His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0409

No one knew Alexander’s true strength.

The enemy commander, slain by Alexander, remained oblivious. So did the dozen Lords of War who

met their end at the hands of Alexander.

Even the mighty Four Dukes of War of the Temple of War, renowned for their strength, remained

clueless.

All that was known was that even the mightiest commander beside the Emperor of the Serandsi, a

formidable powerhouse surpassing the overlords of that era, could only withstand two moves

from Alexander.

The third move ended with Alexander obliterating him with a single punch, turning his body into a

myriad of blood mist that stained the entire Serandsi Palace red.

“Who am I? Don’t you know?” Alexander wore a smile, gazing at the nine Grandmasters before him

and lightly chuckling. “Didn’t you just shout my name a moment ago? The Redwine family, the Fabio

family, the Jentsch family-haven’t you investigated me enough?

“I’m Alexander from Ol’ Mare, which is no longer a secret. Do I need to explain myself then?” he

continued.

The nine Grandmasters stiffened. Their arms were devoid of flesh, trembling violently. More than

physical pain, the terror

easily swept through Of Mare and dominated

they never imagined they would be defeated by the young Alexander

crushing defeat, with no chance for

disparity was this? They even began to doubt if this was

for a supreme grand martial or someone at the pinnacle of overlords,

unleash such horrifying techniques.

“Alexander, you’re very strong.”

eight Grandmasters turned pale, and none

he stared at Alexander with bloodshot eyes. “As you bested us today, I

there is always someone better, something beyond

ordinary.

us to cripples, but— We’re sworn to

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ha xalqi bine, the hated sharply. His lower abdomen bulged

clothes bursting apart in an instant. It fell

wres brewing within him, causing

his skin almost

heads of your respective families, Spare no

roared. “This is the dignity of a

oath to kitt

eight Grandmasters all shouted in fury,

a desperate

self-destruction.

thorough, the most ruthless, the

“Run! Take cover!”

zone, in the