Villain: Take care of my wife and junior sister, win the heroine and I will be invincible

In just a moment, the monarch of the Wanshou Ancient Country seemed to have fallen from heaven to hell. His originally majestic battle robe was now stained with blood. He stared with wide eyes at the cold and ruthless monarch in front of him, his heart filled with fear and despair.

The army of the ancient Wanshou Kingdom, once invincible, now lay scattered on the battlefield like fallen leaves swept by the wind. Those once brave and fearless generals fell one by one in a pool of blood, their lives extinguished like fragile candle flames under the palms of the monarch who protected the country.

The monarch of the ancient Wanshou Kingdom stood in the wind, his figure looked so lonely and desolate. He watched his soldiers fall one by one, and the despair in his heart surged like a tide. He knew that he could no longer save the defeat of this war.

"Stop, I give up!" The king of the ancient Wanshou Kingdom finally couldn't stand the endless torture, and he shouted this sentence loudly. His voice echoed on the battlefield, filled with endless sorrow and helplessness.

"As long as you don't touch my daughter, you can take all of Wanshou Ancient Country!" The monarch of Wanshou Ancient Country took a deep breath and said this. He was willing to sacrifice everything he had just to protect the safety of his daughter Wan Yun'er.

However, the Protector of the Nation was not moved by this. He looked coldly at the ruler of the Wanshou Ancient Nation, with a cruel smile on his face: "It's ridiculous that Wan Yun'er must serve the Buddha and give birth to a Buddha's son!"

The heart of the Wanshou Ancient Kingdom monarch twitched. He knew that he could no longer change the mind of the Protector of the Country. He could only watch the Protector of the Country approach his daughter step by step.

Wan Yun'er closed her beautiful eyes at this moment, tears slipped from the corners of her eyes, slid across her fair cheeks, and dripped onto the ground. Her heart was filled with fear and helplessness, but she had no way to change her fate.

The Protector of the Nation stretched out a hand, and was about to grab Wan Yun'er in his hand. The Wanshou Ancient Nation's monarch suddenly widened his eyes, and he tried his best to rush over to protect his daughter. However, his body was already trapped by serious injuries and could not move.

At this critical moment, a dazzling light suddenly burst out from Wan Yun'er's body. The Protector of the Nation was repelled by the light, and he looked at Wan Yun'er in surprise, not knowing what had happened.

The monarch of the ancient Wanshou Kingdom was also stunned. He looked at the light on his daughter and an inexplicable hope surged in his heart.

Sure enough, at that moment, the whole world seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible giant hand, and all sounds disappeared in an instant. The surroundings fell into a suffocating silence, with only the wind blowing gently, but it could not take away a single sound.

At this moment, a line of poetry wrapped in inky light suddenly crossed the sky, like a giant black dragon, hovering over everyone's heads.

It is swift and violent, sweeping over like a storm, making it impossible to avoid.

The poems contain endless ink and murderous intent, as if they can devour all light and make people feel fearful.

In this silence, a voice filled with anger suddenly sounded, like a thunderclap, shocking people's hearts.

"Lord Protector, you hurt my father and want to take my sister away. Isn't that too much?"

The voice was clear and firm, full of righteousness, as if it could penetrate the clouds and reach the sky.

This sound echoed in the ears of millions of troops, like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone's heart.

Everyone had the answer in their hearts. The angry voice came from the orthodox Confucian scholar, Kong Lingyu.

He had a tall and straight figure, a handsome face, and a Confucian robe that fluttered in the wind, making him look like the God of Literature who had descended to earth.

There was a determination gleam in his eyes, as if he would not back down no matter what difficulties he faced.

The appearance of Kong Lingyu made the already tense atmosphere even more tense.

The face of the Protector of the Law also became solemn. He knew very well that Kong Lingyu's strength should not be underestimated, not to mention that the entire Confucianism was standing behind him.

However, he couldn't just give up on taking Kong Lingyu's sister away, because it was related to whether the Shi family's plan could proceed smoothly.

The Buddhist family's plan failed, Kong Lingyu was fine, but he would definitely die.

For a moment, the world seemed to have fallen into silence again, with only the wind blowing gently, lifting the hem of Kong Lingyu's Confucian robe and the clothes of the protector of the country.

The two people's eyes met in the air, as if they were engaged in a silent contest.

"Brother!" Wan Yun'er's voice was like a string torn by the wind. With a hint of trembling and endless expectation, it penetrated through layers of air and reached Kong Lingyu's ears directly.

The moment she heard the voice, her body began to tremble uncontrollably as if it had been electrocuted.

The hot tears in her eyes rolled down like pearls from a broken string, wetting her pale cheeks.

An indescribable sadness and grievance hit her heart like a torrent.

She seemed to have returned to that helpless moment, facing the indifference and cruelty of the world alone.

She bit her lower lip, trying hard not to let her tears spill out, but the tears in her eyes flowed more and more violently.

"I thought you didn't care about me anymore!"

Wan Yun'er's voice was trembling with a hint of loss. She raised her head and looked at Kong Lingyu, her eyes full of expectation and anxiety.

Kong Lingyu looked at her sister's tear-stained face and felt a pang of pain in her heart.

He reached out his hand and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, his voice gentle but firm: "Silly girl, there is no way I will not want you."

His words were like a warm current that instantly warmed Wan Yuner's heart.

She raised her head and looked into Kong Lingyu's deep eyes, and all the grievances and sadness in her heart seemed to be released.

"Have a good rest. I will vent your anger for you next time."

There was a hint of coldness in Kong Lingyu's voice. He stood up and turned his gaze to the King of Hufa.

There was already a rage in his eyes, an uncontrollable fury burning in his heart, as if it wanted to burn everything to ashes.

He knew that all this was due to the bullying and insults against Wan Yun'er by those shameless people.

He wanted to settle the crimes of those people one by one and let Wan Yun'er regain her dignity and happiness.

Kong Lingyu took a deep breath, suppressed his anger in his heart, and then slowly walked towards the king of Hufa.

Every step was full of strength and determination, as if every step was telling everyone that he, Kong Lingyu, was back and he wanted to seek justice for his sister.

Until Kong Lingyu approached the front of the King of the Protectorate step by step, his expression was no longer as peaceful as when they first met, but like the dark clouds before a storm, so gloomy that water could almost drip out, and a cold and determined light flashed in his black pupils.

He silently recited the old saying in his heart: "Repay evil with kindness, how can you repay kindness?"

He looked around. The army of the ancient Wanshou Kingdom was being ruthlessly slaughtered before his eyes. Blood was flowing on his father's body. His sister's terrified and helpless look deeply hurt his heart.

All of this is because of them - the protectors of the country and the kings, these self-proclaimed justice and guardians of the people of the world, are acting recklessly here and trampling on the dignity and lives of others.

As a descendant of Confucianism, Kong Lingyu has been deeply influenced by Confucianism since childhood. He understands the importance of "benevolence" and "forgiveness". However, at this moment, he feels unprecedented anger and murderous intent. He knows that sometimes, tolerance and concession cannot be exchanged for peace and respect, but will make the enemy more unscrupulous.

He took a deep breath, suppressed his anger and murderous intent, then raised his head and stared at the Protector of the Country in front of him. He knew that he couldn't just sit there and do nothing, he had to use his own way to protect the dignity and rights of himself and his family.

"Since you attacked first, killed the army of our Wanshou Ancient Country, injured my father, and bullied my sister like this,"

Kong Lingyu's voice was low and firm, and every word seemed to carry a tremendous amount of power.

"Then don't blame me, Kong Lingyu, for being rude!"

As his voice fell, a strong aura emanated from him, as if an invisible force was gathering around him. He knew that at this moment, he was no longer the gentle Confucian son, but a warrior fighting for his family and dignity.

The kings who protected the country felt the powerful aura emanating from Kong Lingyu and could not help but panic. They originally thought that Kong Lingyu was just an ordinary Confucian student, but they did not expect that he had such a powerful strength. However, they did not know that Kong Lingyu's strength was far more than that. He had more trump cards and secret weapons waiting to be revealed at the critical moment.

Kong Lingyu approached the Protector of the Nation step by step, his eyes full of determination and resoluteness. He knew that this battle would be an important test in his life, and also an opportunity for him to show his strength and determination. He wanted to use his actions to tell everyone: I, Kong Lingyu, am not easy to bully!