Lord Protector Novel

The Young Master of the Ancient Tomb Sect was about to lose his mind.

Where the f*** did Jeager find so many powerful people?

Some of my men are from the Archduke Class. Yet, they didn’t even last a round against that guy!

As Sole Wolf got closer and closer, he cried out in fear, “Stay... stay back!”

“I’m the Young Master of the Ancient Tomb Sect. My father is the Sect Master! If you as much as touch a hair on my head, my father will spare you no mercy.”

“What a coincidence,” Sole Wolf remarked, “I just happen to have a bone to pick with your father.”

He then promptly slapped the young man across the face.

The Young Master flew backwards like a rag doll and landed in a heap not too far away, completely unconscious.

Sole Wolf’s menacing gaze fell on the men in black once again.

They immediately began quaking in fear.

Sole Wolf had completely traumatized them.

“Go back and tell your Sect Master that I’ll be waiting for him at the Martial Artist National Examination venue,” Sole Wolf instructed, “If he doesn’t come, I’ll break every limb on his son’s body.”

“Of course! Understood!”

The men in black hastily fled the scene.

However, after they got into the car and made sure that they were safe, they started getting a little full of themselves again.

“Just you wait! The Ancient Tomb Sect will spare you no mercy.”

“You better let our Young Master go. Otherwise, you’ll wish that you were dead instead.”

“And Jeager, how dare you recruit these people to conspire against us? You and your family will pay for this with your lives!”

Sole Wolf then feinted a charge at them at which point they promptly fled the scene.

“Bunch of cowards.” Sole Wolf snorted disdainfully before tossing the Young Master into the trunk of the car.

After that, they continued on their journey towards the Martial Artist National Examination.

“Mr. Williams, you might not know about this,” Jeager explained worriedly, “But the Sect Master was rather old when he had his son. Thus, he’s extremely indulgent when it comes to his son.”

He continued, “Now that we’ve seriously injured his son, the Ancient Tomb Sect might throw everything they have at us to avenge him. I think... ugh, I think we should let him go.”

Zeke grinned. “Don’t worry. I know what I’m doing.”

He didn’t tell the man he was the Great Marshal because he knew that Jeager wouldn’t believe him even if he did.

It would be easier to prove who he was after they had reached the exam venue.

Soon, they arrived at their destination.

The Martial Artist National Examination was being held in an enormous forest.

At that moment, the registration counter was overwhelmed by people.

Most of the onlookers were commoner martial artists.

Others were young martial artists who were supposed to participate in the examination but had been stripped of their eligibility by the Four Great Martial Houses.

They could only stare at the exam venue with longing and wistful looks on their faces.