His Lordship Alexander Kane

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Chapter 0508

The embrace shared by Alexander and Amber was brief.

"You are... Alexander!"

Right then, about ten meters away, Quidel was propping up Vischer's limp body, his eyes locked on Alexander with a wild, spinning madness.

It had to be him, no doubt about it!

The blur of motion from just seconds before was impossibly quick, terrifyingly so, far beyond what any vital energy Grandmaster could manage.

It was a speed that not even the suprgrand martial could hope to match!

Then there was the dagger, thrown as an afterthought.

A simple blade, yet it tore through Vischer's vital energy shield as if it were paper, effortlessly piercing his throat and killing him in an instant.

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Could this be the work of the legendary Alexander, the so-called king of Ol' Mare?

Alexander...

In his final moments, Gerald had tapped out a C on his phone screen. However, he must have meant A. It was Alexander who had taken down Gerald!

"Run!!"

With that thought, Quidel bellowed, tossing aside Vischer’s lifeless body and bolting away in a mad dash. His fingers were already flying over his phone's keypad before he even fully turned.

Run?

Not far off, eight of the Jess family’s finest guards snapped out of their shock in an instant, each darting off in a different direction, desperate to escape.

"Amber, shut your eyes. What comes next would be brutal," Alexander whispered.

Alexander finally let go of his wife, his hand tenderly brushing her tear-soaked cheeks. He turned to Callie beside him with a soft smile. "Miss Xanthos, better close your eyes. Scenes like this can haunt your dreams."

No sooner had he spoken than he took off like a shot.

The ground cracked beneath his feet as he launched forward, stones and debris flying in all directions. His speed was something out of legend, like the ancient tales of Wyverna where heroes crossed lands in a single step. That was beyond fast; it was supernatural.

He beca blur.

In the blink of an eye, Alexander disappeared. Eight of the Jess family’s best had scattered in every direction, covering distances that should have been impossible. However,

Alexander closed the gap effortlessly.

Eight Grandmaster-level fighters had not seen what was coming. Their bodies were still in full flight, legs pumping furiously. However, their heads had exploded, leaving nothing but headless bodies sprinting blindly, blood spurting from their necks in a gruesfountain five meters high.

"He's a devil... an actual devil!"

Farther back, the family butler, Quidel, had made it over three hundred meters. He caught a glimpse of a headless body and felt a terror so deep his legs nearly gave out.

How could Alexander move so fast? What unearthly power did he wield?

"He won't catch me. He can’t possibly catch me!"

After catching that fleeting glimpse, Quidel unleashed his full power, the might of a Grandmaster at the peak level of his craft. His frail, elderly frwithered even more as he tapped into his last reserve of strength, his legs pulsing with a life force that betrayed his desperate final gambit. Ignoring the severe toll it took on his body, he moved with a speed that rivaled the suprgrand martial legends.

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However, it was not fast enough.

"There are fewer than five people on this earth who can slip from my grasp, and you're not one of them," a voice declared.

Ahead of Quidel, a youthful silhouette took shape. Alexander was there twenty meters away, his gaze fixed on the terror-stricken man before him. He shook his head slowly. "Smart move, knowing you couldn't win and choosing to run. However, the second you laid a hand on my wife, your fate was sealed."

"Your tis up. Die!"

An invisible force struck with precision, piercing Quidel's forehead. Momentum carried his body forward, not an inch too far, until he tumbled lifelessly at Alexander's feet.

"To think you'd dare harm Amber, death is too good for you."

Alexander looked down at Quidel's body with a detached, disdainful sneer. He stepped closer, pried open the dead man's hand, and examined the cell phone that had been clutched within. His eyes narrowed slightly.

Just two seconds earlier, Quidel had managed to send a message.

The recipient was Erick, patriarch of the Jess family.

The message was a single, urgent command.

[Run!]

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