Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

662  Lu Rong'er Humiliates Huang Zhi Again

Wang Jian stood tall amidst the chaotic battlefield, his mind whirling with strategies to ensure a safe retreat for his allies. The clash between the cosmic forces had reached a critical juncture, and he knew that continuing the fight would only lead to their downfall. He quickly issued orders, his voice calm and authoritative.

"Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan," Wang Jian's voice echoed telepathically in Cui Lan's mind, "order the elders and disciples of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion to retreat. We cannot afford further losses."

Cui Lan, a stunning beauty with a commanding presence, nodded firmly. "Understood, Lord Wang Jian." She turned to the assembled members of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion, her voice carrying authority and urgency. "All elders and disciples, prepare for immediate retreat! We must return to the Eastern Cosmos without delay."

The elders and disciples, many of whom were stunningly beautiful women, moved with practiced precision. Despite the urgency, they maintained a calm and collected demeanor, demonstrating their training and discipline. Waves of attacks were unleashed at their enemies to cover their retreat, powerful techniques shimmering in the cosmic void as they began to open spatial tunnels.

Simultaneously, Wang Jian sent a telepathic command to Celestial Maiden Yuqing and Lu Rong'er. "Yuqing, Rong'er, order the angels to retreat as well. We need to regroup and recover our strength."

Celestial Maiden Yuqing, her radiant aura a beacon of hope, nodded gracefully. "As you command, Wang Jian." She turned to the gathered angels, her voice soothing and commanding. "Angels, retreat to the Eastern Cosmos. We must ensure our survival to fight another day."

Lu Rong'er, her silver hair glimmering like moonlight, echoed the command. "All angels, prepare for retreat! Move swiftly and stay vigilant!"

The beautiful angels, their ethereal forms shimmering with divine light, began their orderly retreat. They unleashed waves of purifying energy to fend off any pursuing attacks, their movements synchronized and graceful. Spatial tunnels shimmered into existence, leading them back to the safety of the Eastern Cosmos.

Wang Jian then focused his mind on Huang Zhi, his voice resonating in Huang Zhi's thoughts. "Huang Zhi, we need to retreat. Order the Devil Race to withdraw immediately. We cannot win this battle with Dong Zhuo and his allies reinforcing Jiang Chen."

Huang Zhi's jaw clenched in frustration, his pride wounded. "I don't want to admit defeat, but you're right, Wang Jian." He turned to the Devil Race warriors, his voice a mix of anger and determination. "Devil Race, retreat! We will fight another day."

Mo Yin, a darkly seductive beauty and Huang Zhi's second wife, moved with swift efficiency, aiding the Devil Race in their retreat. "Everyone, move quickly! We must return to our territory and regroup."

The Devil Race warriors, their forms cloaked in shadows and infernal flames, unleashed a barrage of dark energy to cover their retreat. Spatial tunnels opened, and they moved through them with practiced precision, their retreat methodical and efficient.

Despite their efforts, Dong Zhuo and his forces were relentless. Dong Zhuo, his draconic form radiating power, roared in frustration. "Do not let them escape! Capture the angels and the beauties of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion!"

Dong Zhuo's father, Dong Zhi, unleashed waves of corrosive energy, aiming to capture or incapacitate the retreating forces. "We must not let them slip through our fingers!"

However, Wang Jian's forces were well-prepared. Their retreat was a testament to their strategic foresight, their movements coordinated and efficient. Even as Dong Zhuo's forces attempted to close in, they found themselves thwarted by the relentless counterattacks and the strategic use of spatial tunnels. The beauties of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion and the angels of the Angel Race slipped through their grasp, retreating to the safety of the Eastern Cosmos.

Jiang Chen, his eyes blazing with fury, watched as his enemies retreated. "We should pursue them and finish this!" he snarled.

But a voice of caution tempered his anger. "No," Jiang Chen said, his tone measured. "They may have traps waiting for us. Let them go for now. We need to recover and strengthen our position." Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Back in the Eastern Cosmos, Wang Jian and his allies emerged in a random galaxy, their retreat successful. The battlefield was now a distant memory, replaced by the serene expanse of stars and planets.

Huang Zhi let out a loud shout, his frustration echoing through the empty space. "Damn it all! I still wasn't strong enough to kill Jiang Chen!"

Wang Jian ignored Huang Zhi's outburst, his focus on assessing their situation. He turned to Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan. "Cui Lan, report the status of our casualties."

Pavilion Mistress Cui Lan bowed slightly, her expression serious. "We suffered some losses, Lord Wang Jian. A few disciples have died, but the majority of our wounded can be healed with the Angel Race's techniques."

Wang Jian nodded, then addressed Celestial Maiden Yuqing and Lu Rong'er. "What about the angels?"

Celestial Maiden Yuqing, her radiant aura still shimmering with power, replied, "We lost several lower-ranked angels, but no higher-ranked angels were killed. They are currently recovering from their injuries and will soon be able to aid in healing the wounded."

Lu Rong'er added, her voice soft but resolute, "The angels will do everything they can to help our allies recover."

As they discussed their next steps, Huang Zhi approached, his expression a mix of anger and desperation. "Lu Rong'er," he called out, his voice filled with a complex blend of emotions.

Lu Rong'er turned to face him, her eyes cold and distant. "What do you want, Huang Zhi?"

Huang Zhi hesitated, then spoke with a pleading tone. "Rong'er, will you really never come back to me? The only reason I absorbed a bit of your Divine Spark's energy was because I was worried. If you awakened your full potential, you might strain yourself for the Angel Race and harm yourself. I wanted to prevent that."

Lu Rong'er snorted, her expression one of disdain. "Those are sorry excuses for a man whose scheme has been discovered. This is the first time I've heard someone so righteously defend their act of stealing someone else's energy. You truly are suited for the Devil Race."

Huang Zhi's face twisted with anger and regret. "Rong'er, please—"

But Lu Rong'er cut him off. "I should kill you right now," she said, her voice filled with venom. "The only reason I haven't is because Wang Jian asked me to forget my grudge and help you."

Huang Zhi felt a crushing sense of defeat as he saw the way Lu Rong'er looked at Wang Jian. The pure love in her eyes was something he had never seen, not even when they were married. His jealousy and anger towards Wang Jian grew, but he knew he could do nothing. Wang Jian was his ally in the fight against Jiang Chen, the man who had defiled and violated Mo Yin's close relatives.

Unbeknownst to Huang Zhi, Mo Yin, his second wife, was also one of Wang Jian's sex slaves. As Huang Zhi stood there, Mo Yin slyly winked at Wang Jian, a secret communication that only he noticed. She was telling him that she would wait for him in her chamber tonight.

The forces of Wang Jian and Huang Zhi retreated to their respective bases. The beautiful disciples and elders of the Heavenly Jade Pavilion returned to their Starry Expanse, accompanied by the angels led by Lu Rong'er and Celestial Maiden Yuqing. Wang Jian returned to the Astral Jade City, while Huang Zhi and the Devil Race led by Mo Yin retreated to a star suited for the Devil Race in a nearby galaxy.

As Huang Zhi cultivated to recover his lost energy, Wang Jian opened a spatial tunnel right in Mo Yin's chamber. The seductive beauty welcomed him with a sly smile, her eyes gleaming with desire.

"Master," Mo Yin purred, her voice dripping with seduction, "I've been waiting for you."

Wang Jian stepped through the spatial tunnel, his eyes raking over her voluptuous form. "Mo Yin, you never disappoint."

Mo Yin's body moved with a seductive grace as she approached Wang Jian, her hands gliding over his chest. "I live to please you, Master."

Their lips met in a passionate kiss, and Mo Yin's body pressed against his, her curves molding to his form. "Tonight, I will make you forget all the battles and frustrations," she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

Wang Jian's hands roamed over her body, exploring every inch of her soft, yielding flesh. "Show me what you can do, Mo Yin."

Mo Yin's eyes sparkled with mischief as she led Wang Jian to her lavish bed. "As you wish, Master."

Their bodies entwined, and Mo Yin used her seductive skills to please Wang Jian in every way possible. Her movements were a tantalizing dance of pleasure, her moans a symphony of desire. She worshipped him with her body, her every touch and kiss designed to drive him wild with lust.

Wang Jian reveled in the sensation, his mind and body consumed by the pleasure Mo Yin bestowed upon him. Her beauty and skill were unparalleled, and she used every ounce of her seductive prowess to bring him to the peak of ecstasy.

Hours passed in a haze of passion and desire, and when it was over, Mo Yin lay beside Wang Jian, her body glowing with satisfaction. "Thank you, Master," she murmured, her voice filled with contentment.

Wang Jian looked down at her, a satisfied smile playing on his lips. "You were perfect, Mo Yin."