His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0564 I "[t...it's over, and we're still alive?" It was unclear how much time had passed, but Geoff and the others, along I with over 40 elite bodyguards behind them, were taken aback. They could not help but express their astonishment as they looked at the desolate ground ahead.

Was it a dream? Or a miracle?! Before their eyes, the ground only held the fragmented bones of the Eight- Armed Guardian, corroded almost completely by biochemical toxins.

The fiery explosions, shockwaves, bio- toxins—everything had disappeared without a trace. It was as if they had experienced an unbelievable dream! "No, it's not a dream! It's real!" Geoff's gaze was vacant, fixed firmly on the ashes of the Eight-Armed Guardian on

the ground, his lips trembling uncontrollably. "Alexander is a Lord of I War, a martial arts Lord of War at the Unity Level. He has reached the limit of humanity! "Other than a Lord of War, no one can I withstand the power of Thunderfire Mother Pearl —absolutely no one!" Alexander Kane was a Lord of War? The three attendants and over 40 elite bodyguards were utterly frozen. It was as if they had learned the world's greatest secret. Their emotions ranged from excitement to nervousness to exhilaration to fear. They trembled.

No words could adequately describe their expressions. It was reverence from the depths of their souls, admiration from the bottom of their hearts, and unwavering awe! "gir?" After an unknown amount of time, one of the elderly attendants spoke, his

I voice trembling uncontrollably. "Didn't the Eight-Armed Guardian say that I Alexander is a friend of the Duke of War, Maxine? e "I'm speculating, but could Maxine have requested the Lord of the Temple of War I to save Alexander and incidentally saved us, too? "After all, the Temple of War's foundation lies in the north. Perhaps the Lord of the Temple of War would not stand idly by as the north descended into chaos. It does seem reasonable for them to intervene once." Lord of the Temple of War? Geoff was stunned for quite some time, silently pondering the attendant's words, his eyes narrowing further.

It made sense! After all, Alexander was still too young.

Even if he had started practicing martial

I arts while in the womb, he would only have been doing so for over 20 years! I When did such a young and powerful Lord of War emerge into the world? Wyverna provided absolutely no relevant information.

I "Even if Alexander was not a Lord of War, he still had an exceptionally close relationship with powerful warriors." After a long pause, Geoff waved his hand proudly and said, "Even though Alexander refuses to admit it, he's ultimately Caleb Kane's son. As long as we maintain a positive relationship with the Kane family, the Foster family will remain undefeated! "] decree that the Foster and Kane families will be allied for generations, starting today. Absolutely no offenses against them will be tolerated. This is an iron decree!" Behind him, the three attendants and over 40 elite bodyguards bowed

I simultaneously, then echoed in unison.

"Yes!" Meanwhile, at the Zadra family. This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.

"The Eight-Armed Guardian is dead." Franklin's father, Jackson, the current head of the Zadra family, held abamboo tube in his hand in the pavilion of their backyard. He poured out a small piece of paper and closed his eyes after reading it, his voice sounding especially tired.

"Franklin, how long do you plan to conceal this matter?" Snap! Outside the pavilion, Franklin's face turned pale. He immediately fell to his knees, bowing his head, not daring to utter a single word! "The Eight-Armed Guardian was the organization's most deeply hidden

undercover agent. Your concealment and unilateral decisions destroyed the Eight Armed Guardian and revealed all of the I Zadra family's secrets. il Jackson sighed deeply before slowly walking out of the pavilion, reaching out to pat Franklin's shoulder. "Franklin, the trouble you've caused this time is too great. I'm afraid to say anything more.

You must report this to my brother. Come with me to the hall. Apologize to your uncle in person." Jackson appeared to have aged suddenly, no longer looking at Franklin before turning and slowly walking toward the backyard hall.

His uncle...

Franklin knelt on the ground, face devoid of color, body swaying. He had no idea how long it had been until he could no longer hear his father's footsteps. Only then did he feel lost and confused, crawling unsteadily toward the backyard.

He knew what was in the backyard! It was the greatest taboo in the Zadra family. Even the legitimate heir was- afraid to enter without permission.

The man in seclusion in the ancestral hall was his uncle and a pillar of the Zadra family. That man was an unflinching executioner, a childhood dream, a man with blood-stained hands, synonymous with death! Kratos Zadra was at the pinnacle of Martial Overlords and the most powerful man in the northern aristocratic families!