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

On the bed, the tall man was leaning against the bed, with a sneer of disdain on his face. His tone was arrogant and domineering, as if everything in the world was under his control: "You have to accept this whether you like it or not."

Those words were filled with unquestionable arrogance, as if any rebuttal was futile.

Upon hearing this, the generals from the Wanshou Ancient Kingdom's faces turned red instantly, and anger surged like a tide.

Their eyes widened and their fists clenched, as if they would explode at any moment.

However, faced with the strength of the tall man, they felt powerless to resist and could only grit their teeth and endure it.

At this moment, a voice filled with anger suddenly sounded, exploding in everyone's ears like thunder.

"You let my sister become your concubine, who do you think you are?" The voice was full of anger and unwillingness, as if it wanted to tear the tall man to pieces.

On the city wall, a white figure suddenly appeared. It was Kong Lingyu.

He stepped on the void and took a step forward, and he appeared in front of everyone.

He was dressed in white, with an extraordinary temperament, as if he was a peerless saint. His eyes flashed with a determined light, as if he wanted to completely shatter the tyranny of the tall man.

Kong Lingyu's figure stood between heaven and earth, with a righteous spirit bursting out from him, sweeping over like a torrent.

The momentum was so strong that it seemed that even the sky and the earth would change color. He stared coldly at the tall man, as if he wanted to see through him.

"Who do you think you are? How dare you insult my sister like this!"

Kong Lingyu's voice was cold and firm, as if she wanted to completely suppress the arrogance of the tall man.

He walked towards the tall man step by step, and every step seemed to step on everyone's heart, making people feel his firm determination and powerful momentum.

At this moment, the entire Wanshou Ancient Country seemed to have fallen into silence.

In the silence, a deafening roar suddenly exploded, as if the sky and the earth were collapsing. The city gate burst open in the aftermath of the roar, like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth and swallowing up the surrounding darkness.

Then, from the city gate, four armies poured out like a torrent. They were wearing heavy armor, like iron giants, their horses neighing, their hooves flying, and the dust was everywhere.

The mighty army marched out in formation, their steps firm and powerful, every step seemed to shake the earth.

The millions of soldiers defending France were originally waiting for something, but when they saw this army, they all took a few steps back.

Their eyes were filled with fear and awe, as if they had seen an enemy that they could not defeat.

Three days ago, it was this army that came down from the mountains like a tiger and killed them all without leaving a single soldier behind.

Those bloody battle scenes seemed to still echo in their minds, making them shudder.

At this time, each of the four armies had a commander, who was wearing golden armor, holding spears, and looked very majestic.

Their eyes are as sharp as eagles, as if they can see through everything.

At the front of the four armies stood a burly man. He was the general leader of the army, and his killing power was so strong that it was intimidating.

His eyes were as sharp as torches as he stared at the French army in front of him, as if he wanted to devour them all.

At this moment, Kong Lingyu was also standing in the void. His figure and the moonlight complemented each other, making him look particularly mysterious and elegant.

He looked down at the four armies below and a satisfied smile appeared on his face.

He knew that they would win this battle.

As the four armies completed their battle formation, the atmosphere on the entire battlefield became tense.

The eyes of the soldiers on both sides met, as if they were competing silently.

A cold snort suddenly rang out from the golden bed that symbolized supreme power, like a thunderbolt that shook the entire battlefield. This cold snort, like a cold wind, penetrated through the layers of curtains and reached everyone's heart.

Kong Lingyu, a direct descendant of Confucianism, was praised as the shining pearl of contemporary Confucianism, but at this moment he was scolding with an unhappy look on his face.

Although his voice was not loud, every word was like a heavy hammer, hitting that person's heart.

The man's original arrogance gradually dissipated after being scolded by Kong Lingyu.

But even so, the man did not get angry directly.

He knew very well that the Confucian power behind Kong Lingyu was huge and he could not easily provoke it. However, the anger in his heart was like a blazing fire that was difficult to calm down.

"These people are your lackeys, right?"

The man sneered and pointed at the people around him.

"It seems like you are the mastermind behind this."

Kong Lingyu was not angry. He stood there calmly with his hands clasped behind his back, his eyes as sharp as torches, as if he could see through all hypocrisy and lies.

"Haha, I just can't stand your Confucianism slaughtering the people of the Protectorate."

The man continued to speak, but his voice revealed a hint of guilt.

Kong Lingyu's eyes flashed with anger. He naturally knew that this was nonsense. Confucianism has always been based on benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness. How could it be possible to massacre the people of the Protectorate? This is obviously a frame-up.

"You really are the one who is rebelling against Tiangang!" Kong Lingyu shouted angrily, his voice was like thunder, shaking the whole palace. His figure looked even taller and more powerful under the light, like an invincible god of war.

His face was as cold as ice, as if everything was under his control. He held a sword technique in his hand, which seemed to contain endless power, and would release earth-shaking power as soon as he gave the order.

"I think you've been pretending enough. Stop hiding your head and showing your tail." Kong Lingyu's voice was cold and firm, like a sharp sword piercing the other person's heart. His eyes were like torches, staring directly at the enemy hiding in the dark, as if he wanted to see through the other person's disguise and reveal his true face.

At this moment, Kong Lingyu suddenly moved. He swung his hand, and the sword technique instantly turned into a sharp sword energy, cutting through the air, making a sharp whistling sound. The sword energy was like a silver dragon, tumbling and dancing in the air, with a destructive momentum, blasting towards the direction of the golden bed.

Everyone only heard a deafening sound of swords, as if the whole hall was shaking. The sword energy poured down like a waterfall, carrying endless power, sweeping towards the golden bed. For a moment, the whole hall was shrouded in sword energy, and everyone felt a strong sense of oppression, as if even breathing became difficult.

The location of the golden bed was instantly engulfed by the sword energy. A golden light flashed, and the golden bed was instantly turned into powder and dissipated into the air under the bombardment of the sword energy.

The enemy hiding in the dark also appeared in the aftermath of the sword energy. He looked surprised and doubtful, as if he couldn't believe that Kong Lingyu actually had such terrifying strength.

Kong Lingyu looked at him expressionlessly, as if everything was within his expectations. He was originally a genius in the Nascent Soul Realm, and now he has entered the late stage of the Nascent Soul Realm, with one step at a time, his strength is even more terrifying. He is also a Spring and Autumn calligrapher, and now he is exerting his power, which is even more terrifying and daunting.

"Now, do you still think you are qualified to pretend with me?" Kong Lingyu said coldly, his voice full of disdain and ridicule. He walked towards the enemy step by step.

However, facing the sword energy that could almost destroy a thousand-foot mountain,

Amid the dust, a cold snort suddenly sounded, like thunder in a violent wind, shocking one's soul. The voice seemed to come from the sky, carrying an indescribable majesty and anger, which made people tremble in their hearts.

At this moment, a huge hand suddenly shot out from the dust. The hand was so big that it seemed to cover the sky and the sun. It contained a great amount of magical power, as if it was drawn from the endless void and condensed into this shocking giant hand. The giant hand slammed down fiercely in the void, bringing up a gust of wind that almost made the whole world tremble.

"Big Tathagata Palm?" Kong Lingyu stared at the giant palm with a sharp gaze, and the answer was already in his mind. This palm technique was incredibly powerful and was a very advanced martial art in Buddhism. Who else could perform this palm technique except for the legendary monk?

"It seems to be you." Kong Lingyu murmured to himself, with a complex emotion flashing in his eyes. He had heard the legend about this monk before, but never thought that he would meet him here. At this moment, when the giant palm slapped down, he was more certain of his guess.

The air around him seemed to solidify because of this palm, and Kong Lingyu's mind also became tense.