Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist



Tristan unleashed a barrage of ruthless attacks upon Wang Ying and Elder Hua. His movements were a blur as he struck with precision, targeting vulnerable points on their bodies with calculated cruelty.

First, he aimed a devastating punch at Wang Ying's gut, his strike infused with the electrifying force of his storm powers.

The impact sent shockwaves of pain reverberating through her body, causing her to gasp for breath as the intensity of the blow threatened to rupture her internal organs.

Not stopping there, Tristan swiftly pivoted, delivering a swift and merciless kick to Elder Hua's arm.

The bone-crushing force behind the blow reverberated through her body, rendering her limb temporarily useless.

She cried out in agony, her wind powers faltering as she struggled to regain her composure.

Unfazed by their pain, Tristan pressed on with his sadistic assault. He moved with supernatural agility, dodging their feeble attempts to counter his attacks.

With a sinister grin, he landed a flurry of strikes, his fists and feet becoming instruments of torment.

A devastating knee strike found its mark on Wang Ying's chest, driving the air from her lungs and leaving her gasping for respite.

Each blow Tristan delivered was an embodiment of his dominance, a testament to his merciless nature.

Meanwhile, Elder Hua found herself at the receiving end of Tristan's brutal onslaught. He aimed a savage kick at her legs, cracking her bone and rendering her unable to stand.

She crumpled to the ground, her wind powers faltering as pain surged through her body.

As Tristan's devastating assault raged on, the presence of other King Realm experts emerged on the battlefield, their intentions clear—to protect Wang Ying and put an end to Tristan's reign of terror.

However, their valiant efforts were met with a stark reality: Tristan's might was overwhelming, his power beyond their comprehension.

The elder of the Heavenly Blade Sect, a seasoned warrior renowned for his mastery of the blade, stepped forward with unwavering resolve.

With a mighty swing, he unleashed a strike imbued with his King Realm strength, aiming to slay Tristan.

But Tristan turned around quickly and countered with a punch.

As the elder's sword connected with Tristan's fist, the clash was both awe-inspiring and disheartening.

The sword shattered into a thousand pieces, unable to withstand the sheer force emanating from Tristan's punch.

The shockwave of the impact reverberated through the surroundings, shaking the very foundations of the forest. Trees swayed and groaned, their trunks cracking under the tremendous pressure unleashed by Tristan's overwhelming strength.

Tristan, seemingly untouched by the feeble attempts to thwart him, turned his attention to the King Realm experts who dared challenge him.

His eyes glowed with an otherworldly intensity, his dark aura pulsating with an almost palpable malevolence.

With lightning speed, he closed the distance between himself and his adversaries, leaving them with no time to react.

One by one, the King Realm experts found themselves falling under the weight of Tristan's power. His movements were a blur, a dance of annihilation as he effortlessly dismantled their defenses.

His punches landed with bone-crushing force, sending shockwaves of agony through their bodies. His kicks shattered their guard, leaving them defenseless against his onslaught.

The forest echoed with the agonized cries of the fallen, their attempts to resist Tristan's might proving futile.

Tristan's ruthless annihilation of the strongest human experts had granted the demon forces a decisive advantage on the battlefield.

Their morale soared, victory seemingly within their grasp. Some demons even began to prematurely celebrate, their confidence radiating through the air.

But their jubilation would soon turn into astonishment and trepidation as a powerful, blazing aura engulfed the surroundings.

The sheer intensity of the flames reduced nearby trees to mere ashes, and a streak of fiery energy raced towards the battlefield with unprecedented speed.

Those who recognized the distinct aura couldn't help but break into triumphant smiles. Stella, Lady Zhuoran, Bixi Shuyan, Hong Meilin, and the other members of Wang Jian's faction understood the significance of this arrival, their hearts brimming with hope and determination.

Meanwhile, Wang Hao and Wang Ying's faction cast curious gazes towards the source of the roaring flames, their brows furrowed with a mixture of worry and intrigue.

They couldn't help but wonder if another formidable demon had emerged, a potential threat to their dwindling forces.

The sight of the blazing spectacle stirred a familiar rage within Tristan, his teeth gritted in frustration.

Memories of his past defeat at the hands of Wang Jian surged to the forefront of his mind, igniting a fiery determination to exact vengeance.

Yet, he swiftly quelled his anger, channeling it into a calculated plan to make Wang Jian pay dearly for his previous humiliation.

As the fiery figure of Wang Jian emerged on the horizon, a wave of excitement rippled through the ranks of the human forces.

The sight of this royal prince, a symbol of unwavering courage, kindled a renewed sense of hope, emboldening their spirits in the face of overwhelming odds.

However, amidst the flickering hope, Wang Hao, Wang Ying, and Wang Chen maintained solemn expressions.

They could discern the limits of Wang Jian's power, sensing that even his arrival would not be enough to topple the indomitable might of Tristan.

Tristan's voice dripped with disdain as he unleashed his overwhelming Storm Devil God Fury aura. "I've grown weary of waiting for you, Human."

Without so much as acknowledging Tristan's words, Wang Jian streaked towards his faction with unmatched speed that only Tristan could perceive.

His arms became encircled by two dazzling wheels of pure orange flames. As he hurled them towards the demon forces, the wheels spun, growing in strength and intensity, expanding in size to engulf a vast area.

In their wake, the Wheels of Flame left a trail of devastation, mercilessly annihilating every demon in their path.

Caught off-guard, the demon forces scrambled to evade the scorching wheels of flames, abandoning their positions in a desperate bid for survival.

While the demons were preoccupied with the onslaught of fiery destruction, Wang Jian turned towards his faction, his voice resolute yet tinged with relief.

"I am relieved to see you all alive. I apologize for the delay. Rest assured, each and every one of you will be duly compensated for the sacrifices made today."

Within Wang Jian's faction, his friends and their families had implemented defensive measures, employing talismans and using qi-enhancing pellets to safeguard themselves from the demonic assaults.

However, the affiliated factions and families had suffered grievous losses that would be difficult to recover from.

It wasn't just the depletion of resources; it was the irreplaceable loss of talented warriors and experts in various fields, such as talismans, alchemy, and combat.

Despite the weight of their losses, these individuals couldn't help but place their trust in Wang Jian's solemn promise.

In that moment, Xie Zhiwei's voice resonated with concern. "Jian, be cautious of that demon. He possesses enough power to slaughter us all."

Wang Jian nodded in agreement. "I had already anticipated that."

Lady Zhuoran stepped forward; her voice laced with worry as she addressed Wang Jian. "Your Highness, please exercise caution. This demon employs a peculiar technique, imbuing his qi with unparalleled intensity, allowing him to manipulate the high level Laws of Wind, Water, and Lightning. Even with your formidable flames, it may not be enough to defeat him."

Wang Jian found himself surprised by Lady Zhuoran's rare act of warning, considering their special relationship.

Nonetheless, he acknowledged her words with utmost seriousness. "I will exercise utmost caution."

At that crucial moment, Liu Yu interjected, offering King Realm talismans infused with profound insights of Wind.

"Jian, take these talismans. They carry the essence of peak-level Wind insights. Unfortunately, we cannot strike the demon from such a distance, but your formidable strength can overcome that obstacle."

Wang Jian shook his head, declining the offer. "Keep them and employ them against the demons. I shall devise another plan."

Liu Yu's expression betrayed his worry as he attempted to protest. "But..."

Wang Jian's voice turned cold and resolute. "No more objections. This is my final decision."

While they conversed, a bolt of thunder crackled, hurtling directly towards Wang Jian's location. Stella, the Butterfly Spirit Queen, cried out in alarm. "Seventh Prince, be careful!"

In response, Wang Jian summoned a torrent of powerful flames that enveloped him, effortlessly dispersing the menacing purple thunderbolt.

"Are you so eager to die?" Wang Jian's voice rang out with chilling determination, cutting through the chaos of the battlefield.

Tristan's face twisted into a sinister smile, brimming with malevolence. "Marvelous! Absolutely marvelous! Just as I anticipated, you are no weakling. You can surely provide me with a challenge! Come, let me show you what true strength is, and how feeble your own power truly is in comparison!"

It was none other than Tristan who had shattered Wang Jian's Wheels of Flame, asserting his dominance on the field.

Undeterred, Wang Jian conjured two more Wheels of Flame, even more potent and expansive than their predecessors.

Tristan snorted derisively upon witnessing the resurfacing wheels of fire. "To think that someone of your strength would find pleasure in extinguishing weaklings."

Raising his arms, Tristan harnessed the power of water, intending to employ it against the blazing onslaught of the Wheels of Flame.

"Whatever your delusions, I will demonstrate the futility of your efforts," Tristan began, but before he could finish his sentence, Wang Jian materialized in front of him, his fist connecting with Tristan's face in a forceful blow that sent him hurtling across the battlefield.

Wang Jian swiftly vanished from sight, streaking towards Tristan with unwavering determination.

Employing the full might of his Enhanced Strength Skill, Wang Jian's punch had been precisely calculated to propel Tristan far away. His motive behind changing the location of their battle was twofold.

Firstly, he was acutely aware of the catastrophic destruction that would result from a clash with Tristan. Such devastation would wreak havoc upon both human factions and the allied beast forces, inflicting immeasurable harm.

And the second reason was that Wang Jian couldn't utilize the complete might of his Devil Bloodline in front of them.

Even now, he had to be very careful and utilize powerful Flame Aura to conceal his formidable Devil Bloodline.

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