blocking the passage.

“I won’t let you pass.”

“Courting death.”

Long Feng couldn’t be bothered with more words.

He flicked his hand casually.

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The Wind Blade Sphere in his palm howled forth, expanding midair into over a dozen crescent-shaped wind blades that sealed off every avenue of escape for Su Xiaoxiao.

A single strike from a seventh-level Pureblood—a fifth-level touching it would be reduced to minced meat.

Su Xiaoxiao closed her eyes.

A flash of an image crossed her mind.

Lin Fan sat in a reclining chair, lifting her chin with his finger and saying, “From now on, you’re my maidservant.”

Sister, Xiaoxiao did her best.

The wind blades sliced through the air, shredding the bricks in front of Su Xiaoxiao.

Just as the blades were about to carve her apart—

Deep within her mind, a low hum resonated.

It was the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox Soul Brand that Lin Fan had imprinted on her. Driven by the life-or-death crisis, this Origin Brand detonated completely.

A surge of Mental Strength that no fifth-level creature should possess erupted from the deepest recesses of her soul.

Time slowed in her perception.

The wind blades halted an inch from the tip of her nose.

Her eyes snapped open, an eerie violet light blazing within them.

“Scram!”

She parted her lips and spat out a single syllable.

It was pure catharsis of Mental Strength.

A ring of visible violet ripples exploded through the air.

The dozen-plus wind blades, strong enough to shear through steel, collided with the ripples and disintegrated inch by inch, dissolving into harmless breezes that scattered away.

Long Feng froze.

He felt a gaze of supremacy from the very apex of bloodlines.

Su Xiaoxiao stood in place as her body underwent a dramatic transformation.

The orange fox fur covering her rapidly lost its color, shifting from root to tip into pure, unblemished white.

Her bones stretched, her frame elongated.

In mere seconds, the girl who stood under five-foot-three shot up to nearly five-foot-seven.

Her once-youthful features sharpened into a bewitching allure that made every male creature unable to look away.

But behind her, something far more startling was unfolding.

The single orange tail tucked between her legs was gone.

Nine fox-tail phantoms, condensed from Mental Strength, fanned out behind her.

The nine tails swayed in the air, each flicker distorting space itself.

Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

The bloodline of the primordial beast sovereign from another realm, awakened through Lin Fan’s imprint, had completed a Bloodline Leap within Su Xiaoxiao’s body.

Sun Jing, rushing over from the city wall, dropped her medical kit at the sight.

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The fox-kin soldiers knelt on the ground, bowing in instinctive reverence.

“What the hell is that thing?!”

Long Feng took a half-step back, sensing danger radiating from those nine tails.

He dared not be careless any longer.

His entire body blazed with cyan light as he transformed into a fifty-meter Pureblood Wind Dragon.

“Playing tricks, are you? Die!”

Long Feng roared, jaws gaping wide.

A Dragon Breath Beam condensed from compressed wind elements blasted straight toward Su Xiaoxiao.

Su Xiaoxiao tilted her head.

Her face was utterly expressionless—only the cold indifference of one who stood above all others.

She raised her right hand and lightly tapped her index finger against the incoming beam.

“Break.”

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox’s Mental Strength pierced outward through her fingertip, striking directly at the level of fundamental laws.

The Dragon Breath Beam disintegrated mid-air.

Light extinguished. Energy unraveled.

Long Feng froze.

Su Xiaoxiao spoke—her voice was still her own, but the tone had become languid and imperious: “Who gave you the courage to look at me directly?”

Even she herself didn’t notice how much her demeanor now mirrored Lei Li’s.

Her nine tails shot forward, transforming into nine violet mental chains that crossed a hundred meters to ensnare the Wind Dragon mid-air.

“ROAR!”

Long Feng screamed in agony—the pain lanced straight into his soul.

The mental defenses of a seventh-rank Pureblood were nothing before the Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox.

The chains yanked hard.

The fifty-meter Wind Dragon crashed down from the sky, smashing a massive crater into the stone floor.

Long Feng thrashed desperately, wind blades flying everywhere, but none of them touched Su Xiaoxiao.

“So noisy.”

Su Xiaoxiao strode forward on her long legs until she stood before the dragon’s head.

She raised her white-booted foot and pressed it down on the dragon’s snout.

Violet light flowed from her sole into Long Feng’s mind.

“Sleep.”

The Nine-Tailed Celestial Fox’s Charm Talent activated.

Long Feng’s struggles ceased instantly.

His furious dragon eyes rapidly lost focus, turning hollow and vacant.

A seventh-rank Pureblood Giant Dragon lay sprawled on the ground, its breathing growing faint.

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Ten breaths?

From Su Xiaoxiao’s eruption to Long Feng’s defeat—less than five seconds had passed.

Sun Jing ran down from the city wall with the reserve squad.

“Xiaoxiao, you…”

Sun Jing stared at the transformed fox-kin girl, unable to form a coherent sentence.

Su Xiaoxiao turned to look at Sun Jing.

The moment their eyes met, the violet light in Su Xiaoxiao’s pupils suddenly scattered.

The nine tail phantoms behind her flickered twice, then vanished completely.

Her long white hair faded back to orange.

Her body shrank back down to under five-foot-three.

The bewitching queen was gone.

Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes rolled back, and she collapsed straight backward.

Sun Jing caught her in one arm and quickly checked her pulse.

“It’s fine—she just overexerted her Mental Strength and passed out.”

Sun Jing exhaled in relief, then pointed at the still-slumbering Wind Dragon on the ground and shouted: “Reserve squad! Shoot your spears at his Reverse Scale!”

The reserve forces surged forward.

The crisis at the South Gate was resolved.

At the same time, in the ruins beyond the North City Wall.

Long Teng wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, staring at Long Zhan across from him.

Long Zhan had also sensed the commotion at the South Gate.

He glanced southward, a sharp glint flashing across his purple-gold dragon horns.

“Worthless.” He spat out the curse.

Long Feng’s presence had vanished at the South Gate.

Not dead, but his spiritual fluctuations had dropped to freezing point—he had lost his combat capability.

Long Teng sneered: “What’s the matter? Your personal guard isn’t all that impressive either.”

“Long Teng, do you think I actually expected those trash to be of any use?”

Long Zhan turned his head back, his purple-black short hair whipping wildly in the wind.

The purple-gold radiance around him blazed even brighter, his War God Domain fully unleashed.

Within fifty meters, the space was filled with oppressive pressure. Loose stones on the ground danced without wind, floating suspended in midair.

“I’ll handle this myself.”

Long Zhan didn’t draw a weapon—his physical body was the weapon.

He took a single step, crossing thirty meters in an instant, and drove his fist directly into Long Teng’s chest.

The punch was too fast.

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Long Teng could only raise his sword to block.

A crisp clang rang out as the silver longsword bent into an exaggerated arc, the blade’s spine slamming heavily into Long Teng’s chest.

Long Teng was sent flying back over a hundred meters, crashing through two abandoned buildings in succession.

“How many more punches can you take?” Long Zhan followed at a leisurely pace.

Laughter erupted from the ruins.

Long Teng pushed aside the stone slab above his head and stood up.

His left arm hung limp and useless, who knew how many ribs were broken, and blood foam coated the corners of his mouth.

But the sword in his hand remained steady.

Long Teng spat out a mouthful of blood: “Long Zhan, you’ve been swinging at me for a while now, and you still haven’t killed me. A Rank 8 peak fighting a Rank 8 early stage—aren’t you embarrassed?”

“You’re asking for death.”

Long Zhan raised his right hand, about to gather a killing blow.

Suddenly, a blade cry that pierced through the clouds rang out from the sky.

A golden blade light dozens of zhang long tore across the heavens from the east, carrying the momentum to sever everything in its path, and came crashing straight down at Long Zhan’s head.

Long Yan had arrived.

“The east is done! Great Elder, let me keep you company!”

Long Yan gripped his Runic Longblade, diving down from midair.

His Combat Domain overlapped with Long Teng’s.

The severely wounded Long Teng found his injuries forcibly suppressed by the Domain’s effect, his power surging once again.

“An arrogant brat who doesn’t know his place.”

Long Zhan raised his left hand and caught Long Yan’s descending blade light with a single palm.

Purple-gold Spirit Energy and golden blade radiance collided violently in midair, exploding into a ring of energy.

From the west, Long Yi transformed into a Five-Clawed Golden Dragon, spewing golden flames as he charged into the battle from Long Zhan’s flank.

“Count me in!” The golden dragon roared.

The three formed a triangular formation, surrounding Long Zhan at the center.

Three Rank 8 powerhouses, besieging one Rank 8 peak.

Long Zhan, trapped in the middle, showed no change in expression.

He pressed his palms together, and a pillar of purple-gold light shot straight into the sky, blasting a massive hole through the roiling dark clouds.

“You think the three of you combined can defeat me?”

Long Zhan’s voice shook the entire Azurewood City.

The battlefield beyond the North Gate had fully become a death match between Rank 8 powerhouses.

And far away on Blue Star.

Before that spatial rift over a thousand meters tall in the Demon Capital.

A girl wearing a Sakura Island aristocratic academy uniform, with long black hime-cut hair, stood in her coffee-colored leather shoes, gazing up at the slowly rotating arc of light within the rift.