Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist



At this very moment, Ye Chen lurked in the shadows, meticulously observing the state of the battlefield.

He had cunningly sought an opportune moment to make his mark and untangle the web of misunderstandings that plagued him.

From his concealed perch atop a towering tree, Ye Chen surveyed the entirety of the chaotic battleground, relishing his advantageous vantage point.

His eyes darted between the clashes involving Wang Hao, Wang Ying, Wang Jian's factions, and the allied forces of Stella's beasts.

Each beautiful figure that graced his sight stirred his soul, filling him with a peculiar mix of desire and envy.

To his satisfaction, none of these captivating women seemed to be in immediate peril.

These alluring beauties possessed remarkable skills that allowed them to fend off the relentless onslaught of the demons.

As Ye Chen's gaze flitted from one mesmerizing fighter to another, he couldn't help but feel a pang of envy gnawing at his core.

Wang Hao's awe-inspiring God of War Battle Spirit ignited within him an insatiable craving for power and recognition.

Ye Chen's own spirit, the Serene Essence Calf, functioned solely as an auxiliary entity rather than a formidable combat force.

Its remarkable ability to cleanse impurities from resources and herbs made it a valuable asset to alchemists and craftsmen.

Nevertheless, Ye Chen couldn't conceal his discontent.

He yearned for a spirit with a more pronounced battle prowess, feeling that his current one fell short of his ambitions.

However, such setbacks failed to dampen his grandiose aspirations.

Despite being confined to the Lord Realm, Ye Chen prided himself on his exceptional ability to gain insights into the Laws of the Sword.

In his mind, this accomplishment elevated him above his peers, bolstering his arrogant sense of self-importance.

His combat prowess, honed through relentless dedication, allowed him to wound a King Realm expert caught off-guard and engage in an evenly matched duel against a standard King Realm adversary.

At this moment, Ye Chen fixated his attention on a team of demons escorting Tristan away from the chaotic fray.

The composition of this formidable group consisted of three King Realm experts and fourteen Lord Realm experts—a lineup that would daunt most individuals.

However, Ye Chen harbored unwavering confidence in his ability to carry out the assassination of Tristan.

He smugly believed that by successfully eliminating Tristan, he could effectively cleanse the minds of Stella, Hong Meilin, and the other beauties from Wang Jian's faction, thereby dispelling any lingering misunderstandings.

In Ye Chen's twisted perspective, his actions would cement him as the virtuous hero, one who deserved the utmost adoration and accolades.

Wretched, depraved, unprincipled, and hypocritical, Ye Chen reveled in his twisted worldview.

His inflated sense of self-importance and unabashed arrogance shrouded his every thought as he moved towards those demons.

With his Heavy Sword, a weapon steeped in the blood of countless demons, firmly gripped in his right hand, and clutching the potent Phantom Sword Talisman in his left, Ye Chen swiftly sprang into action.

A surge of determination coursed through his veins as he activated the Phantom Sword Talisman, unleashing a mesmerizing display of illusionary prowess.

The talisman conjured a breathtaking spectacle of hundreds of ethereal swords, each radiating the immense pressure of a King Realm expert's attack.

The unsuspecting group of demons found themselves confronted by this unexpected onslaught, their instincts urging them to brace for impact.

Capitalizing on their momentary distraction, Ye Chen channeled his formidable Laws of the Sword, infusing it into one of his most potent Sword Skills—Swift Blade Decapitation.

This technique epitomized the essence of rapid, seamless swordplay, aiming to sever the opponent's head in a single, decisive stroke.

With a lethal blend of precision, agility, and grace, Ye Chen transformed into a blur of motion, his blade tracing a mesmerizing dance of death.

His singular target was none other than Tristan, the center of attention and the epitome of Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Bloodline.

The surrounding demons, caught off guard by Ye Chen's audacity, were left reeling.

They had been preoccupied with defending against the onslaught of illusory swords and had never fathomed that their ranks would be infiltrated so brazenly.

It was this element of surprise that played into Ye Chen's favor, heightening the chances of his daring assassination attempt's success.

Sensing victory within his grasp, Ye Chen unleashed a thunderous roar that reverberated across the battlefield, determined to attract the attention of all present. "Your head is mine, lowly demon!"

His bellowing proclamation served a dual purpose: to seize the spotlight and execute Tristan in full view of the spectators, establishing himself as the fearless hero committed to eradicating the demonic scourge.

Yet, fate would intervene with a cruel twist. Despite Ye Chen's unwavering resolve, his Heavy Sword failed to find its mark upon Tristan's flesh.

In an unforeseen turn of events, a sinister shroud of dark, formidable demonic shadows manifested around Tristan, swiftly coalescing into an impenetrable barrier that defied Ye Chen's attack.

| These menacing shadows, imbued with an otherworldly power, proved insurmountable even for Ye Chen's potent strike that could have severed Tristan's head from his body.

The unexpected resilience of the shadow barrier served as a stark reminder of Tristan's hidden strengths, surpassing even Ye Chen's most audacious expectations.

For an ephemeral moment, Ye Chen's confidence wavered, his once-arrogant demeanor briefly shaken.

Amidst the clamor of the battlefield, an unsettling silence settled upon his conscience as he grappled with the realization that his meticulously crafted plans had been foiled by an unforeseen adversary.

The presence of the mysterious shadows and their impenetrable barrier shocked both Ye Chen and the demons protecting Tristan as a brief moment of bewilderment hung in the air.

None among the demon horde possessed the ability to wield such formidable shadows, let alone create a barrier capable of shielding Tristan from the lethal blow intended by Ye Chen.

However, the demons swiftly regained their composure as the illusionary swords finally made contact with their ranks.

The realization of their deception struck them like a bolt of lightning, fueling their anger and determination to avenge their fallen leader.

Fury and contempt dripped from their voices as they confronted Ye Chen. "You despicable human! How dare you lay a hand on our revered leader?! We were even allied together yet you actually tried to backstab us!"

Meanwhile, Ye Chen, taken aback by the failure of his attack, fumbled to retrieve a Hundred Miles Teleportation Talisman, his movements betraying the surprise that had momentarily clouded his judgment.

However, the demons proved swifter, converging upon him from all directions, effectively blocking any path of retreat.

A sinister grin spread across the faces of the demons, relishing in the opportunity to exact retribution upon the audacious human who dared to challenge their might.

"Where do you think you're going, little human?" they jeered, their voices dripping with sadistic pleasure.

In a desperate attempt to evade their clutches, Ye Chen channeled every ounce of his energy and summoned the full extent of his Body Cultivation Technique—the revered Divine Bone Transformation Art.

This formidable cultivation art granted him an unmatched resilience, capable of withstanding tremendous physical trauma.

However, even with the protection of his divine cultivation technique, Ye Chen was not impervious to harm.

The relentless onslaught from the demons took its toll, leaving him battered and bloodied, his body bearing the marks of their vicious attacks.

Pain coursed through his veins, and a muffled groan escaped his lips, a fleeting moment of vulnerability betraying the mask of arrogance he usually wore.

As their gazes fixed upon the unfolding spectacle, Stella, Lady Zhuoran, Bixi Shuyan, and Hong Meilin wore expressions dripping with disdain.

To them, Ye Chen's current predicament was nothing short of a fitting retribution for his unforgivable act of aligning himself with the demons.

On the other hand, the members of Wang Ying and Wang Hao's factions stood transfixed, their eyes widening with a mix of awe and bewilderment.

Unaware of Ye Chen's recent treachery, they could only marvel at his resilience and formidable display of skill.

Little did they know that if they were privy to the truth, their admiration would crumble and morph into anger and contempt.

Meanwhile, a sense of satisfaction radiated from Jin Meixiang as she watched Ye Chen's suffering unfold.

Her disdain for him was no secret, fueled by his arrogant and brazen demeanor.

However, beneath the surface, a tangled web of emotions entwined.

Part of her dislike stemmed from an unrequited attraction to Wang Jian, whose captivating charm had ensnared her heart.

Ye Chen's opposition to Wang Jian only deepened her resentment, fueling her delight at witnessing his current plight.

In a world where alliances were everything, Jin Meixiang yearned for the opportunity to offer her family's hand in marriage to Wang Jian's prestigious palace.

Alas, the fates had conspired against her, tethering her clan to the second princess, Wang Ying.

It was an insurmountable barrier that crushed her hopes and left her resigned to the bitter reality that some dreams would forever remain unattainable.

Ye Chen didn't continue to suffer for long as reinforcements in the form of the Third Prince's forces soon arrived.

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