Lord Protector Novel

The talisman was like an incendiary bomb, causing a raging flame to flare to life and stirring up a gust of strong wind.

It took one whole minute for the tornado to settle. Just then, a silhouette appeared right in the middle of it all.

It was a hologram, and the person must be from Kush Clan.

Seeing so, Sheldon yelled, “Your Majesty, help me... Help me, please!”

Frowning, King stared at Sheldon.

“D*mn you! You've been trapped by a strong trace of energy. Where does this come from?”

“Finally, I've found you,” Zeke announced assertively.

King's body involuntarily shuddered as he looked in the direction of the voice, only to realize that it was Zeke.

“It's you! It's really you,” exclaimed King.

Zeke grinned. “Yes, that's right. It's me. I've put in lots of effort to lure you out.”

Darn it!

Cursing, King wriggled back into Sheldon's body to dispel Zeke's energy. Then, he scurried away.

Zeke leaped and broke the prison cell, forging ahead to catch up with Sheldon.

With King controlling Sheldon's body, the latter moved at lightning speed.

However, no matter how fast he traveled, he was not Zeke's match.

The distance between them was getting shorter.

Subsequently, Zeke released another ball of energy and shielded Sheldon's body.

Although he was not able to restrict him fully, the move had successfully reduced his speed.

Sh*t!

King kept cussing, knowing that things were not going in his favor.

Had this situation persisted, not only will I lose Sheldon, I can't protect myself either!

In the end, King had no choice, but to give Sheldon up and sped off.

Zeke chased after him from behind.

Though King was merely a trace of consciousness, his speed was actually on par with those of the Celestial Class warriors.

Zeke maintained a consistent distance with the other party without dragging it further nor keeping it shorter.

Things were not looking good. He knew that this would only bring him adverse effects and deplete his energy.

On the other hand, King was merely a trace of consciousness without an actual figure. Hence, he had no stamina to begin with!

In the end, Zeke launched the Ammo Needle, which was capable of taking one's life.

Since his energy channeled did not harm King much, Zeke decided to mould it into Ammo Needles and send them flying toward all the acupoints that would make King suffer.

Lo and behold, Zeke's plan succeeded. However, the disappointing thing was that the injury inflicted on King was not severe. As a result, the table had not been turned around.

Fuming, Zeke bellowed, “Kush Clan, are you as timid as a mouse? What a coward!”

King scoffed, “Hmph! Unlike you, a King Class warrior, I'm only a nameless soldier from Kush Clan. Who's acting like a bully by pitting someone small here? I reckon it's you, the respectable warrior, who's gladly abusing his superiority.”