His Lordship Alexander Kane

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On the highway outskirts of Ol‘ Mare, a Bentley sedan landed upside-down, thick smoke billowing from its body.

“Miss Xanthos!”

The Xanthos family’s two elite bodyguards, covered in blood and torn flesh, held onto the bloodstained Callie tight as they struggled to crawl out of the twisted and deformed windows.

They were grievously wounded, almost out of breath themselves.

The bodyguards had internal energy to protect them, but they could not stop the powerful shock wave created by the explosion. Their bones were nearly shattered, their internal organs bled, and they were dying.

Callie, on the other hand, had learned very little martial arts. She had not cultivated vital energy. Had it not been for the protection of her two loyal bodyguards, she might have died. Even so, she was severely injured. Her dress was stained with blood, and her pretty face was pale. She lay on the ground simply, unable to get up.

As for her driver, whose body was riddled with holes from shattered glass, he was dead.

“Miss Xanthos, come with us!”

Having just climbed out of the Bentley, the injured trio was surrounded by six black-clad men who had just gotten out of the van.

The thin leader held a dagger and stared coldly at Callie, who was on the ground. He showed her no mercy. “You've met Alexander, and you probably know his identity. My master is waiting for you, and he-”

Before he could finish, a long sword with fierce energy surging on its surface charged diagonally at him from behind. He had anticipated this attack.

It was Ray, who was following them. Ray’s first strike was a martial arts technique Alexander personally taught him, ‘Split the Mountain’.

“They have backup?” The thin man grinned and casually flipped the dagger in his hand, revealing the skills of a Grandmaster of energy transformation. His dagger was like a poisonous snake, easily dodging Ray’s sword, and then slashing horizontally with a backhand move.

Blood splattered everywhere.

Ray’s right arm was sliced open, causing him almost to lose his grip on the sword in his hand. His

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arm hung down helplessly, his arm muscles twitching in pain.

The disparity in strength was too great. The thin man was an Apex of Grandmaster.

“Bastard!” Behind Ray, Ciro and Cian swooped left and right, aiming their weapons at the thin man. “Ray, we'll hold down the fort here. You take Miss Xanthos and go!” They had the same weapons as Ray.

The skinny man sneered. He would never let Ray go. Without asking his subordinates for help, he waved his dagger in the air and sneered, “Who the hell are you all? You think you can walk out on me? Go to hell!” he shouted as energy spread through the air.

Ciro and Cian were nothing more than vital energy fighters. They had not even completed their vital energy cultivation. Their bodies limped like weak straws as they were fiercely attacked by the Grandmaster. Soon, they were cut into pieces of blood and flesh.

Their weapons did not even touch their attacker's hair. In just one single move, they were pulverized.

“Ciro! Cian!” Ray’s eyes were wide open, instantly red with rage. He was just about to fight the skinny man to the death when something shocked him.

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He was surrounded. About 200 to 300 meters away, a total of eight vans came into view. Six black -clad men stepped out of each van, and the leaders were all Grandmasters of energy

transformation. They surrounded Ray and Callie, leaving them no place to retreat. “Shane, this is Ray. He works for Alexander.”This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

A burly black—clad grandmaster looked coldly at Ray, who clutched his sword, and commanded, ” Let’s not waste time and bring Callie back to master. Just kill Ray.”