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

At this moment, night has fallen, and the moonlight shines on the city thousands of miles away, covering it with a layer of mysterious silver gauze.

This city once belonged to the foreign country of the ancient Wanshou Kingdom, but now it has become the territory of the Protector of the Country King and the coalition forces of the other two countries.

Every corner of the city is filled with the breath of war, as if telling the story of past glory and present decline.

In the center of the city, a towering palace rose from the ground. It was obviously built in a hurry, but its luxury was no less.

The decorations in the palace were magnificent, showing the aura of a king. However, at this moment, the palace was shrouded in a solemn atmosphere.

On the ground, the bodies of several graceful dancers were lying in disorder, their faces still showing the fear and pain they had experienced in life.

Obviously, they suffered inhuman torture in the last moments of their lives.

Their clothes were disheveled and the scars on their bodies were horrifying, as if silently accusing the atrocity.

The monarch of the Protectorate and the monarchs of the other two countries were all standing in a corner of the palace with their heads bowed.

Their faces were filled with fear and anxiety, as if they had a premonition of an impending disaster.

From time to time, their eyes looked up at the top of the palace, where there was a huge bed with a figure lying on it.

A low and angry voice slowly sounded from the bed.

Every word and every sentence seemed to carry endless anger, making the entire palace tremble.

The owner of the voice was obviously experiencing great anger and pain, and his rage seemed to devour the entire palace.

In this atmosphere filled with tension and fear, everyone in the palace held their breath, fearing that a single carelessness would bring about an even greater disaster.

The figure on the bed seemed to have become the focus of the entire palace. His anger and pain were constantly spreading, making the entire city tremble.

"Under the mighty force of the two million coalition forces, you were defeated so miserably! Your army, which is said to be invincible, can't even conquer a small ancient country like Wanshou. This is simply a huge insult to our entire power!"

The man on the bed's voice rolled out like thunder, filled with endless anger and coldness.

His eyes were blazing with such fury that it seemed as if they were about to set the whole room on fire.

He clenched his fists, veins bulging, and it was obvious that he was trying hard to control his anger.

"Without Wan Yun'er, how can I give birth to a child? How can I inherit this supreme name in the future?" The man's voice was filled with endless sadness and despair, as if the whole world had collapsed.

He was a person that everyone looked up to, but because of a failed war, he fell into an unprecedented predicament.

What he needs is not just a victory, but also a woman who can help him give birth to a child - Wan Yuner.

However, now everything was in vain. His anger and despair intertwined together to form a terrible aura that filled the entire room with an oppressive atmosphere.

The French monarch and others all bowed their heads slightly and kept silent. They knew that they could not predict the mood of this great man. They could only silently endure the endless anger and blame.

These powerful people in the Transformation Realm were usually high and mighty. But at this moment, they could only interview Qingbai and grit their teeth secretly. They knew that they had no reason to refute the words of this great man. After all, they did not complete the task he assigned.

The whole room fell into a dead silence, with only the man's roar echoing. His anger seemed to tear the entire space apart, making it impossible to breathe.

However, at this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried footsteps outside the door, and a soldier in armor ran in hurriedly, his face full of fear.

"Report!" A quick shout broke the quiet night sky. A soldier fell to his knees, trembling all over, his face as pale as paper, obviously frightened. His voice was full of fear and tension, as if something terrible was about to happen.

"There's news from the Wanshou Ancient Kingdom... There's news from the Wanshou Ancient Kingdom!" The soldier's voice was trembling, and every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth.

"Speak!" A man on the bed sat up suddenly, staring at the soldier kneeling on the ground with a sharp gaze. His face was gloomy, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth, as if he had foreseen something bad.

"Kong... Kong Lingyu said..." the soldier stammered, obviously intimidated by the other party's power.

"What?" the man demanded through gritted teeth, his tone revealing strong impatience and anger.

"He... he said... if you don't leave, he will bring his army and kill us." The soldier finally finished his words, but his voice became lower and lower, as if he was afraid of angering the man on the bed.

Hearing this, the man on the bed almost laughed in anger. He slowly stood up, his eyes flashing with a cold light, as if he wanted to pierce through the soldier in front of him.

"Interesting, interesting." He muttered to himself, with a mocking smile on his face, "He is just a descendant of Confucianism, but he is so arrogant."

The man walked to the window, opened it, and looked at the dark night sky in the distance. There was a firm light in his eyes, as if he had made up his mind.

"Since Kong Lingyu likes to meddle in other people's affairs so much, let him pay the price." He said coldly, his voice revealing endless murderous intent and determination.

As his words fell, the whole room seemed to be enveloped in a solemn atmosphere. The soldiers knelt on the ground, not daring to breathe, fearing that they would become the next target of this furious man.

The next moment, the curtains on the bed were suddenly lifted by a strong airflow, as if torn apart by an invisible force.

As the curtains fluttered, a figure slowly stood up from the bed. He was tall, with well-defined muscles, and exuded a majesty that should not be underestimated.

His face was resolute and his eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he could see into people's hearts, making people dare not look directly at him.

He took a deep breath and said, "Although Confucianism is extremely prosperous, it cannot cover the sky with one hand. No matter how powerful they are, they will eventually reach their limit."

His words revealed an unquestionable determination and firm belief, which made people feel awe.

"I don't believe this."

He spoke in a deep voice, every word seemed to be squeezed out from between his teeth, full of power and determination.

There was a cold light flashing in his eyes, as if he wanted to destroy all obstacles that stood in his way.

"Pass the order and organize the army. I will go there in three days. Let's see if that Confucian descendant dares to disrespect me!"

His words were full of arrogance and confidence, as if in his eyes, no one could stop him.

The Lord of the Protectorate stood aside and frowned after hearing his words. He knew the power of Confucianism in the court and was also aware of Kong Lingyu's identity and status.

He hesitated for a moment, but still tried to persuade her: "Sir, Kong Lingyu is Wan Yun'er's biological brother. If we do this, will it cause dissatisfaction and backlash from the Confucian school?"

Hearing this, the tall man frowned, and a hint of displeasure flashed in his eyes. He turned his head and stared coldly at the Protectorate's monarch, and said in a cold tone: "Are you questioning my decision?"

The Protectorate's monarch was startled by his cold gaze, and quickly lowered his head and said respectfully, "I dare not, sir. I am just worried that it will cause unnecessary trouble."

"Hmph, trouble?" The tall man sneered and said, "In this world, strength is the only way to solve trouble. As long as we have enough strength, any trouble is not a problem."

His words were full of confidence and domineering, which made the Protectorate King dare not say anything more. He could only lower his head silently and wait for the next instruction from the tall man.

The tall man took another deep breath, his eyes flashing with a sharp light.