Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 559 Saving Feng Xiaoyu

A heavy silence descended upon the alleyway, broken only by the ragged breaths of Feng Xiaoyu and Dong Aigou. Wang Jianʼs amused grin sent shivers down their spines, his casual demeanor contrasting sharply with the intensity of the preceding battle.

”Well, well,” he drawled, his gaze flitting between them like a predator studying its prey. ”Seems like the partyʼs come to an unexpected halt. Why the sudden change of heart, folks? Donʼt let me interrupt your, uh, ʼsparring sessionʼ. Carry on, I assure you, itʼs quite entertaining.”

Shock contorted Dong Aigouʼs features. He couldnʼt fathom Wang Jianʼs intentions. Was it a trap? Was he waiting for Dong Aigou to lower his guard before launching an attack? A bead of sweat trickled down his temple.

Feng Xiaoyu, however, opted for a different approach. With a feigned gasp, she clutched at her side. ”Wang Jian,” she wheezed, her voice laced with mock-weakness, ”how convenient you appear. But surely, even you wouldnʼt sit idly by while your esteemed business partner… gets bullied?”

Wang Jianʼs smirk widened, morphing into something altogether sinister. ”Help?” he mused, tilting his head playfully. ”Now thereʼs an interesting proposition, Feng Xiaoyu. But help doesnʼt come cheap, you know.”

He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. ”Beg nicely. Show me some proper submission, and maybe, just maybe, Iʼd consider intervening on your behalf.”

The audacity of his words left both Feng Xiaoyu and Dong Aigou speechless. Never did they expect such blatant manipulation from Wang Jian.

Before anyone could react further, Dong Aigouʼs instincts kicked in. With a panicked snarl, he lunged towards the alleyway exit, desperate to escape the volatile situation.

But just as his hand brushed against the brick wall, a ripple of energy pulsed through the air. An invisible barrier solidified around the entire alleyway, a testament to Wang Jianʼs formidable power. Dong Aigou slammed against the barrier, a frustrated roar escaping his lips.

”Leaving the party so soon?” Wang Jian chuckled, his amusement tinged with a hint of cruelty. ”No, no, Dong Aigou. You see, I find your little brawl rather… stimulating. And frankly, the entertainment value would significantly decrease with your absence. So, letʼs resume this little game, shall we?”

Dong Aigou gritted his teeth, a mixture of fear and indignation churning in his gut. This level of control, this sheer power… Wang Jian was far more formidable than he initially perceived.

Glaring at Feng Xiaoyu, a desperate plea formed on his lips. ”Xiaoyu,” he rasped, ”truce! We can handle our internal matters later. Letʼs join forces against this… this tyrant!”

Feng Xiaoyu weighed her options. Joining forces with Dong Aigou sounded like jumping from the frying pan into the fire. She cast a fleeting glance at Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin, their elegant features betraying no hint of their intentions. It made her wonder that could she really fight against Wang Jian who was supported by these two experts?

The answer, it seemed, was a resounding no. With a steely resolve, she turned back to Dong Aigou, ignoring his pleas. Instead, she launched into a flurry of attacks, a desperate bid to subdue him before Wang Jian decided to intervene.

A ʼShadow Serpent Scrollʼ unfurled from its container, unleashing a torrent of shadowy serpents that lunged at Dong Aigou. He countered with a technique dubbed ʼLunar Shield of Conviction,ʼ a spectral barrier shimmering with moonlight energy, deflecting the shadowy assault.

Feng Xiaoyu, undeterred, followed up with a volley of ʼPiercing Ice Needles,ʼ sharp icicles imbued with potent frost energy. Dong Aigou countered with a technique named ʼEarth Dragonʼs Roar,ʼ a thunderous wave of earth energy that shattered the needles before they could land a hit.

The battle raged on, a whirlwind of talismans, artifacts, and desperate techniques. Feng Xiaoyu unleashed a ʼCrimson Fire Ringʼ that ignited the air with a wave of scorching flames. Dong Aigou countered with ʼLunar Eclipse,ʼ a shroud of darkness that swallowed the flames and plunged the area into momentary shadow.

Meanwhile, Wang Jian watched the spectacle with detached amusement, his arms draped casually around the waists of Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin, who seemed to radiate an aura of barely contained power.

”Quite the show, wouldnʼt you agree, ladies?” Wang Jian remarked, his voice laced with a hint of devilish amusement.

Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin remained enigmatic, their expressions unreadable. But their eyes, shimmering with a potent energy, followed the frantic dance between Feng Xiaoyu and Dong Aigou.

The battle continued, a chaotic ballet of flashing lights and clashing energies. Feng Xiaoyu unleashed a barrage of ʼPiercing Gale Arrows,ʼ wind-infused projectiles that whistled through the air.

Dong Aigou countered with impressive agility, employing a technique called ʼLunar Phantom Steps,ʼ leaving behind illusory phantoms that deflected the arrows while the real Dong Aigou remained untouched.

Frustration gnawed at Feng Xiaoyu. Every attack she threw seemed to find its counter in Dong Aigouʼs arsenal of techniques inherited from the Earth Lunar Devil God. While she managed to stay out of his immediate grasp, her movements grew sluggish, her energy reserves waning with each passing moment.

Yet, with each passing blow she felt the sting of defeat inch closer. Would Wang Jian remain a passive observer? Would her pride force her to remain stubborn and face the consequences?

Her gaze darted towards him, only to be met with a scene that sent a jolt of anger through her. Wang Jian, nestled comfortably amidst the alluring curves of Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin, was a picture of unbridled hedonism. His hands roamed their bodies with practiced ease, eliciting playful moans and laughter. His eyes, devoid of any concern for her plight, were focused solely on his own carnal pleasures.

The harsh reality slammed into Feng Xiaoyu. Begging for his help was the only way out. Swallowing her pride, she opened her mouth to utter the words, but before she could, a chilling scene unfolded before her.

Dong Aigou, fueled by a mixture of battle rage and a surge of possessive jealousy sparked by the sight of Wang Jian caressing his coveted women, unleashed his ultimate technique. Dark energy coalesced around him, forming a monstrous beast with jagged claws and eyes burning like embers. It roared a deafening challenge, the very air crackling with its power - ʼLunar Devilʼs Devouring Mawʼ!

Feng Xiaoyu froze, her blood turning to ice. This attack pulsed with a terrifying essence, its sheer power promising a swift and agonizing end. Fear, primal and raw, ripped through her, obliterating all remnants of pride.

”Wang Jian! Help me!” she screamed, the words tumbling out in a desperate torrent.

From the shadows of amusement, an equally potent aura arose. Wang Jian, his amusement replaced by a cold, predatory glint in his eyes, finally made his move. His outstretched palm radiated with an ethereal light, a stark contrast to the darkness of Dong Aigouʼs attack. With a flick of his wrist, he unleashed a counterattack - ʼHeavenly Dragonʼs Coiling Lightʼ!

A blinding golden dragon, formed from pure divine energy, materialized from Wang Jianʼs palm. It soared with a defiant roar, clashing head-on with the ravenous ʼLunar Devilʼs Devouring Mawʼ. The resulting collision sent shockwaves rippling through the alleyway, dust swirling and bricks crumbling under the sheer force.

The golden dragon, empowered by Wang Jianʼs immense cultivation, proved superior. It surged forward, pushing back the demonic beast and shattering it into fragments of darkness. The remnants dissipated harmlessly before they could reach Feng Xiaoyu.

Dong Aigou, the full force of Wang Jianʼs attack crashing into him, stumbled back, his face contorted in pain and disbelief. The aura of invincibility he possessed moments ago had vanished, replaced by a vulnerability he hadnʼt anticipated.

”Get out of my sight,” Wang Jian stated coldly, his voice dripping with a disdain that sent shivers down Feng Xiaoyuʼs spine. ”Youʼve proven yourself utterly disappointing.”

Without another word, Dong Aigou vanished into the night, leaving behind a trail of despair and a stinging reminder of his own shortcomings.

An eerie silence descended upon the alleyway, broken only by the ragged breaths of Feng Xiaoyu, Yin Lian, Mu Xuanyin, and Wang Jian.

With a chillingly depraved grin spreading across his face, Wang Jian strode towards Feng Xiaoyu, his eyes glinting with a carnal hunger.

He scooped up her disheveled form effortlessly, his touch sending a jolt of mingled fear and a strange anticipation through her.

”Well, well, well,” he chuckled, his voice laced with a suggestive undertone. ”Looks like someone needs a good nightʼs rest. And perhaps, a little… companionship.”

He swept out of the alleyway, Yin Lian and Mu Xuanyin flanking him like silent guardians.

Feng Xiaoyu, her body cradled in his powerful arms, felt a new kind of fear blossoming within her. The potent display of power she witnessed had left a clear message – defying Wang Jian would be a foolʼs errand.

Her mind, however, couldnʼt help but dwell on the image of the majestic golden dragon, a testament to his unimaginable strength.

It was unsettling, exhilarating, and perhaps, a strange sense of security amidst the chaos.