His Lordship Alexander Kane

Chapter 0662 "How could his physique be so strong..." At this moment, whether it was Konrad or the five great Martial Overlords standing in different positions in the distance, they all stared at Alexander with eyes wide open, their faces drained of any trace of color.

Their second offensive plan had failed.

Before the ambush, they had conceived countless plans. No matter how Alexander responded, they would adopt corresponding aggressive tactics.

However, they never imagined that even in the face of Konrad's full-force strike, he did not even need to evade. He could easily withstand it solely with his body.

What defined the strongest Lord of War? He, Alexander, had surpassed the realm of Lord of Wars. He was a true semi-

Empyrean.

Above the Lord of War was the realm of Empyrean.

In the modern society devoid of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, the essential conditions for the birth of Empyreans have been lost. However, the current Lord of the Temple of War had accomplished the impossible.

Not quite an Empyrean, but with one foot into the threshold of Empyreans, he had taken the first step into the extraordinary.

"The jade pendant... That must be it!" Konrad was in a state of confusion, his gaze suddenly becoming frantic.

i1Alexander, you must've cultivated the martial arts secrets on the jade pendant...

No, not just martial arts secrets. There's a greater secret within the jade pendant, containing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth.

"No wonder the Lord has always tried every means to collect the jade pendants.

It's for ascending to an Empyrean... The Empyrean..." At this point, he appeared almost insane, his face twisted into a grim smile. "We always thought that even the Lord of the Temple of War was just flesh and blood, that the Heavenly Union Formation would be enough to deal with him. But, as it turns out, we're facing a semi- Empyrean... Content rights by NôvelDr//ama.Org.

1 refuse to accept it. I refuse to accept it!" Refuse to accept it? What could they do? I]'ve said it before." Alexander gazed indifferently at Konrad and the others, speaking softly, "If you can't bring me surprises, then your time to live is up. It's obvious that your methods hold no surprises whatsoever, naturally I rendering your existence unnecessary."

He... Was he about to strike? At that moment, including Konrad, there was no hesitation whatsoever. In fact, there was not even a hint of resistance.

It was not clear who was the first to shout, "Run!" ngcatter! Run in different directions!" "As long as the mountain stands, there'll be wood to burn! Although the Lord of War's Domain is formidable, we're all Martial Overlords. Let's use all our strength to escape, break out of his Domain, and every escape counts!" "Hurry. "n The moment the words were uttered, the six Martial Overlords scattered madly, exerting themselves to the utmost. With a strength akin to desperation, their feet surged with energy, their figures shooting out like arrows released from a bowstring, instantly darting 70 to 80

meters away.

"Escape? How laughable!" Alexander snorted lightly, his eyes slowly closing, his brow furrowing slightly before suddenly relaxing.

From virtual to reality, a mental impact.

Aripple, as substantial as reality itself, spread from Alexander's brow, instantly covering an area of 200 meters in diameter. It swept past the backs of Konrad and the others' heads, then continued to spread, extending for over 500 meters.

Dust settled.

70 to 80 meters away, except for Konrad, the other five Martial Overlords all swayed. Driven by inertia, they stumbled forward for another 30 to 40 meters before collapsing, the sparkle in their eyes vanishing rapidly. Their bodies did not even twitch, simply succumbing to instant death.

Their consciousness was obliterated.

From a medical perspective, this was true death. There were no external injuries, but their minds suffered fatal blows, erasing their consciousness completely, more thoroughly than any physical attack could achieve.

The sound of chattering teeth could be heard.

Not far away, sitting in the off-road vehicle, Quinto witnessed everything that had just happened. His pupils slowly dilated, and he let out an unconscious silly laugh.

1Semi-Empyrean. That's what a semi- Empyrean is. I've offended the Lord of the Temple of War, offended a semi- Empyrean... Hehe...

i1Alexander, Lord of the Temple of War, a semi-Empyrean. Hehe..." He was dumbfounded.

The mental impact from earlier had not caught Alexander's attention toward Quinto.

However, just the residual shock was enough to shatter Quinto's consciousness. A mere supreme grand martial, under this level of assault, was no different from an ant.

"No, please don't kill me!" Only at this moment, about 70 to 80 meters away, the strongest peak Martial Overlord, Konrad, held his head in his hands, his eyes dull.

11 don't want to die! Please don't kill me, 1... 1 have a secret to tell you, a big secret!" A secret? Alexander raised an eyebrow slightly. He did not even spare a glance at the mentally lost Quinto. He slowly walked up to Konrad, looking down at him froma higher position, and said softly, "What secret? Out with it."

"It's about your wife, Amber!" Konrad felt like his head was splitting, his vision alternating between black and white. He collapsed on the ground, trembling violently. "This was the Lord's plan, to have me and the four Great Envoys join forces for a sneak attack, and secretly send the Right Protector, Vikter Fander, to assassinate your wife, Amber..." Right Protector, Vikter Fander? Alexander's expression remained unchanged, his voice devoid of any emotion. "In the entire Coconut Wind Island, there are only six Martial Overlords and one supreme grand martial. Those below the Grandmaster level can be ignored. If Amber were in danger, how could I not know?" What? Konrad stiffened. Slowly raising his head to look at Alexander, after a long while, the light in his eyes gradually faded. He uttered a weak laugh before he finally

I passed. I ""Master...so this was your plan? Using others to do your dirty work, cleaning house... How truly ruthless..."