Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist

Chapter 690: Completely Suppressing All Four Protagonists

Wang Jian's smirk widened. "Oh, but it is over. I've taken everything from you—your armies, your allies, your power. Look around you. You stand alone in the ruins of your ambitions."

Jiang Chen, struggling to maintain his composure, spat back, "You underestimate us, Wang Jian. You may have won this battle, but we will rise again."

"Rise again?" Wang Jian repeated with a mocking chuckle. "From what? The ashes of your failure? The only reason you still draw breath is because I find it amusing to watch you struggle. Killing you now would be too easy-where's the fun in that?"

Huang Zhi, his handsome face twisted in fury and humiliation, shouted, "Is that why you haven't killed us? Because you pity us?!" His voice was hoarse with rage, and his eyes glinted with the madness of someone who had lost everything.

Wang Jian's expression turned cold as he regarded Huang Zhi. "Pity? No, Huang Zhi. I don't pity you. I despise you. I leave you alive not because of any sense of mercy, but because you are beneath me. Ending your life now would be doing you a favor. No, I want you to live-to live and know that I have taken everything from you. I want you to feel the weight of your failures every single day." freёweɓnovel.com

The words cut through the men like knives. They stood there, defeated, humiliated, and powerless, as Wang Jian looked down upon them like a god watching over ants.

With a final smirk, Wang Jian turned his back to them, his mistresses following close behind, their bodies still pressed against him in a display of their complete submission. "Enjoy what remains of your miserable lives," he called over his shoulder. "I'll be watching from above, amused by your futile attempts to rebuild."

The massive battleship began to ascend into the sky, its engines humming as it prepared to leave the area. The four men stood there, watching as Wang Jian disappeared from view, their hearts burning with a mixture of anger, shame, and a bitter sense of helplessness.

Back aboard the battleship, Wang Jian was greeted by the soft laughter and adoring whispers of his mistresses. They clung to him, their bodies soft and yielding as they pressed against his broad chest and muscular arms.

Yun Qianying slid her hands down his chest, her voice a sultry whisper. "You handled them perfectly, Master. They will never be able to rise against you again."

Mo Yin, her dark eyes glinting with desire, wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her large breasts against him as she leaned in close. "You have them right where you want them... helpless and broken."

Qing Fenghua smiled seductively as she caressed his arm, her fingers tracing the hard lines of his muscles. "Now that they know their place, they will never challenge you again."

Wang Jian grinned as he let his hands roam over the voluptuous bodies of his mistresses, feeling their warmth and devotion in every touch. They were his, body and soul, and they reveled in his power and dominance.

As they moved deeper into the private chambers of the ship, the atmosphere grew more intimate. Wang Jian's hands wandered freely, caressing the soft curves of Yun Qianying's body, tracing the shape of Mo Yin's full breasts, and pulling Qing Fenghua closer until she was pressed tightly against him. Their moans filled the air as they surrendered completely to his touch.

But beneath the passion and pleasure, Wang Jian's mind remained sharp and focused. He knew why he had left Yun Tian and the others alive. It wasn't just because of his disdain for them-it was because he had sensed the power of their destinies.

Despite everything he had done to destroy their factions and humiliate them, each of them still possessed half of their destiny. Wang Jian understood the significance of this. Their fates were intertwined with something greater, something that could not be easily severed.

If he had attempted to kill them now, while their destinies still clung to them, the outcome could have been disastrous-even for him.

The remnants of the four defeated factions-led by Yun Tian, Huang Zhi, Dong Zhuo, and Jiang Chen-had retreated to a secluded valley far from the battlefield where they had suffered their most humiliating defeat. Each of them was nursing wounds, not just physical, but psychological. Their armies had been decimated, their allies had betrayed them, and the man they had underestimated-Wang Jian-had left them alive, not out of mercy, but out of sheer disdain.

The four men, each once a proud ruler of their respective cosmoses, sat in a makeshift camp around a dying fire. The crackling of the flames was the only sound that punctuated the heavy silence between them. Their eyes were hollow, their faces gaunt with exhaustion and the bitter sting of defeat.

Yun Tian, belonging to the Western Cosmos, was the first to break the silence. His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, as if speaking too loudly might shatter the fragile remnants of his pride. "He left us alive... because he pities us." His blue eyes, once filled with the confidence of a king, were now clouded with doubt and anger. "That bastard didn't see us as a threat. He saw us as insects-beneath him."

Huang Zhi, the ruler of the Northern Cosmos, clenched his fists so tightly that his knuckles turned white. His once handsome face, now marred by the lines of worry and anger, twisted in frustration. "We were the strongest in our cosmoses," he growled, his voice thick with rage. "And yet, even combined, we couldn't defeat him. What does that make us now? Pathetic. Weak."

Dong Zhuo, the leader of the Southern Cosmos, stared into the dying embers of the fire, his eyes reflecting the flames that had once burned so fiercely within him. "My men... slaughtered because of that treacherous witch Qing Fenghua. How could I have been so blind? Wang Jian played us all-like puppets on a string."

Jiang Chen, the Eastern Cosmos's proudest warrior, sat with his back against a rock, the deep wound on his chest still throbbing with pain. But it was the pain in his heart that troubled him more. "Cui Lan... I trusted her, believed in her, and she turned on me without hesitation." His voice trembled with a mixture of disbelief and sorrow. "We've lost everything—our armies, our allies, even our dignity."

A heavy silence settled over them once more as they each grappled with the reality of their situation. It was Huang Zhi who finally spoke again, his voice trembling with the weight of his realization. "He left us alive because... he knew we couldn't challenge him anymore. He left us to wallow in our failure, knowing that we would never be able to rise against him."

Yun Tian, still seething with anger, nodded slowly. "He knew that our spirits would be broken. That we would be too consumed by our own shame and self-doubt to ever pose a threat to him again."

But Dong Zhuo's eyes, though still haunted, began to harden with a steely resolve. "No. We can't let him win. We may have been defeated, but we're not dead yet. He may pity us now, but we have something he didn't count on."

The other three men looked at Dong Zhuo, their expressions filled with curiosity and a glimmer of hope.

"We have our Godking legacies," Dong Zhuo continued, his voice growing stronger with each word. "The legacies passed down to us from the ancient times, the true power of our cosmoses. We've been holding back, trying to consolidate our power, but now... now we have

nothing left to lose."

Yun Tian's eyes widened as he realized what Dong Zhuo was suggesting. "The Godking legacies... if we fully embrace them, we might be able to unlock the true potential of our powers. We might be able to ascend to the level of True Gods."

Huang Zhi, his anger now tempered by a cold, calculating determination, nodded in agreement. "We've been playing by Wang Jian's rules, but it's time we start playing by our own. If we can fully master our Godking legacies, we might be able to not only match Wang Jian's power but surpass it."

Jiang Chen, his face still pale but his eyes now burning with a renewed fire, clenched his fists. "We need to do more than just master our legacies. We need to unite our forces once again, rebuild what we've lost, and strike back at Wang Jian with everything we have."

The four men sat in silence for a moment, each of them lost in their own thoughts as they considered the monumental task ahead of them. But the despair that had weighed so heavily on them before began to lift, replaced by a grim determination. They had been brought low by Wang Jian, but they were not defeated. Not yet.

"We will take revenge," Yun Tian said, his voice filled with conviction. "We will make him pay for what he's done to us, to our people. We will reclaim our honor, our power, and... our

wives."

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