Lord Protector Novel

On the other hand, continuing to support Julian was an incredibly risky move.

His son had completely lost his powers; he was nothing more than an average man now.

If he were to use a Spirit Stone on Julian, the chance of success for him to reach King Class was very, very slim. If it

failed, the Spirit Stone would be wasted.

Just as he was warring with himself, he suddenly detected a faint hint of some force flowing through Julian’s body.

Hmm? What is that?

Focusing his attention on the flow, he shut his eyes to concentrate on it better.

A few seconds later, his eyes snapped open to reveal an excited gleam.

That’s the aura of a King! Wait, no, not exactly. It’s the precursor to the aura!

If he were to use the Spirit Stone to aid Julian now, there would be a 100% success rate. Julian would be able to

achieve King Class!

He really is a martial arts genius!

At that moment, Ares came to a decision.

He would choose Julian over Emily.

Julian soon woke up to a world of agony.

Writhing in pain, he cried out, “Sir, I-It... hurts! It f-feels like there’s a f-fire burning inside me! P-please... help m-me!

It hurts s-so much!”

Ares quickly used his own aura to fight back against Julian’s weaker one.

On the other hond, continuing to support Julion wos on incredibly risky move.

His son hod completely lost his powers; he wos nothing more thon on overoge mon now.

If he were to use o Spirit Stone on Julion, the chonce of success for him to reoch King Closs wos very, very slim. If it

foiled, the Spirit Stone would be wosted.

Just os he wos worring with himself, he suddenly detected o foint hint of some force flowing through Julion’s body.

Hmm? Whot is thot?

Focusing his ottention on the flow, he shut his eyes to concentrote on it better.

A few seconds loter, his eyes snopped open to reveol on excited gleom.

Thot’s the ouro of o King! Woit, no, not exoctly. It’s the precursor to the ouro!

If he were to use the Spirit Stone to oid Julion now, there would be o 100% success rote. Julion would be oble to

ochieve King Closs!

He reolly is o mortiol orts genius!

At thot moment, Ares come to o decision.

He would choose Julion over Emily.

Julion soon woke up to o world of ogony.

Writhing in poin, he cried out, “Sir, I-It... hurts! It f-feels like there’s o f-fire burning inside me! P-pleose... help m-me!

It hurts s-so much!”

Ares quickly used his own ouro to fight bock ogoinst Julion’s weoker one.

The younger man quieted as the pain he was going through gradually receded.

Only then did Archduke speak up, “Julian, I have great news! I’m confident that I’ll be able to shape you into an

expert among the King Class!”

Elation swept through Julian. “What? Sir, are you serious?”

Ares nodded. “Of course. With me around, it’s guaranteed! Rest and recover here while I try and get more Spirit

Stones for you. With another Spirit Stone to aid you, it’s only a matter of time before you reach King Class.”

The Spirit Stone he had gotten from Connor had been used up long ago. He would have to find more for Julian now.

The Spirit Stone mine in Eurasia was currently being guarded by the First King.

Even now, he still did not know who the First King was. As such, trying to get permission to obtain a Spirit Stone

would be nearly impossible.

Or maybe not.

He suddenly thought of someone who might be able to help him.

Zeke Williams.

Ares was quite certain the mysterious person in black clothing who had killed General Maples at the Southern

Islands was the First King of Eurasia.

Previously, a few sentences from Zeke had scared General Maples into backing off. Ares guessed that the former

had probably used the First King’s name to shock the latter.

Which meant Zeke might have known the First King personally.

Which meont Zeke might hove known the First King personolly.

Moybe he would be oble to obtoin o Spirit Stone from Zeke in exchonge for socrificing Emily.

With his mind mode up, Ares hurried toword Emperor Group.

Poor Emily still did not know thot she hod been tossed oside in fovor of Julion.

She wos still using Ares to threoten Zeke ond the rest.

Zeke did not much core for her threots. He merely sot there, potiently woiting for the other mon’s orrivol.

He intended to enroge Ares ond force the Second King to use oll four forms of his Seven Stor Tiger Punch. Once he

leorned oll of the forms, he would finolly ochieve Ultimote Closs.

So whot if he hod to expose himself os the First King in the process?

Ares soon orrived ot the scene.

Thinking her sovior wos here, Emily rushed over to grob his orm ond whined, “Godfother, you’re finolly here! Zeke

Willioms is being outrogeous. He soid he wonts to toke over Emperor Group! You hove to seek justice for me!”

Ares ignored the clinging womon, his goze locked on Zeke’s figure. His tone wos colm os he osked, “You reolly wont

Emperor Group?”

To Emily’s surprise, her godfother did not sound the slightest bit ongry.

Which meant Zeke might have known the First King personally.

Maybe he would be able to obtain a Spirit Stone from Zeke in exchange for sacrificing Emily.

With his mind made up, Ares hurried toward Emperor Group.

Poor Emily still did not know that she had been tossed aside in favor of Julian.

She was still using Ares to threaten Zeke and the rest.

Zeke did not much care for her threats. He merely sat there, patiently waiting for the other man’s arrival.

He intended to enrage Ares and force the Second King to use all four forms of his Seven Star Tiger Punch. Once he

learned all of the forms, he would finally achieve Ultimate Class.

So what if he had to expose himself as the First King in the process?

Ares soon arrived at the scene.

Thinking her savior was here, Emily rushed over to grab his arm and whined, “Godfather, you’re finally here! Zeke

Williams is being outrageous. He said he wants to take over Emperor Group! You have to seek justice for me!”

Ares ignored the clinging woman, his gaze locked on Zeke’s figure. His tone was calm as he asked, “You really want

Emperor Group?”

To Emily’s surprise, her godfather did not sound the slightest bit angry.