Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 533 – Where is there any Long Ningshuang?

Lin Fan gave his opponent no chance to catch his breath.

With five hundred thousand units of Mental Strength fully activated, the immense force pressed directly toward the Dragon Emperor’s face.

The Dragon Emperor had no opportunity to defend himself at this moment.

The rules of life and death within his body clashed violently.

Clusters of verdant new flesh burst from his chest, directly scattering the black mist that shrouded his body.

“Boom!”

Lin Fan delivered a high kick, slamming it hard into the Dragon Emperor’s neck.

The sound of bones shattering rang out clearly.

The Dragon Emperor was sent flying sideways, crashing through over a dozen ruined buildings in succession.

His Death Domain collapsed.

The sky-filling black aura rapidly contracted and dispersed.

The crushing pressure weighing down on Long Yi, Long Teng, and Long Yan vanished.

The three gasped for air and climbed to their feet.

“Strike while the iron’s hot!”

Long Yi spat out a wad of saliva tinged with blood.

He could see the situation clearly now.

That high-order rule wielder was finished.

Long Yan hefted his Runic Longblade and charged forward with explosive force from his legs.

Long Teng’s longsword left its sheath as he followed close behind.

Three Rank 8 Powerhouses charged fearlessly into the fray.

Every strike they unleashed targeted the Dragon Emperor, who was struggling amidst the rubble.

Domains of various colors blazed down into the pile of broken stones.

Blade light, sword shadows, accompanied by roaring flames.

In normal times, the Dragon Emperor could have crushed them with a flick of his finger.

But now, his body was stuffed with dozens of vials of high-purity Life Essence.

What was meant to heal had become a deadly poison, robbing him of all mobility.

The longblade came down, and blood sprayed wildly.

Long Teng’s sword pierced through the Dragon Emperor’s thigh, while Long Yi drove a heavy fist into his face.

The three men, ignoring their own severe wounds, vented the pent-up frustration of having been forcibly ground into the dirt moments before.

Lin Fan stood in midair, watching coldly.

The white robe he had been wearing was now tattered, revealing what lay beneath.

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He tore off the robe, raised a hand, and pulled a wide black longcoat from the System Space, draping it casually over his shoulders.

He fastened the belt at his waist, concealing the curves of his body.

White hair drifted in the wind.

The one-sided beating below did not last long.

The Dragon Emperor went completely still.

He lay amidst the broken bricks and rubble, his flesh pierced through by newly grown vines that pinned him in place.

Azurewood City fell silent for a moment, then erupted in thunderous cheers.

They had held the line.

That monster of the Dragon Clan had fallen.

From the direction of the city lord’s manor, a small figure came stumbling over.

Tears still clung to Su Xiaoxiao’s eyes.

She rushed up to Lin Fan and threw her arms around the hem of the black longcoat.

“Big Sister! I’m so glad you’re okay!”

The little fox girl sobbed loudly.

“You scared Xiaoxiao to death!”

Lin Fan reached out and patted Su Xiaoxiao’s head without saying a word.

Footsteps drew closer.

Long Yan approached, dragging his bloodstained longblade behind him.

Long Teng and Long Yi followed at his side.

The look in the three men’s eyes had changed.

They stared at Lin Fan’s clean, unblemished face, at the flowing white hair that cascaded to her ankles.

The image of that skin being torn apart, of that dramatic transformation, replayed endlessly in their minds.

The atmosphere grew strange.

Long Yan stopped two steps in front of Lin Fan.

He opened his mouth, his Adam’s apple bobbing painfully.

“Lei Jie.”

His voice was hoarse, rough.

“Speak your mind.”

Lin Fan looked at him.

Long Yan lowered his head, his fingers clenching the blade’s handle, then raised it again to meet Lin Fan’s eyes directly.

“You said before that Ning Shuang was in a very safe place.”

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He paused, and his voice began to tremble.

“I want to ask… has she… also become like Yui?”

Long Yan’s eyes were completely red.

Lin Fan looked at Long Yan.

At this man who had crawled out of the mud, who would give up his life for the sake of repaying a debt.

If it were before.

If it were that wicked woman who would stop at nothing to survive, she wouldn’t even blink before spinning a flawless lie.

She had a hundred ways to keep stringing these people along, making them follow her to the death.

But now.

Looking at the anticipation and fear about to spill from Long Yan’s eyes, Lin Fan suddenly felt those tricks were meaningless.

She didn’t want to lie to the people she truly cared about.

Lin Fan looked straight into Long Yan’s eyes.

Nodded.

“Yes.”

Just one word.

Clean and decisive.

Not a single extra word of explanation.

Long Yan stood frozen in place.

The string that had been stretched taut in his mind for so long finally snapped completely.

“Why!”

Long Yan suddenly roared.

His eyes were bloodshot, his fingers gripping the blade twisted from the force.

“Tell me she’s dead, fine! But why… why did you do this to her?!”

He stepped forward, the tip of his blade pointing at the ground.

“That’s Ning Shuang! You turned her into a piece of clothing?!”

Long Yan’s voice was shrill and piercing.

“Did you actually save us… or were you just using us as materials to strengthen yourself!”

Long Yi’s face was dark and gloomy.

Long Teng closed his eyes, his body swaying twice.

A rift had formed between them.

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The way they looked at Lin Fan was filled with distance and alienation.

Lin Fan looked at the crazed Long Yan.

She didn’t explain, didn’t refute.

This was an indisputable fact.

Long Ningshuang was indeed killed by her, turned into a piece of skin.

Long Wu too.

Lin Fan herself was a false goddess who had climbed up by stepping on a pile of bloody lives.

Explain what?

Explain that she was weak back then and needed to protect herself?

She couldn’t be bothered to speak.

Long Yi suppressed his anger, about to step forward and speak.

A small black figure suddenly shot out.

“Smack!”

A crisp slap landed on Long Yan’s face.

The force was immense, snapping Long Yan’s head to the side.

It also stunned Long Yi and Long Teng, who had been about to question her, into stillness.

Su Xiaoxiao stood in front of Long Yan, fuming.

Her tears hadn’t dried yet, her eyes wide and round.

Her fluffy fox tail bristled behind her.

“You big idiot!”

Su Xiaoxiao stood on her tiptoes, pointing at Long Yan’s nose and cursing loudly.

“Do you have any brains?!”

“Who are you throwing a tantrum at! What right do you have to throw a tantrum at sister!”

Long Yan clutched his swollen face.

“She killed Ning Shuang…”

“There is no Long Ningshuang!”

Su Xiaoxiao’s words stunned all three men present.

“From the moment your dragon bone was dug out and you were thrown into the slave market, about to die.”

Su Xiaoxiao stepped forward, staring intently into Long Yan’s eyes.

“Who do you think bought you out of that cage?”

“Who do you think gave you crystals and gave you dignity!”

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Long Yan’s eyes widened.

A memory flashed through his mind—the slender figure in the slave market who had rescued him from the cage and torn off the slave collar around his neck.

“Feel the bone in your belly!”

Su Xiaoxiao pointed at Long Yan’s abdomen, her voice urgent.

“Sister took a knife herself, cut open her own belly, and dug out the dragon bone inside to stuff into your body! Whose bone do you think that was!!”

Long Yan’s breathing grew rapid, his legs beginning to go weak.

“You think someone risked their life to save you time and time again just so they could drag a dead weight like you along to survive!”

The fox-girl grew angrier with each word, raising her hand once more to strike.

Long Yan stood frozen in place, letting his hair fall in disarray.

“You idiot!”

“From the very beginning—taking you away, teaching you to grow stronger, trading her own life for yours, entrusting you with the Dragon Bone, and walking this entire path by your side—it was all her, Big Sister herself!”

Su Xiaoxiao turned her head, her reddened eyes sweeping across the onlookers gathered around.

“And all of you! Do you really think Big Sister wanted something from you?”

“If it weren’t to save all of us, would Big Sister have willingly shed that skin before a powerful enemy, only to have you look at her like she’s some kind of monster?!”

The entire scene fell into dead silence.

With just a few words, Su Xiaoxiao had laid bare the whole truth.

Long Yan’s mind went completely blank.

The fragments of memories with Long Ningshuang began to reassemble.

He recalled the silhouettes supporting each other through the forest.

He remembered the Crystals handed over at the inn.

And he remembered the entrustment and promises made at the brink of life and death.

It had all been Lei Li standing before him.

That aloof woman they had revered like a deity.

That sovereign of ruthless methods and unfathomable schemes.

She had worn another face to walk with him through the hardest stretch of his journey.

Clatter.

The Runic Longblade fell onto the rubble.

Long Yan’s knees gave way, and he dropped straight down, kneeling before Lin Fan.

He lifted his head, gazing at that cold, indifferent face.

His mouth opened, but not a single word could escape.