Villain: I transmigrated with Mind Control Powers

Just when all seemed lost, the atmosphere of the battlefield shifted dramatically as a powerful aura swept across the clearing. The air became dense, almost suffocating, as if the very essence of the world had taken notice of the chaos below. Ye Chen, battered and barely standing, turned his gaze upward, struggling to focus on the figure that had just appeared.

The old man had been traveling through the area when the sounds of clashing steel and anguished cries caught his attention. Initially disinterested in meddling with the affairs of others, something compelled him to investigate further. Upon arriving at the scene, he saw a young man—clearly outnumbered and gravely injured—fighting for his life against a group of attackers.

The old man wore simple yet immaculate robes. He stood at the edge of the battlefield. His white hair flowed gently in the wind, and his eyes, though aged, sparkled with a sharpness that could pierce through the darkest of souls. He carried no visible weapon, yet there was an undeniable sense of danger surrounding him, as if the very air around him crackled with hidden power.

The old man's heart stirred. There was something about the boy that felt... familiar, important even. He decided then and there to intervene.

The leader of the assassins, a man with a sinister grin, barked at his comrades. "Look at this old fool! He must have a death wish, sticking his nose where it doesn't belong."

Another assassin, a member of the Shen Family, sneered. "Old man, if you know what's good for you, you'll turn around and hobble back to your rocking chair before you get hurt!"

The Wu Family assassin joined in, laughing. "Or maybe he's here to save his grandson! How touching! Both of you can die together—how poetic!"

The old man ignored their jeers, his gaze focused on the young man barely clinging to consciousness. He approached Ye Chen, who was slumped against a tree, his breath shallow, his face pale. The old man knelt beside him, his eyes softening as he took in the boy's condition.

"What is your name, young one?" the old man asked, his voice gentle yet firm.

"Ye... Ye Chen," the boy murmured, struggling to keep his eyes open.

The leader of the assassins, sneered at the newcomer. "Old man," he spat, "this has nothing to do with you. Walk away while you still can, or die alongside this boy."

The old man's gaze remained fixed on Ye Chen, who was barely able to keep his balance. There was a flicker of recognition in the old man's eyes as they fell upon the locket around Ye Chen's neck—a locket that seemed to glow faintly in the fading light.

The old man's expression shifted slightly, a mixture of surprise and contemplation flashing across his face. "That locket... where did you get it?" he asked, his tone more urgent now.

"It was... given to me... long ago," Ye Chen managed to reply, his strength fading fast. He clutched the locket, sensing that it held more significance than he had ever realized.

The leader of the assassins, sensing an opportunity to strike, barked an order to his men. "Enough of this nonsense! Kill them both!"

The assassins rushed forward, weapons drawn, but the old man didn't even flinch. In a blur of motion, he raised his hand, and a powerful force exploded outward, sending the first wave of attackers flying back. The ground cracked under the sheer pressure of his aura, and the air hummed with the resonance of his power.

The remaining assassins hesitated, their earlier bravado evaporating in the face of the old man's overwhelming strength. "He's... he's in the Divine Transformation Realm!" one of the Wu Family members stammered, his voice quaking with fear.

"Impossible!" a Qiao Family assassin gasped, eyes wide with terror.

But in presence of protagonist even a normal person behaviour gets changed. And these are small villains, so how could they resist the heavens's will? And soon they started following the normal troupe of a protagonist novel.

The leader of the assassins, struggling to maintain his composure, spat out a challenge. "Old man, you may be strong, but you're still outnumbered. Leave now, and maybe we'll let you live. Otherwise, you and this brat will both die!"

The old man's gaze hardened. "You dare threaten me? I've dealt with your kind before—scum who think they can intimidate the weak and get away with it. You will pay for your arrogance."

The assassin leader, refusing to back down, snarled, "You'll regret this, old fool! We'll find your family, rape the women, and slaughter the men! You'll watch as we tear everything you love apart!"

The other assassins joined in, laughing cruelly, their voices filled with malice. They continued to mock the old man and Ye Chen, their taunts growing more vicious.

But their laughter was cut short as the old man's expression darkened. "I see you've chosen death," he said coldly.

Before the assassins could even draw their weapons, the old man moved. In a blur of motion that defied his age, raising a hand as if to command the heavens themselves. A wave of invisible force erupted from his palm, sending the first wave of attackers flying back with bone-shattering force. The ground trembled under the impact, and the air crackled with the residue of the old man's power.

Each strike was deadly, each movement purposeful. The Shen, Wu, Qiao, and Han Family members fell one by one, their screams echoing through the forest.

The assassins, momentarily stunned by the sheer might of the old man's attack, hesitated, their confidence waning. The leader, however, refused to back down. "You're just an old fool! I'll kill you and take that boy's head myself!" he roared, charging forward with his blade drawn.

"You dare insult an elder of the Heavenly Dragon Sect?" the old man finally spoke, his voice carrying a chilling calmness that froze the assassin leader in his tracks. "And to threaten my family? Such insolence."

The leader, realizing too late that he had underestimated his opponent, tried to back away, but the old man was relentless. With a swift motion, the energy blade sliced through the assassin leader's defenses, cutting him down where he stood. Blood sprayed across the battlefield as the leader collapsed, his face twisted in a mix of shock and fear.

The remaining assassins, now trembling in fear, began to scatter, but the old man would have none of it. "Leaving so soon?" he asked, his voice almost mocking as he unleashed another wave of energy, cutting down the fleeing assassins one by one. The forest echoed with their dying screams, a testament to the old man's wrath.

As the old man dispatched the last of the visible attackers, a few assassins who had been hiding, hoping to catch him off guard, made their move. But they too met the same fate, their lives snuffed out in an instant as the old man's blade found its mark. Despite their best efforts to hide, none could escape the old man's wrath.

However, unknown to the old man, a few members of the assassin group managed to remain hidden, carefully avoiding his gaze. These survivors, trembling with fear, kept a safe distance and used secret communication talismans to relay what had happened to their leader, Aric.

Miles away, in a secluded chamber, Aric received the message. His eyes gleamed with malevolent glee as he learned of the old man's intervention. He let out a maniacal laugh that echoed through the chamber, his voice dripping with contempt.

"Ye Chen, Ye Chen," Aric sneered, his voice laced with venom. "How long can the heavens continue to protect you? Even with the heavens on your side, I will find a way to destroy you. Not even fate itself can save you from me!"

Aric's laughter grew louder, more unhinged, as he imagined the countless ways he would break Ye Chen. "I'll shatter your will, crush your spirit, and when I'm done, not even the heavens will remember your name!"

The old man turned his attention back to Ye Chen, who had collapsed to the ground, barely clinging to consciousness. The old man knelt beside him, gently lifting him into his arms. "Rest, young one," he said softly, his tone now filled with a strange warmth. "You're safe now."

Ye Chen, too weak to speak, could only nod slightly as he felt his body grow heavier. Before he lost consciousness, he managed to whisper, "Who... are you?"

The old man smiled faintly. "We'll talk later, once you've regained your strength. There's much you need to know, Ye Chen... about your past and the legacy you carry."

As Ye Chen drifted into unconsciousness, the old man looked down at the locket again, his expression one of deep contemplation. "So, the bloodline survives... and with it, the hope of a new era."

With that, the old man carried Ye Chen away from the bloodstained battlefield, deeper into the forest. As they disappeared into the shadows, the old man glanced back once more, his eyes cold and unforgiving. With a final surge of energy, he obliterated any remaining traces of the assassins, ensuring that no one would ever threaten Ye Chen again.

"You've been through enough, young dragon," the old man whispered as he walked. "But your journey is just beginning."