Lord Protector Novel

The Sect Master of Beasts Sect urgently voiced their consensus, “The Beasts Sect will also pull out of this year’s final exam at Atheville. This way, no one can accuse us of playing dirty.”

With a labored breath, Jaime Carter chimed in, “The... The Ancient Tomb Sect will pull out as well!”

To prevent the certain death of the applicants from the Four Great Martial Houses, they had no choice but to retreat.

We’ll just make our comeback next year!

“Let’s go!”

The Sect Master of Mount Ymir Sect gestured for his members to depart.

“Stop!”

Zeke hissed coldly, “Who said you could leave? The examinees of the Four Great Martial Houses have to participate today as well. Anyone who tries to leave will be promptly killed.”

The Sect Masters of Mount Ymir Sect and Beasts Sect quaked in terror.

They could tell that Zeke was intentionally targeting the Four Great Martial Houses.

Zeke was hell-bent on purging the Four Great Martial Houses.

We have no choice.

We have to show our hand.

However, the man behind them was a recluse who refused to make an appearance unless circumstances were dire.

A man suddenly emerged from the crowd of Four Great Martial Houses members.

He bellowed, “As a martial artist from Eurasia, I have the freedom to decide if I want to join the Martial Artist National Examination. If I want to leave, even the king won’t be able to stop me. Moreover, I am the vice-president of the Mount Agra Martial Artists Association. I’m an official public servant. If you order your men to harm me, you’ll be harming a civil service officer. You’ll be heavily penalized!”

The man who had spoken was the son of the Sect Master of Mount Ymir Sect.

He was full of youthful spry and confrontational heat.

He had been spoilt rotten by his father, the Sect Master of the Mount Ymir Sect, and was now an impertinent man who regarded himself as above all others.

His arrogant performance was due to his assumption that Zeke was only issuing empty threats. He was sure Zeke would not actually lay a hand on anyone.

Zeke smirked sinisterly. “You’re wrong. I’m not going to injure you. I’m going to take your life! Go!”

The Sect Master of Mount Ymir Sect was astonished.

Due to his ability to read a situation, which stemmed from his wealth of life experience, he knew Zeke would make good on his word.

What’s wrong with that idiot son of mine? Why’s he still mouthing off to Zeke Williams? Does he really want to die that badly?

Although he had instinctively moved to step in, he was too late.

Several snipers perched on a nearby mountain had already had their marks aimed directly at his son.

The thunderous smattering of gunshots attacked the ears of everyone present.

Accompanying it was the horrible howl of agony that was let out by his son.

His body was perforated by countless bullets, and he collapsed into a growing pool of crimson blood.

The examinees, who were about to leave, were all stopped short by such a ghastly scene.

Fear closed its jaws around all of them, trapping them within.

They had assumed that the Great Marshal would not shoot.