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The Almighty Dominance Chapter 607

Chapter 2249 (Enhanced Version)

On the descending path of Thousand Herbs Peak, six outer disciples from Sword Peak made their way down, their laughter echoing through the quiet mountain air.

“Turns out Jun Jiu’s name was all hype,” one of them scoffed.

“Pathetic,” another added. “He surrendered the moment he heard we were coming.”

“Senior Brother,” a third said with a smirk, “this is Thousand Herbs Peak. A bunch of herb-obsessed fools—planting, refining pills all day. What would they know about real swordsmanship?”

“Exactly. That disciple didn’t even understand how powerful Sword Peak is—and still dared to challenge us?”

“Oh, come on,” someone laughed, nudging his companion. “They’re so weak—even if Jun Jiu showed up, he’d just bow his head and lick our shoes.”

“Yeah,” another chimed in mockingly. “And that idiot friend of his—what was his name? Lu Piao? Lost his arm trying to protect that coward.”

The group burst into cruel laughter.

“Good,” one of them said. “Now we just spread the word—Jun Jiu is nothing but a coward.”

They continued down the mountain—

Until suddenly—

A figure dropped from above and landed directly in their path.

Boom.

Dust rose.

Silence followed.

A man stood there—calm, unmoving… holding nothing but a simple kitchen knife.

“Can someone tell me,” he said quietly, his voice sharper than any blade,
“who was the one… that cut off Lu Piao’s arm?”

The six disciples stopped.

Their amusement faded into irritation.

One stepped forward, sneering. “That robe… Thousand Herbs Peak, huh?”

His eyes swept over Alex with contempt.

“Here’s some advice,” he said coldly. “Wipe that look off your face… or I’ll take your arms too. Just like your friend’s.”

Alex’s gaze shifted slowly—locking onto him.

“So,” he said calmly, “you’re the one who did it.”

The man laughed. “Yeah. So what?”

His grin widened.

“If you don’t get lost right now,” he added, “I’ll take yours too.”

For a moment—

Nothing happened.

The wind shifted.

Then—

Alex moved.

Once.

So fast it didn’t register.

The disciples were still laughing—

Until—

Thud.

Something wet hit the ground.

The man’s laughter died instantly.

His eyes widened.

He hadn’t felt a thing.

Then—

Both of his arms fell.

Blood poured out—dark, heavy, soaking into the earth.

Silence.

Absolute.

“I took one arm,” Alex said quietly, “for Lu Piao.”

His gaze darkened.

“And the other… for threatening mine.”

A scream tore through the mountain.

The man collapsed, writhing.

The remaining five froze—shock crashing into them.

Then instinct kicked in.

Hands reached for swords—

And in that same instant—

A pressure descended.

Invisible.

Crushing.

Alex stepped forward.

“If you draw your swords…” he said softly,
“…I’ll take that as you wanting to fight.”

“Who do you think you’re scaring?” one snapped, drawing his blade—

It barely left the sheath.

Thud.

His arm hit the ground.

He stood there—staring.

Not understanding.

Then the pain came.

Too late.

Too real.

No one saw Alex move.

No one saw anything.

One moment, the arm was there—

The next, it wasn’t.

The remaining four froze mid-motion.

Fear crept in.

If they couldn’t see his attack—

How could they fight him?

“Go,” Alex said calmly. “Take them and leave. Their arms can still be reattached… if you’re fast.”

“How dare you?” one shouted, voice trembling. “Do you know who we are? We’re from Sword Peak!”

Alex tilted his head slightly.

“And this,” he said coldly, “is Thousand Herbs Peak.”

“You came here… and cut off one of ours.”

A disciple whispered urgently, “There are four of us. If we attack together—”

His words stopped.

Cleanly.

His arm dropped.

A heartbeat later—

He screamed.

Alex took one step forward.

Just one.

All of them staggered back.

“I don’t care why you came,” Alex said evenly. “You hurt one of ours.”

“My people.”

His voice dropped.

“And you were going to pay for it.”

A cold sensation brushed their throats.

Like invisible blades.

Like death already claimed.

Someone trembled.

Another nearly collapsed.

One lost control completely.

The smell spread.

Alex walked past them.

“Don’t come here again.”

The next day—

Lu Piao stood before Alex and bowed deeply.

“Thank you… for avenging me.”

Alex glanced at his arms.

Reattached.

Clean work.

Precise.

“Are they okay?” Alex asked.

Lu Piao nodded, flexing his fingers slowly.

“They’ll recover. About a week.”

“Good.”

Silence lingered.

Then Lu Piao bowed again.

“You even used your merit points for me… I don’t know how to repay you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Alex said. “They won’t come back.”

He paused.

“Focus on the garden. Harvest season is coming.”

“Yes, Brother.”

Three days passed.

The story spread like wildfire across Thousand Herbs Peak.

Everyone heard—

How Jun Jiu had crippled Sword Peak’s disciples.

How no one saw his blade move.

How he spent his own merit points to restore Lu Piao.

By the fourth day—

People looked at him differently.

Not just as the strongest—

But as someone they could rely on.

The eldest brother.

“Jun Jiu!”

The shout came early in the morning.

Alex stepped out.

Four figures stood waiting.

Discipline Hall.

Authority radiated from them.

“We are from the Discipline Committee,” one said coldly. “You will come with us to Sword Peak.”

“You assaulted their disciples and severed their arms.”

“You will take responsibility.”

Behind Alex, disciples gathered.

Tension filled the air.

“Responsibility?” Lu Piao stepped forward, anger rising.

“They came here first and cut off my arm! Where were you then?”

Cold gazes fell on him.

“We are the Discipline Committee,” one snapped. “You answer to us. Stay silent.”

“This isn’t fair!” Lu Piao shouted. “Everyone saw it!”

His voice rang out.

“But the moment Elder Brother helped me—you show up?”

His eyes burned.

“Is this justice?”

“No!” the crowd roared.

Hundreds of voices.

Unified.

“Shut up,” one of them snapped. “My word is law.”

Lu Piao didn’t step back.

“I respect justice,” he said. “Not arrogance.”

“You are not the law.”

The man’s expression twisted.

“How dare you—”

Smack.

The sound echoed.

Lu Piao’s head snapped aside.

Silence fell.

“Everyone saw that, right?” Lu Piao said slowly.

“We saw it!” the crowd roared.

Then—

Steel sang.

Blades slid free.

Dozens.

Hundreds.

The four officials froze.

They had never faced this.

Never resistance like this.

“Don’t use weapons,” Lu Piao said sharply. “They used hands—we use hands.”

“Just don’t kill them.”

“You dare—!”

Too late.

The crowd surged.

Chaos exploded.

Fists.

Kicks.

A storm of bodies.

Four against hundreds—

It wasn’t a fight.

It was a collapse.

Authority shattered—

Under raw, collective fury.