Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 576

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 576

On the platform, after defeating Chen Liong, Alex swayed once—then his body finally gave out.

Every muscle had hit its absolute limit. His arms trembled uncontrollably. His chest burned like it had been ripped open from the inside.

Pain tore through his bones. He had pushed himself far beyond what his body could handle.

Then everything went black.

Eight Fatty reacted instantly. He lunged forward, catching Alex before he hit the ground, supporting his full weight with both arms.

Carefully—almost urgently—he pulled Alex away from the center of the platform, shielding him from the crowd’s staring eyes.

The other Fatty brothers rushed over and formed a tight circle around them, their expressions tense with worry.

“Don’t tell me he went out in some dramatic blaze and left us a legendary inheritance,” Fourth Fatty blurted, eyes wide.

“Shut your mouth,” Third Fatty snapped, smacking him on the back of the head. “Don’t jinx him, idiot. He’s not dead.”

He leaned in, listening closely.

“…He’s snoring.”

The Fatty brothers froze.

Fourth Fatty dragged a hand down his face. “Unbelievable. The guy almost ripped two factions apart… and now he’s sleeping like he just won a pillow fight.”

At the same time, First Fatty stepped onto the platform.

His heavy footsteps struck the stone with deliberate force. Each thud echoed across the courtyard, silencing the restless murmurs.

“Brothers and sisters,” he announced, voice steady. “As you can see, our Ninth Brother has reached his limit. The fight ends here.”

His sharp gaze swept across the crowd—a clear warning.

“We don’t want any trouble. So I ask each of you to swear on your Dao Heart that you will never speak of this fight to anyone outside this place.”

He paused, letting the weight of his words settle.

“We will not allow outer disciples to be humiliated by a servant and turned into a laughingstock.”

Silence fell.

Everyone understood.

This fight had shattered the pride of both the Dragon Group and the Tiger Group. If word got out, their reputations would be ruined. And if anyone tried to stir up trouble because of gossip…

They might not live long enough to regret it.

Excitement wasn’t worth dying for.

One by one, the spectators stepped forward.

“I swear upon my Dao Heart.”

“I swear.”

“I will never reveal this matter.”

Their vows rang solemnly across the platform.

For cultivators like them, the Dao Heart was everything.

A pure heart. A clear mind. Alignment with the will of nature.

To swear upon one’s Dao Heart was no trivial matter. Break that oath, and a stain would form—a dark blemish buried deep in the spirit.

That stain would grow into a flaw. And that flaw would become a demon when attempting to break through to higher realms of cultivation.

Once sworn, the line could never be crossed.

So every single one of them swore.

Meanwhile, far above the platform, at the peak of the highest mountain, a solitary building jutted into open air like a blade slicing through the sky.

It clung to the cliff’s edge, suspended between earth and clouds, as if ruling everything below.

Inside stood two figures.

An old man.

And Li Chingxue.

The old man’s white hair flowed down his back, yet his complexion was ruddy and vibrant. His eyes glittered with sharp intelligence and quiet authority.

Hands clasped behind him, he stood at the edge of the structure, gazing down at the scene below.

His expression was calm.

But unmistakable interest flickered in his eyes.

“What an interesting child you’ve brought back to the sect, Qingxue,” he said with a low chuckle.

Li Chingxue felt a faint headache building at her temples. She lowered her gaze slightly. “Sect Leader, I brought him here only to protect his life. I never expected him to cause this kind of disturbance within the sect. If you wish, I can have him expelled immediately.”

“Oh? Did he poison the elders?” the old man asked lightly.

“No.”

“Did he rob the treasury?”

“…Not that we know of.”

“Then what terrible crime did he commit?”

“He defeated two elite disciples and humiliated both factions.”

The old man laughed softly. “Qingxue, if we expelled everyone competent enough to cause trouble, this sect would be empty.”

“Yes, Sect Leader.” She bowed.

“That child is extraordinary,” he continued calmly. “His cultivation level is low, yet he dismantled stronger opponents by analyzing their weaknesses. He reads people. He calculates. He turns flaws into weapons. That kind of mind is rare.”

As he spoke, he pulled out a small cloth pouch and opened it.

“Try this.”

Li Chingxue leaned closer and saw a food pill inside. She picked it up and swallowed it without hesitation. At her level, food pills were common—mere replacements for ordinary meals.

But the moment it dissolved on her tongue, her expression shifted.

The energy was pure. Dense. Shockingly refined.

“This… is high quality,” she said, unable to hide her surprise.

“Yes,” the Sect Leader replied. He flicked one into his mouth and chewed it casually, as if it were a roasted peanut. “The man you brought rewrote the formula. Our food pills are now twenty times more effective than before.”

He let that sink in.

“He took a recipe untouched for fifty years… and improved it.”

Li Chingxue blinked. “So he’s a genius?”

“No,” the old man corrected evenly. “A genius makes small improvements. This one makes everyone else look unemployed.”

He laughed heartily.

“Qingxue, you’ve done this sect a great service by bringing him here. The Pill Refinement Department has already requested him. They want to take him under their wing.”

Li Chingxue straightened. “Yes, Sect Leader.”

He glanced at her, sharp eyes unreadable.

“I stopped them. For now, let the young man enjoy his time in the Wudang Sect. There’s no need to rush.”

His tone shifted—firmer.

“But if he ever enters the ranks of the outer disciples, remember this—send him to the Pill Refinement Department immediately.”

It wasn’t a suggestion.

It was an order.

—

The next morning, Alex woke up in his room.

The soreness lingered deep in his muscles. His body felt like it had been beaten with iron rods. But the pain wasn’t what troubled him most.

It was regret.

He stared at the ceiling, jaw tight.

He never should have stepped onto that platform. Never should have exposed himself like that. In a place crawling with cultivators stronger than him, standing out was the fastest way to get killed.

He was supposed to stay hidden. Quiet. Invisible.

All he needed was time—time to find a way out of this world and return to Xia, to Estoria… even to Prussia, if he had to.

“I came here to survive,” he muttered bitterly. “Not to die like an idiot.”

He knew the truth.

He was still weak.

This place was filled with monsters wearing human faces. Powerhouses far beyond him were everywhere. He was meant to be a shadow no one noticed.

Not a target.

“Fudge!” he snapped, sitting up abruptly.

“I’m not leaving the kitchen again. Not unless I absolutely have to.”

His eyes hardened.

“And I’m going to cultivate. I’m going to get stronger. I’ll reclaim my former power.”

He clenched his fists.

“When I reach that level again, I don’t care who stands in my way. No one will be able to stop me from walking out of here.”

He jumped out of bed, grabbed several pills from the kitchen storage, and swallowed them one after another. Then he sat cross-legged on the floor, closed his eyes, and immediately began cultivating.

This time, there would be no showing off.

Only growth.

Only power.

And the long, deliberate preparation for escape.