Villain: Manipulating the Heroines into hating the Protagonist Chapter 170 Wang Jian's Conditions For Hong Meilin

Wang Jian's faction swiftly sprang into action, with everyone, except for the Xie Family, charging at the demons with determined resolve.

The church followers, caught off guard by the sudden arrival of such a formidable human force, were montarily startled. Yet, a glimr of hope flickered in their eyes, their expressions transforming from despair to a cautious optimism.

"Look! Wang Jian's faction has joined the fray!" exclaid one church mber, astonishnt coloring his voice.

"They're fighting against the demons! We might stand a chance now!" another church mber cried out, a sense of relief and gratitude palpable in her tone.

The clash between the humans and demons intensified, and the tide of the battle began to shift. The overwhelming numbers and ferocity of the demons were being t with fierce resistance, their advantage gradually dwindling.

"We've been outnumbered for so long, but now we have reinforcents! We can turn the tide!" a battle-weary church mber exclaid, his voice tinged with newfound hope.

"Finally, we have allies in this fight! Together, we can overco this onslaught!" a determined church mber shouted, his words carrying a sense of unity and solidarity.

As Wang Jian's faction engaged the demons, their concerted efforts greatly alleviated the pressure on the church mbers, allowing them to regroup and fortify their positions.

"Stay strong! We're not alone anymore! With their help, victory is within our reach!" a church mber encouraged, her voice resonating with renewed determination.

The demons, once confident in their overwhelming advantage, now faced an adversary that matched their strength.

The battle that was once heavily skewed in the demons' favor had beco a more even contest, igniting a flicker of hope in the hearts of the church mbers.

In the midst of the chaos, Hong ilin felt a surge of surprise as the demons encircling her suddenly ignited in a blazing crimson inferno.

Startled, she turned her head in the direction of the source, only to be t with the sight of Wang Jian striding toward her, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

Hong ilin's heart skipped a beat as she locked eyes with him, a mixture of caution and curiosity flickering across her expression.

Even the demon with opalescent skin, engaged in his own intense battle, sensed the shift in energy and diverted his attention toward Wang Jian's approach. Recognizing the threat, he swiftly maneuvered through the chaos, making his way towards Hong ilin's side.

Wang Jian halted a few feet away from Hong ilin, his gaze fixed on her with a mix of amusent and admiration. "Well, well, look who's caught in the midst of this chaos," he remarked, his voice laced with playful banter.

Hong ilin raised an eyebrow, her voice laced with a touch of skepticism. "I suppose you're here to save the day?"

Wang Jian chuckled, a glimr of mischief dancing in his eyes. "Let's just say I couldn't resist the opportunity to lend a helping hand to you."

The demon with opalescent skin, emanating a commanding and enigmatic aura, drew nearer, his voice resonating with a deep, rumbling intensity. "You are courting death, human!"

Wang Jian rolled his eyes, a trace of amusent in his voice. "Well, I wouldn't be here if I were afraid of a little danger."

Unwilling to engage in further banter, Wang Jian unleashed his Beam of Destruction, a torrent of fiery energy infused with the intricate Laws of Flas.

The demon, sensing the perilous nature of the flas, swiftly evaded the attack, demonstrating its shocking agility and flexibility.

Seizing the opportunity, the demon retaliated with massive tidal waves, threatening to engulf Wang Jian and Hong ilin in their crushing force.

Noticing the impending danger, Wang Jian whispered urgently, "If you want to survive, take my hand." He extended his hand towards her, bracing himself for a powerful leap.

Hong ilin hesitated, torn between her principles and the imminent threat before her. She had never allowed a man to touch even her pinky finger, yet the gravity of the situation compelled her to instinctively grasp Wang Jian's outstretched hand—a fleeting mont of vulnerability in the face of survival.

A mischievous grin spread across Wang Jian's face as he propelled himself with remarkable strength, leaping with agility and evading the approaching tsunami with precision and finesse.

Hong ilin's heart danced with a mix of excitent and relief as she gracefully dodged the destructive force of the tsunami. Her eyes widened with awe as she witnessed the imnse power of the tsunami crashing into the surrounding trees, crushing them with an earth-shattering force.

Her breath caught in her throat, realizing the narrow escape she had just experienced. Gratitude welled within her as she cast a glance towards Wang Jian, her voice filled with genuine appreciation. "Thank you, Your Highness Jian. You saved from certain doom."

Amidst the chaos, the two bishops seized the opportunity and unleashed a barrage of Hundreds of Light Arrows, their luminous projectiles aiming for the vulnerable back of the opalescent-skinned demon.

To their dismay, the light arrows struck an invisible aqua barrier that shimred into view only after their impact, protecting the demon from harm.

The demon turned towards the bishops, his voice dripping with disdain. "You think you can kill , Aiden, one of the Might Protectors of the Oceanic Tempest Storm Devil Lineage? Prepare to witness the true extent of my power!"

The bishops exchanged a glance, their determination unyielding. One of them, a seasoned warrior, retorted with unwavering resolve, "We will not be deterred by your empty boasts, Aiden. Our faith in the Divine Light shall guide us to victory."

The demon's lips curled into a wicked grin as he summoned his elental forces, preparing to unleash a devastating counterattack.

As the tumultuous battle between the demon nad Aiden and the courageous bishops unfolded, Wang Jian found himself engrossed in a conversation with Hong ilin, the esteed Saintess of the Church. A mischievous grin played upon Wang Jian's face as he contemplated his next move.

"This demon possesses considerable strength," Wang Jian remarked, his voice laced with intrigue. "I wonder if I should personally engage in combat."

Hong ilin turned her gaze towards him, unable to resist the allure of his words. Curiosity brimming in her eyes, she queried, "...While the demon may indeed be powerful, it cannot possibly withstand the combined assault of three King Realm experts. As it battles against the two bishops, the demon is already stretched thin. If Your Highness were to join the fray, we would undoubtedly secure victory."

Wang Jian shook his head slightly, his smirk widening. "Ah, my dear ilin, it's not as straightforward as that. Although the bishops have valiantly kept the demon preoccupied, their injuries are grave, and their martial prowess diminishes with each passing mont. This is precisely why the demon could launch such a devastating attack against you, unperturbed by the bishops' retaliation."

He further added with a smile, "This demon also has a powerful regeneration technique that has allowed it to maintain its peak state during the entire battle. I assu that it won't be long before both the bishops are slaughtered."

Hong ilin's startled expression betrayed her disbelief. "W-What? That can't be true!"

As her eyes surveyed the battlefield, her worst fears were confird. The bishops' bodies were marred by nurous wounds, while Aiden, the demon, appeared virtually unscathed.

Suddenly, a realization dawned upon her, and she turned towards Wang Jian with a glimr of understanding. "...Wait... If this demon is as terrifying as you say, why do you remain here, Your Highness?"

A sense of confidence emanated from Wang Jian as he responded calmly, his voice laced with assurance. "Because, my dear ilin, I possess the unwavering belief that I can overco this formidable foe."

Hong ilin's desperation surfaced as she implored him, her voice filled with earnestness. "Please, Your Highness, engage the demon and save our bishops!"

Wang Jian's gaze fixed upon her, his smirk intensifying. Flas surged around them, reducing the oncoming horde of demons to re ashes.

In a mischievous tone, he spoke, "Naturally, I shall confront this demon. However, my dear ilin, why should I risk my life to save the bishops? Their injuries will only serve to weaken the demon further, making my own battle considerably easier. So, what compels to jeopardize myself for the sake of the Church's mbers?"

Caught off guard by his audacious proposition, Hong ilin struggled to find a response.

After a montary pause, she replied with a glimr of hope, "Your Highness, the Church will undoubtedly be eternally grateful for your assistance. We possess an abundance of rare herbs, artifacts, and resources that might genuinely pique your interest."

Wang Jian rolled his eyes, his disdain evident. "Such trivial offerings hold no sway over . In fact, the items within the Church that might tempt lie far beyond your capacity to procure. The Pope would never willingly part with them, even at your request."

As Hong ilin's mind delved into deep contemplation, Wang Jian fixed his gaze upon her, a devious smile playing upon his lips.

"...However, there is one thing that captures my interest, and that is you. Should you grant a passionate kiss, my motivation to save the bishops might be kindled."

The shock was palpable in Hong ilin's response as she stamred, clearly taken aback. "W-What? I am the Saintess of the Church. I am not permitted to engage in such actions with anyone."

A hint of disappointnt laced Wang Jian's voice as he replied, "Ah, what a pity. In that case, I suppose I shall take my leave. The demon will be unable to pursue us if we depart now. May luck be with the bishops."

With a mischievous smirk, Wang Jian understood the common thread among heroines—their willingness to sacrifice that which is most precious to them in order to protect their comrades.

And as expected, Hong ilin succumbed to the weight of her duty, responding, "...Very well, I agree. Now, I implore you, go forth and save them."

Seizing the opportune mont, Wang Jian's depraved nature surfaced, concealed beneath a charismatic facade. His voice assud a calm and asured tone as he asserted, "However, I require an advance paynt before embarking on such a perilous undertaking."

As if summoned by his command, a swirling vortex of searing flas materialized around them, shrouding them from prying eyes and ensuring their privacy within its fiery embrace.