Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 559 – Now, It’s My Turn

The wind on the battlefield stopped.

The emerald-green Life Domain expanded outward with Lin Li at its center, utterly unlike the thin, gray-black Death Qi emanating from the man in the distance.

She stood there quietly, her white hair moving on its own without any wind, each strand carrying a faint, shimmering glow.

She looked around, her expression calm.

Long Xi. Long Hao. The Dragon Emperor. And the five elders led by Long Zhan.

The lineup was different from what she remembered.

That Dragon Emperor was only at the peak of the eighth level, with neither Spatial Ability nor the Death Rule.

In her original world, the Dragon Emperor had merely been a skin worn by the male Lin Fan—the Spatial Ability itself was Lin Fan’s power, while the Death Rule belonged to Long Hao.

Long Teng was actually among the elders too.

In her own world, that good-natured man had, because of Long Yi’s rebellion, dug out his own bone to save his daughter and guarded Border Dragon City for over a decade.

It seemed that in this world, the Dragon Clan had not suffered the machinations of the male Lin Fan from within, nor had they endured that brutal purge.

The collateral branches hadn’t been suppressed to the point of slavery either.

But none of that mattered anymore.

Lin Li looked at the black-haired Lin Fan, still struggling amidst the ruins, held down jointly by the Dragon Emperor and Long Hao.

“I remember everything now.”

Her words from moments ago still echoed across the battlefield.

The black-haired Lin Fan looked up at her, his eyes filled with shock and confusion, and even a trace of fear.

Long Xi’s golden vertical pupils contracted. She could sense it—that Time Rule which terrified her was now manifesting on that woman.

“She… who exactly is she?” Long Junshan’s voice trembled.

“Whoever she is!” the Dragon Emperor roared, his peak eighth-level Dragon Might surging higher, trying to suppress this newfound power. “Kill the man first, then deal with her!”

Long Hao shared the same thought. He transformed into a gray-black shadow and charged at Lin Fan once more.

But he only made it halfway.

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A flash of white light.

Too fast.

Long Xi’s temporal perception only caught a blur.

Lin Li moved.

A moment ago she was three hundred meters away; the next, she had already appeared on Long Hao’s inevitable path.

She didn’t even glance at Long Hao. She simply raised her leg with casual ease—that long, elegantly curved leg wrapped in a white dress.

Then she kicked out.

Simple. Direct. No flourish whatsoever.

Long Hao’s eyes flew wide. He tried to dodge, tried to block with the Death Rule.

But none of it worked.

Within Lin Li’s far more powerful Life Domain, all his rules were suppressed to a crawl.

“Thud!”

A dull, heavy sound.

That kick landed squarely on Long Hao’s face.

This man—possessor of Ancestral Dragon Blood, cultivator of the Death Rule for three hundred years, who moments ago had beaten his other self into helpless submission—was sent flying outright.

He tumbled through the air, crashing straight through the body of a distant mountain, vanishing into the dust and smoke.

Everyone fell silent.

The five Dragon Clan elders froze mid-motion.

The Dragon Emperor, who had been preparing to encircle, halted his massive draconic frame as well.

All dragon eyes converged on that white-haired woman who had just kicked Long Hao flying with a single strike.

Lin Li withdrew her leg, the white hem of her skirt settling lightly. Barefoot, she tapped the void with her toes and descended back to the ground.

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Throughout the entire process, the expression on her face never changed.

“You…” Long Zhan’s throat let out a dry, rasping sound. His proud Dragon Clan physique was a joke in the face of the power displayed by that kick.

Lin Li ignored him.

She turned and walked step by step toward the black-haired man who had just crawled out of the rubble, his face covered in blood.

The man braced himself against the ground, his chest heaving violently. He watched Lin Li approach, his gaze complex.

That kick just now—he had seen it clearly.

No Power of Rules had been used. It was pure, unadulterated physical dominance.

He had abandoned his human bloodline and fused with the Ancestral Dragon Blood to obtain this formidable body.

But it was only when he saw this woman that he realized only the human bloodline could truly break through the shackles of this world’s level.

Lin Li walked step by step until she stood before him. She stopped.

She looked down at him.

He looked up at her.

Two identical faces stared at each other. One was covered in blood, battered and disheveled, while the other was so clean it seemed untouched by dust.

“Three hundred years.” Lin Li spoke, her voice soft. “You spent three hundred years turning yourself into this… this thing.”

The man gritted his teeth and said nothing.

“Have you ever regretted it?”

There was no discernible emotion in Lin Li’s tone.

“Was it worth it?”

“What do you know?!” The black-haired Lin Fan finally roared. “You haven’t experienced my despair! You don’t know what it’s like to watch your cherished companions face a danger that only you can resist—while you’re stuck in another world for three hundred whole years!”

“I do understand.” Lin Li cut him off. “Because I almost walked the same path as you.”

She reached out her hand, and emerald-green life energy gathered in her palm, condensing into a soft ball of light.

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“But I was luckier than you.”

“You told me the way back.”

She didn’t look at him again. Instead, she turned to face the Dragon Emperor and the five elders in the sky.

“Now, it’s my turn.”

She raised her head, and for the first time, battle intent flickered in those iridescent eyes.

“I’m going home.”

The moment the words left her mouth, she vanished.

Where she had been standing, the ground caved inward, forming a circular pit ten meters in diameter.

Only then did the deafening sonic boom arrive.

Her target was not the Dragon Emperor, nor any of the elders.

It was Long Hao—who had just burst out of the mountain rubble, a clear footprint still visible on his face!

“You—!”

Long Hao had barely steadied himself when he saw that white figure closing in on him again at a speed he couldn’t comprehend.

Instinctively, he tried to retreat.

But Lin Li was already there.

She leaped high, her body unfolding gracefully in the air, and then… a stomping kick came straight down!

Long Hao roared, crossing his arms to shield his head.

“BOOM!”

Lin Li’s foot landed on his arms.

The ground beneath Long Hao split apart instantly. He was forced down onto his knees, both knees slamming into the earth and sinking in up to the kneecaps.

But it wasn’t over.

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Still standing on his arms, her fair toes even ground against his face twice.

“Pfft!”

Long Hao spat out a mouthful of black blood.

Three hundred years of cultivation he was so proud of—the power he had earned through countless kills in this world—was crushed to dust beneath her foot.

“Sister!” Long Hao let out an unwilling roar, pleading for help from Long Xi in the distance.

In the distance, Long Xi’s youthful, doll-like face had lost every trace of color.

She watched Long Hao, pinned beneath Lin Li’s foot with no power to resist, and her body began to tremble.

Finally, she understood.

The woman before them was no ordinary human at all.

She was a monster wearing human skin—one even more formidable than the Dragon Clan!

“This… is trouble.” The Dragon Emperor’s voice carried a heavy weight.

“Today.”

Long Xi spoke, her voice regaining its composure, laced with unwavering resolve.

“One of us—her or us—must fall completely.”

A golden radiance blazed from within her.

Her petite form swelled within the light, her silver-white hair transforming into flowing dragon whiskers, her dark-gold dragon-patterned gown shattering to reveal a resplendent suit of dragon scales shimmering with Time Runes!

A clear, piercing dragon’s roar echoed across heaven and earth.

Long Xi reverted to her true form—a silver-white dragon spanning hundreds of meters, radiating an aura of eternity and ancientness, coiling through the sky.

Her pair of golden vertical pupils locked unwaveringly onto the white-haired figure below, who stood atop Long Hao.

The Time Rule was unleashed!