Skinwalker Belle – Chapter 583 – Side Story: Liu Ruyan! You Transmigrated Too!

“Once we’re inside the city, leave no one alive!”

Yun Hai drew the long blade at his waist, its tip pointing straight at the newly renovated city gate.

“Drain them all dry!”

The three thousand Blood-Slaying Guards roared in unison.

The Grand Elder’s face twisted with savagery as he viciously spurred his horse.

“Sect Master, rest assured!”

The Grand Elder shouted excitedly, “I’ll refine every bit of flesh and blood from these mud-footed peasants for you!”

The towering Mutated Scale-Horses charged forward at full gallop, kicking up a blinding storm of yellow sand.

On the city wall.

Liu Cheng stood bare-chested, weighing the wood-splitting blade in his hand.

“These bastard immortals actually have the guts to come.”

Li Siniang spat on the ground.

“Mother, can I take on ten of them?”

Er Ya brandished a rusted iron rod.

“Take on twenty!”

Li Siniang glared, “Don’t embarrass the Goddess!”

The Grand Elder led the charge, barely a dozen meters from the city gate.

Gripping his horse-slaying saber with both hands, his entire body’s Qi-Blood seethed.

“Shatter for me!”

A blood-red blade aura ten meters long burst from the edge of his weapon, hacking viciously toward the city gate.

Liu Cheng sneered coldly, not bothering to dodge at all.

He leaped from the city wall, casually swinging the wood-splitting blade in his hand.

No flashy blade aura—only pure, absolute physical power.

The terrifying kinetic energy compressed the air itself into a solid ripple of force.

Boom!

A dull, thunderous impact exploded mid-air.

The Grand Elder, his horse, and that imposing blood-red blade aura all froze in an instant.

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“What?!”

The Grand Elder’s eyes bulged nearly out of their sockets.

The next second, his body split cleanly down the middle.

Blood, mixed with organs and shredded flesh, rained down and slammed into the ground.

An elder of Cloud Mountain Sect. A fourth-rank martial artist.

Split in two by a single strike from a village man holding a wood-chopping knife.

The charging Blood-Slaying Guards collectively yanked their reins, hooves carving deep furrows into the earth.

“What happened?”

“The Grand Elder was… chopped apart?”

“Impossible! Absolutely impossible!”

Panic spread rapidly through the ranks of blood-red armor.

Liu Cheng landed before the city gate and flicked the blood off his blade.

“Fellow villagers!”

Liu Cheng bellowed at the top of his lungs, “The Goddess is watching us! Kill these beasts!”

“Kill them!”

“Take revenge!”

Thousands of starving refugees who had been numbly awaiting death now erupted with the roars of wild beasts.

Like dumplings dumped into a pot, they leaped straight off the ten-meter-high city wall.

No formation. No tactics. Only their frenzied, explosive Qi-Blood.

Li Siniang swung the black iron pot she usually used to cook porridge, smashing it hard against a cavalryman’s helmet.

“Die!”

She cursed.

The hardened steel helmet caved in instantly.

The rider didn’t even have time to scream—his entire head was crushed down into his chest cavity.

“Oops, used too much force.”

Er Ya muttered from the other side.

With a casual sweep of her rusted iron rod, the legs of four warhorses snapped clean off in unison.

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The riders crashed heavily to the ground.

Before they could scramble up, several old farmers clutching hoes pounced on them.

“An immortal, huh?”

“Eats people, huh?”

“I’ll kill you!”

Hoes flashed through the air; heavy armor tore apart like paper.

Flesh flew, screams rang out endlessly.

This wasn’t war. This was one-sided slaughter.

“My blade can’t cut through them!”

“Help! These people are monsters!”

“Run!”

The once-arrogant Blood-Slaying Guards completely collapsed, thousands of them chased down and beaten by a mob of villagers wielding farm tools.

Yun Hai sat atop his horse, watching his men being smashed apart like meat paste.

Not only did he not panic, he suddenly burst into wild laughter.

“Good! Killed well!”

“So that’s it! No wonder the Qi-Blood is so strong!”

Yun Hai’s eyes were bloodshot.

He summoned the illusory panel that only he could see.

The Body Refining System was frantically flashing a piercing red light.

“So much high-grade Qi-Blood—this is a tonic heaven itself has gifted me!”

“System, absorb it for me!”

Yun Hai spread his arms wide and roared.

From the mountain of corpses and sea of blood on the ground, a massive red vortex of blood energy surged upward, crazily pouring into Yun Hai’s body.

The Qi-Blood Value began to skyrocket.

“Break!”

Yun Hai’s bones let out a series of crisp cracks like popping beans.

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A wave of dark-red energy exploded from within him with a thunderous boom.

Dozens of villagers who had been fighting nearby were sent flying by the shockwave, crashing heavily to the ground.

“Level Eight!”

Yun Hai laughed uncontrollably. “I’ve finally reached Level Eight!”

Liu Cheng steadied himself and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

“Form the formation! Hold him back!”

Liu Cheng shouted.

Several hundred men raised their machetes and hoes, charging head-on at Yun Hai.

“A bunch of ants, daring to defy a god?”

Yun Hai’s face was full of contempt.

The long blade in his hand swept in a sudden arc.

“Blood Sea Wild Blade!”

A hundred-zhang-long dark-red blade aura slashed outward, tearing even the very air apart.

Boom!

A deafening explosion shook the heavens.

The several hundred men were sent flying backward in unison.

Liu Cheng raised his blade to block, but the weapon shattered instantly.

He spewed a massive gush of blood and crashed into the ruins of the collapsed city wall.

“Brother Liu!”

Li Siniang cried out in alarm and rushed over.

Yun Hai dismounted from his horse and leisurely stepped across the ground littered with shredded flesh.

“All the life force in this city belongs to me.”

He said with a cold sneer.

A terrifying pressure weighed down on everyone like a mountain.

The villagers were forced to one knee, barely able to breathe.

Yun Hai ignored the ants on the ground, his gaze sweeping toward the city.

There was an immensely vast source of life energy there.

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“The City Lord’s Mansion.”

Yun Hai licked his lips.

As long as he drained that dry, he could touch the threshold of Level Nine and become the sole ruler of this world.

Yun Hai bent his legs slightly, and his entire body shot up like a cannonball.

He crushed the high wall of the City Lord’s Mansion with one step and landed steadily on the eaves.

“I’m invincible under heaven!”

Yun Hai was about to burst into triumphant laughter.

But then.

The laughter abruptly caught in his throat, as if someone had viciously strangled his neck.

His eyes bulged, his gaze locked onto the rooftop across from him.

A woman was sitting there.

She wore a black modern sports compression top, and tight black yoga pants traced a breathtaking silhouette.

Two long legs clad in high white socks dangled casually in midair.

Sunlight fell across the woman’s stunning face.

The veins on Yun Hai’s forehead bulged one by one.

That outfit!

That face!

In his past life on Blue Star, in that dim rental room, the searing pain of that black anti-rape stun gun pressed hard against his neck.

The stench of flesh scorched by electric current.

The despair of convulsing violently on the brink of death.

Those buried memories of terror crashed down like a tsunami, shattering his mental defenses.

The muscles throughout his body trembled uncontrollably, and the momentum he had just broken through instantly withered.

“Liu Ruyan!”

Yun Hai’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice sharp and distorted with sheer terror.

“You bitch!”

He roared hysterically, “You’ve transmigrated too!”