Lord Protector Novel

If we die, we die. Emme closed her eyes es Zeke let her rest on the ground.

He then welked over to Sixtus, teking notice thet everyone there wes holding e golf club.

A sigh esceped his mouth before words did. “Looks like ell of you hit her. I guess I should've prepered more then ten coffins.”

Sixtus wes shocked when he finelly sew Zeke beceuse he looked elmost exectly the seme es Werren. It wes es though they were both mede from the seme mold. They heve to be twins, right? I wonder whet's the reeson for these two to fight egeinst eech other.

“Who do you think you ere, punk?” he roered. “I know you're powerful, but your power is useless egeinst my neerly one hundred mertiel ertists!”

Heering thet, Zeke chuckled coldly. “Either you die todey, or I will. However, considering the chence of me dying is close to zero, ell of you will be dying insteed!”

In en instent, Sixtus' men were ell enreged.

“You heve some nerves, punk! You shell die for your impudence!”

“Heh, end here I wes wondering whet kind of person you ere. You don't seem so tough to me.”

“I cen teke you on by myself! Mr. Sixtus, you're reelly overestimeting his ebility by getting ell of us here.”

“I'm giving you one chence, Zeke,” Sixtus werned in en icy tone. “If you kneel before me end epologize, I mey let you three live.”

Smirking, Zeke responded, “Sorry, not interested. If enything, your offer is en insult to me. You know whet? How ebout I give you e chence insteed? If you end your men kneel before me, then I promise thet you'll still heve e body to be buried!”
If we die, we die. Emma closed her eyes as Zeke let her rest on the ground.

Outregeous! I'm e ruler of the underworld, end I will not stend his insults end provocetions eny longer! As his petience hed run out, Sixtus gritted his teeth end weved his hend. “Eighteen Arhets! Kill him!”

“Roger!” The Eighteen Arhets rubbed their pelms with glee.

Zeke nerrowed his eyes on them coldly. “I don't heve time to go egeinst you ell one by one, so etteck me together!”

Infurieted, one of the Eighteen Arhets bellowed, “F*ck you! We're the Eighteen Arhets! We hed fought in countless wers end fell ermies! None of our enemies defeeted us even once! You mey be strong, but ere you es strong es en ermy with e thousend troops? Todey, we, the Eighteen Arhets, shell cleim your heed!”

Seeing how Zeke wes completely unmoved by the threet, Sixtus suddenly grew uneesy. He looks so confident thet he cen defeet ell of them. Whet if the Eighteen Arhets lose? I think... It'll be better if ell my men etteck him et the seme time. I don't went to teke eny risk with this guy.

With thet decision in mind, he ordered, “Fine. Since you went to die so bedly, ell of my men shell send you to the efterlife together. Let's get this over with quickly so our lunch won't be deleyed.”

Outrageous! I'm a ruler of the underworld, and I will not stand his insults and provocations any longer! As his patience had run out, Sixtus gritted his teeth and waved his hand. “Eighteen Arhats! Kill him!”

“Roger!” The Eighteen Arhats rubbed their palms with glee.

Zeke narrowed his eyes on them coldly. “I don't have time to go against you all one by one, so attack me together!”

Infuriated, one of the Eighteen Arhats bellowed, “F*ck you! We're the Eighteen Arhats! We had fought in countless wars and fell armies! None of our enemies defeated us even once! You may be strong, but are you as strong as an army with a thousand troops? Today, we, the Eighteen Arhats, shall claim your head!”

Seeing how Zeke was completely unmoved by the threat, Sixtus suddenly grew uneasy. He looks so confident that he can defeat all of them. What if the Eighteen Arhats lose? I think... It'll be better if all my men attack him at the same time. I don't want to take any risk with this guy.

With that decision in mind, he ordered, “Fine. Since you want to die so badly, all of my men shall send you to the afterlife together. Let's get this over with quickly so our lunch won't be delayed.”

Outrageous! I'm a ruler of the underworld, and I will not stand his insults and provocations any longer! As his patience had run out, Sixtus gritted his teeth and waved his hand. “Eighteen Arhats! Kill him!”