Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 832 Han Chenyi and Jingyi Zhumin Submit to Wang Jian

Wang Jianʼs body began to undergo a dramatic transformation. His silver hair, which had remained perfectly styled throughout the battle, began to darken, turning a striking bluish-black. His once calm green eyes now shifted to a piercing ruby red, the pupils elongating into reptilian slits.

His physique also changed, becoming more defined, more imposing. Muscles rippled beneath his skin, radiating raw power. This was Wang Jianʼs Demonic Dragon Transformation, a form that unleashed the full extent of his devilish and draconic abilities.

ʼFinally,ʼ Wang Jian thought, a predatory grin spreading across his face. ʼTime to get serious. Iʼve been playing around for far too long. This Heavenly Talent needs a proper… lesson.ʼ

The oppressive power radiating from Wang Jian intensified, causing the very fabric of space to tremble. The members of the Radiant Sun Sect, including the elders and disciples, felt a wave of fear wash over them. They had never witnessed such raw, untamed power before.

Feng Xuan, his face pale, stared at Wang Jianʼs transformed figure. He felt a chill run down his spine, a sense of dread creeping into his heart. He knew that this was a different Wang Jian, a far more dangerous opponent than he had faced before.

ʼThis… this is bad,ʼ Feng Xuan thought, his mind reeling. ʼEven with the three treasures, I donʼt know if I can win against him in this form. Heʼs… heʼs too powerful.ʼ

Wang Jian took a step forward, and the very air around him seemed to distort. He then unleashed his power, a torrent of demonic and draconic energy erupting from his body.

Feng Xuan, despite his fear, didnʼt back down. He knew he had to fight, that he had to protect his wives, his sect, his cosmos. He channeled all his remaining energy into the three treasures, preparing to unleash his most powerful attack.

Wang Jian, however, was faster. He vanished, then reappeared behind Feng Xuan, delivering a swift kick to his back. Feng Xuan cried out in pain, stumbling forward.

Before he could recover, Wang Jian was upon him again, unleashing a flurry of attacks, combining demonic energy with draconic strength. Each blow sent Feng Xuan reeling, his body absorbing the devastating impact.

Feng Xuan tried to retaliate, but his attacks were like mere whispers compared to Wang Jianʼs overwhelming power. He swung the Void Cutter, but Wang Jian easily dodged the attack, then grabbed Feng Xuanʼs arm, twisting it violently.

Feng Xuan cried out in pain, the Void Cutter falling from his grasp. He then tried to use the Lunar Tear to manipulate gravity, but Wang Jian simply waved his hand, dispelling the gravitational forces as if they were nothing.

Wang Jian then delivered a powerful punch to Feng Xuanʼs chest, sending him flying backwards. Feng Xuan crashed into a nearby asteroid, the asteroid shattering upon impact.

Feng Xuan struggled to get to his feet, his body battered, his energy depleted. He looked at Wang Jian, his eyes filled with despair. He knew that he had no chance of winning.

ʼThis is it,ʼ he thought, a sense of hopelessness washing over him. ʼIʼve lost. I canʼt… I canʼt beat him.ʼ He, the protagonist of the entire Eastern Cosmos, was being utterly and completely overwhelmed.

Wang Jian, seeing the despair in Feng Xuanʼs eyes, simply smiled. ”Is that all, Feng Xuan?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement. ”I must say, Iʼm rather disappointed. I expected more from the Heavenly Talent.”

He then raised his hand, a dark energy swirling around it. ”Itʼs time to end this,” he said, his voice cold and merciless.

Just as Wang Jian was about to deliver the final blow, a voice echoed through the cosmos. ”Stop!”

Wang Jian paused, turning his head to see Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin flying towards him, their faces filled with determination.

”Donʼt you dare touch him!” Han Chenyu shouted, her voice filled with anger.

Jingyi Zhumin, her eyes filled with tears, pleaded with Wang Jian. ”Please,” she said, her voice trembling. ”Please donʼt hurt him anymore.”

Wang Jian looked at the two women, then back at Feng Xuan, who was lying on the shattered asteroid, his body bruised and battered. He then chuckled, a low, menacing sound.

”Fine,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. ”Iʼll spare him. For now.”

He then turned and vanished, disappearing from the battlefield as quickly as he had appeared.

Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin rushed to Feng Xuanʼs side, their faces filled with worry. They knelt beside him, checking his injuries.

”Xuan,” Han Chenyu said, her voice filled with concern. ”Are you alright?”

Feng Xuan nodded weakly, his eyes filled with despair. He looked at his wives, then at the shattered asteroid, then at the empty space where Wang Jian had been. He couldnʼt believe what had just happened. He, the protagonist of the Eastern Cosmos, had been utterly defeated, humiliated, by a man he couldnʼt even comprehend.

ʼIʼm… Iʼm a failure,ʼ he thought, tears welling up in his eyes. ʼIʼm not strong enough. Iʼm not worthy.ʼ He had been so arrogant, so confident in his own abilities, but now he had been shown his true place in the cosmos. He was nothing compared to Wang Jian. The despair was truly overwhelming.

Wang Jian stood amidst the shattered remnants of asteroids, his gaze fixed on Feng Xuan and his two wives. He had just effortlessly defeated Feng Xuan, even with the combined power of three heavenly treasures, and now, the two women were pleading for their husbandʼs life.

ʼThis is… anticlimactic,ʼ Wang Jian thought, a hint of disappointment in his eyes. ʼI was hoping for a bit more of a challenge. Guess this is what happens when I get serious.ʼ

As he stared at Feng Xuan, lying unconscious on the debris of a shattered asteroid, a faint premonition flickered in his mind. It was a strange feeling, a sense of unease that he hadnʼt experienced in millennia.

ʼIf I kill him,ʼ Wang Jian thought, his brow furrowing slightly, ʼsomething… bad is going to happen. Something really, really bad. Something even I might not be able to handle.ʼ

The feeling was preposterous. He was Wang Jian, the conqueror of four cosmoses, the man who had faced countless powerful foes and emerged victorious. He hadnʼt felt fear, not real fear, in centuries. And yet, this… intuition, this gut feeling, was telling him to stop.

ʼItʼs probably nothing,ʼ he mused, dismissing the feeling. ʼJust a bit of… cosmic indigestion. Still, better safe than sorry. I rarely ignore my instincts.ʼ

He looked at Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin, who were staring at him with a mixture of fear and desperation. He knew what he wanted, what he had planned all along, but this… feeling, this premonition, was making him hesitate.

ʼI could kill him,ʼ he thought, his gaze hardening. ʼIt would be easy. A quick flick of the wrist, and heʼd be gone. But… what if my gut feeling is right? What if something truly terrible happens? Is it worth the risk?ʼ

He decided to play it safe, for now. He would get what he wanted, but he wouldnʼt push things too far. Not yet.

He looked at the two women, a predatory glint in his eyes. ”You want to save your husband?” he said, his voice low and menacing. ”Then youʼll have to submit to me.”

Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin exchanged a look, their faces pale. They knew what he meant. They knew his intentions were far from honorable. But they also knew that he held all the cards. He had the power to kill Feng Xuan, to destroy their sects, to conquer their cosmoses. They had no choice.

”If you refuse,” Wang Jian continued, his voice cold and merciless, ”I will kill your husband. I will slaughter the Radiant Sun Sect. I will obliterate all your allies. You understand?”

The two women nodded slowly, their eyes filled with despair. They knew he wasnʼt bluffing. He had the power to do it all.

They looked at Feng Xuan, lying unconscious on the shattered asteroid, his body bruised and battered. They whispered an apology to him, their voices trembling.

”Forgive us, Xuan,” Han Chenyu whispered, tears welling up in her eyes.

”We have no choice,” Jingyi Zhumin whispered, her voice trembling.

They then turned back to Wang Jian, their faces hardened with resolve. They knew what they had to do. They had to sacrifice their own dignity to save their husband, their sect, their cosmos.

”We agree,” Han Chenyu said, her voice barely above a whisper.

”We submit,” Jingyi Zhumin said, her voice trembling.

They then approached Feng Xuan, their movements swift and decisive. They knew they had to make him unconscious, to prevent him from interfering with their agreement with Wang Jian.

Han Chenyu swiftly struck Feng Xuan at the base of his neck, making him fall unconscious. Jingyi Zhumin then did the same, ensuring that he would remain unconscious for a considerable amount of time.

They then turned back to Wang Jian, their eyes filled with a mixture of anger, resentment, and resignation.

Wang Jian smiled, a predatory gleam in his eyes. ”Good girls,” he said, his voice laced with amusement. He then opened his arms, gesturing towards them. ”Come here.”

Han Chenyu and Jingyi Zhumin hesitated for a moment, then slowly walked towards him. They knew what awaited them, the humiliation, the degradation, but they had made their choice. They had chosen to sacrifice themselves for the sake of their husband and their sects.

Wang Jian pulled them into a tight embrace, his hands reaching around their bodies, squeezing their buttocks. ”Now,” he said, his voice low and seductive, ”letʼs talk about the terms of our agreement.” He then looked at Feng Xuan, lying unconscious on the shattered asteroid. ”He will live,” he said, his voice cold and indifferent. ”As long as he doesnʼt come looking for me. If he does… well, then heʼll die. And so will everyone he cares about.”

He then tightened his grip on the two women, pulling them closer. ”Now,” he said, his voice laced with anticipation, ”letʼs go somewhere more… private. We have a lot to discuss.” He then vanished, taking the two women with him, leaving Feng Xuan unconscious on the shattered asteroid, his fate hanging in the balance.