Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Wang Jian had a deep understanding of Zhang Fei’s cheating abilities and his combat skills. Therefore, he decided to take action.

Meanwhile, Huo Mingzhe hadn’t revealed himself yet and remained vigilant as he had heard of Wang Jian’s strength from the City Lord.

As Wang Jian made his entrance into the battlefield, he exuded an immense amount of qi that was accompanied by scorching flames empowered by the Law of Flames.

His arrival instantly grabbed the attention of everyone on the field.

The members of the Ji and Lin Clans were overjoyed as they knew that Wang Jian was on their side.

On the other hand, the City Lord and even the Meng Clan’s experts turned pale as they recalled how Wang Jian had single-handedly defeated them and entered the City Lord’s mansion.

Meng Xiangyi and Xu Yuting were both terrified as they realized that their most formidable opponent had arrived.

They couldn’t help but glance over at Zhang Fei, who was also looking towards Wang Jian, his curiosity turning to anger as he understood that this was the man targeting his clan.

Zhang Fei, however, didn’t lose all reason due to his anger. He could feel the qi emanating from Wang Jian and knew it was far beyond his own strength.

After all, Zhang Fei was merely at the Origin Realm cultivation.

Even though Zhang Fei could cross realms, he could only fight against experts in the early stages of the Lord Realm.

It was absolutely impossible for him to fight against the King Realm expert.

In that moment, Zhang Fei frantically looked towards his master, Huo Mingzhe, hoping for assistance.

And just as he had hoped, Huo Mingzhe vanished from his position and reappeared a few dozen meters away, his spear already drawn.

A fierce, overbearing Spear Qi was emitted from Huo Mingzhe as he glared at Wang Jian, “Who are you to target my disciple and his clan? As a King Realm expert, you should know better than to meddle in the affairs of juniors.”

Wang Jian chuckled, his eyes flashing with a predatory gleam, “Your disciple, Zhang Fei, is nothing more than a wretched pervert who dared to flirt with my woman. He must pay the price for his actions.”

Zhang Fei’s face turned red with anger, “What are you talking about?! I don’t even know you, so how can I flirt with your woman?!”

“…My woman is the Third Princess of the Windhaven Kingdom, Chen Yiyun!” Wang Jian responded coldly.

“No way! She isn’t your woman!” Zhang Fei responded in shock and anger.

Wang Jian rolled his eyes in disdain, “Would I have any other reason for targeting a small idiot like you?”

As Wang Jian made his accusations against Zhang Fei, Xu Yuting and Meng Xiangyi exchanged a quick yet significant glance.

It was a silent agreement that they both harbored similar suspicions about Zhang Fei’s actions.

As they scrutinized Zhang Fei’s every move, their doubts only grew stronger.

One of the reasons for their distrust was that Zhang Fei never denied flirting with Chen Yiyun. This had only fueled their suspicion further.

They were both furious at him for his indecorous behavior, and it only served to bolster their doubts about his character.

Meanwhile, Huo Mingzhe’s face grew stern as he contemplated the dangerous implications of this conflict. He knew that he needed to defuse the situation before it escalated into an all-out war.

With a determined expression, he stepped forward and placed himself between Wang Jian and Zhang Fei. “Enough,” he said in a commanding voice. “There’s no need for this to turn violent. Let’s settle this peacefully.”

Wang Jian regarded Huo Mingzhe with a skeptical gaze. “Peacefully? You do realize that your disciple has wronged me, right?”

Huo Mingzhe nodded. “I understand that, but I believe that there must be some sort of misunderstanding here. Zhang Fei is not the type to deliberately offend others.”

Wang Jian snorted. “Misunderstanding? Do you really think I would come all this way just for a misunderstanding?”

Huo Mingzhe raised his spear, his body tense and ready for action. “I don’t know what your true intentions are, but I won’t let you harm my disciple or his clan.”

“You’re a fool if you think you can take me on,” Wang Jian said with a smirk. He raised his hand, and a torrent of flames erupted from his palm, engulfing Huo Mingzhe in a sea of fire.

But Huo Mingzhe was not so easily defeated. He emerged from the flames unscathed, his spear pointed at Wang Jian. “As I said earlier, I won’t let you harm my disciple,” he said in a cold voice.

As they began to battle, Wang Jian launched himself forward with his Origin Fist, the force of the blow creating a shockwave that sent Huo Mingzhe reeling backwards.

But Huo Mingzhe quickly regained his footing, summoning a gust of wind to propel himself forward and launching a series of swift jabs with his spear.

Wang Jian responded with his Beam of Destruction, a burst of energy that tore through the air and sent Huo Mingzhe flying backwards once again.

But once again, Huo Mingzhe managed to recover, using his mastery of the wind element to dodge Wang Jian’s attacks and keep him at bay.

In response, Wang Jian utilized his advanced flame control to imbue his Origin Fist with the power of flames, creating a fiery explosion that caught Huo Mingzhe off guard and sent him flying.

As they continued to battle, Huo Mingzhe revealed his skills related to the wind element and spear.

He demonstrated the “Whirlwind Thrust,” a technique that involved spinning his spear in a circular motion to create a powerful vortex of wind that could deflect Wang Jian’s attacks.

He also used the “Typhoon Strike,” a move that involved creating a miniature tornado with his spear that could suck in his opponent and slam them into the ground.

But Wang Jian was not to be outdone. He unleashed his Mystic Force, a burst of energy that surrounded him in a blinding aura and temporarily boosted his strength and speed.

He also used his Shadow Manipulation to create illusory copies of himself that confused Huo Mingzhe and made it difficult for him to predict his movements.

Despite Huo Mingzhe’s impressive skills and defensive techniques, Wang Jian steadily gained the upper hand.

He used his Moonrise Fist, which was imbued with the power of flames, to strike with the force of a meteor that completely shook Huo Mingzhe’s spear.

Huo Mingzhe could feel the spear vibrating in his hands, and he had to utilize quite a bit of force to calm it down. However, he quickly counterattacked as he initially used Gale Spear Thrust to try and catch him off guard, but Wang Jian was able to deflect the attack with his Origin Fist.

Huo Mingzhe then attempted to use Wind Dance to dodge his attacks, but Wang Jian’s Spiritual Sensitivity allowed him to predict Huo Mingzhe’s movements and land several blows.

Undeterred, Huo Mingzhe unleashed his Cyclone Spear Sweep, creating a small tornado that knocked Wang Jian back.

However, Wang Jian quickly regained his footing and charged forward with his Mystic Force, overwhelming Huo Mingzhe’s defenses.

Huo Mingzhe attempted to use Piercing Wind Strike to break through Wang Jian’s attacks, but it was ineffective against Wang Jian’s Divine Shielding Iron Body.

Finally, Huo Mingzhe used Tempest Spear Assault, creating a whirlwind that surrounded him and made it difficult for Wang Jian to approach.

However, Wang Jian’s Shadow Manipulation allowed him to slip through the winds and land a devastating blow with his Beam of Destruction, sending Huo Mingzhe flying and shattering his Lunar Shield Barrier.

Despite Huo Mingzhe’s valiant efforts, Wang Jian steadily overwhelmed him with his array of powerful skills.

Huo Mingzhe understood that he would lose if he continued to hold back.

Thus, he released his powerful spirit that possessed the potential to turn the tables in this battle!

Zephyr’s Edge.

As Huo Mingzhe channeled his Spiritual Energy, a faint mist began to envelop him, coalescing into the form of a powerful spirit.

The mist took the shape of a sleek and elegant spear, with a long and slender body that shimmered with a faint blue light.

Huo Mingzhe’s eyes glinted with determination as he grasped the spear, feeling its weight and power in his hand. He had created this spirit through years of rigorous training and meditation, pouring his Spiritual Energy into the spear until it became a powerful weapon in its own right.

The spirit was named Zephyr’s Edge. A rare spear imbued with the power of the wind.

Its unique intent was called the Tempest Thrust, a devastating attack that summoned a powerful gust of wind to enhance the spear’s thrust and strike with even greater force.

As Huo Mingzhe faced off against Wang Jian, he knew that he would need every ounce of power he could muster if he hoped to emerge victorious. Gripping Zephyr’s Edge tightly, he braced himself for the battle to come.

As the battle intensified, Wang Jian’s lips curled into a mischievous grin as he summoned his own powerful spirit to the field.

A magnificent creature emerged from the fiery depths of his soul, a Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon. Its massive wings flapped forcefully, stirring the air with a hot gust as it surveyed its surroundings. Its body was split in half, one side an intense crimson, while the other was a deep, foreboding shade of darkness.

The dragon’s two heads were strikingly different. One was wreathed in crimson flames, blazing with an infernal light, while the other was shrouded in darkness, its eyes glowing with a malevolent gleam. Its body was composed entirely of pure spiritual energy, giving it an ethereal, otherworldly presence.

As the dragon roared fiercely, its eyes fell upon Huo Mingzhe’s spear, Zephyr’s Edge. Wang Jian felt a thrill of anticipation course through him.

Huo Mingzhe was taken aback by this sight, but he quickly composed himself and raised his spear, preparing to do battle.

The two charged towards each other, each confident in their own abilities.

Wang Jian was the first to strike, sending a beam of fire towards Huo Mingzhe.

Zephyr’s Edge countered with a whirlwind, but the Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon was too fast, dodging the attack and landing a swipe with its claw.

Huo Mingzhe grunted in pain, but he refused to back down. He launched himself forward, unleashing a flurry of spear strikes that Wang Jian deftly dodged.

Wang Jian responded with his own flurry of attacks, the Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon’s claws and fire breath causing havoc on the battlefield.

Huo Mingzhe was on the defensive, struggling to keep up with his opponent’s onslaught.

He attempted to use his Whirlwind Thrust technique, but the Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon simply blasted it away with a burst of flames.

Undeterred, Huo Mingzhe tried again, this time with his Typhoon Strike, creating a miniature tornado with his spear that could suck in his opponent and slam them into the ground.

But Wang Jian had already anticipated the move and dodged it, countering with a Firestorm Slash that sent Huo Mingzhe reeling.

Huo Mingzhe could feel his strength waning, but he refused to give up.

He attempted to use his Cyclone Spear Sweep, creating a small tornado that knocked Wang Jian back.

But once again, the Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon was too fast, using its speed and agility to dodge the attack. .

Wang Jian was now in complete control, his Flame Burst technique blasting Huo Mingzhe with a wall of fire that he struggled to dodge.

The Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon was relentless, its claws and fire breath leaving Huo Mingzhe with no room to breathe.

Huo Mingzhe tried to muster all his strength for one final attack, his Tempest Spear Assault, creating a whirlwind that surrounded him and made it difficult for Wang Jian to approach.

But the Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon was unfazed, using its own Flame Whirlwind technique to counter Huo Mingzhe’s attack and send him flying backwards.

With one final attack, Wang Jian unleashed his Flame Nova, a devastating burst of fire that engulfed the entire battlefield.

Huo Mingzhe was powerless to stop it, and he was knocked unconscious by the force of the blast.

Wang Jian stood victorious, his Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon roaring in triumph as it dissipated into the air.

The battle was over, and he had emerged as the clear victor.

Zhang Fei and his comrades, including the City Lord, were stricken with terror as they bore witness to the swift and utter defeat of Huo Mingzhe.

They had never imagined that the seasoned warrior would fall so swiftly, leaving them reeling with shock and disbelief.

In truth, Huo Mingzhe’s defeat was not solely due to his lack of skills or inferior cultivation. Had he not summoned his spirit, he might have been able to endure the onslaught for a while longer.

However, Wang Jian’s spirit, the Dark Flame Double-Headed River Dragon, proved to be a formidable opponent for Huo Mingzhe’s Zephyr’s Edge.

The sheer strength and intensity of Wang Jian’s spirit were too much for Huo Mingzhe to handle, eventually leading to his downfall.

It was a stark reminder that in the world of cultivation, having a powerful spirit can often be the determining factor in a battle.

With a sinister expression etched on his face, Wang Jian slowly approached Zhang Fei, causing the latter to take a few involuntary steps back.

Zhang Fei’s right hand was raised in a defensive gesture as he stammered, “Don’t you dare come any closer. I’ll kill you if you take one more step.”

Wang Jian’s eyes glittered with malice as he spoke in a low, menacing tone, “Your clan is going to pay for your despicable actions today.”

Zhang Fei could feel a cold sweat forming on his forehead as he realized the gravity of the situation. Xu Yuting and Meng Xiangyi, who were standing nearby, watched the confrontation with bated breath. They had already begun to suspect Zhang Fei, and Wang Jian’s accusations only served to strengthen their suspicions.

“You have no proof!” Zhang Fei protested weakly.

Wang Jian’s lips curled into a sneer. “Oh, I have proof. And it’s all the proof I need.” With that, he lunged forward, his movements fluid and controlled.

Zhang Fei tried to fight back, but Wang Jian’s attacks were too fast and too powerful.

With a swift, fiery punch, Wang Jian sent Zhang Fei sprawling to the ground. Xu Yuting and Meng Xiangyi watched in shock as the once-proud warrior struggled to get up, his face twisted in pain and fear.

“Weren’t you going to kill me if I took one more step? Why don’t you try that threat again?” Wang Jian asked in a disdainful tone. He knew that if Zhang Fei actually possessed the power to kill him, he certainly wouldn’t have stopped at that moment.

There was a good chance that his master in that ring was not ready to utilize their last bit of power to save Zhang Fei.

Zhang Fei coughed up a mouthful of blood, his eyes blazing with hatred as he glared at Wang Jian. “I will make sure to repay this debt of blood!” he snarled, his voice thick with fury.

Wang Jian merely chuckled in response, the sound cold and cruel. “You’ll be lucky to even have a chance to try,” he said, his eyes glittering with triumph.

“Your clan’s downfall is inevitable,” Wang Jian declared with a fierce glint in his eyes.