Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 610

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 610

Elder Tong swept his gaze across the surroundings, and for the first time, a flicker of shock crossed his face.

The air was thick—unnaturally so.

Mist coiled and twisted around them like something alive, swallowing the land in silence.

“Everyone… this is an illusion formation.”

His voice cut through the haze with certainty. He had seen too many traps to be fooled for long.

Still… the scale of it was impressive.

“I’ll lead the way. Follow me!”

His shout rang out as his inner force surged. Power gathered, dense and violent—then exploded outward in a crushing strike.

The mist tore apart.

The illusion shattered.

Blue sky returned.

Clarity returned.

And there—

Jun Jiu stood at the front.

Elder Tong’s eyes sharpened. “The illusion is gone. Attack!”

The command detonated.

Hundreds surged forward, killing intent flooding the air like a tidal wave.

“Capture every Thousand Herbs disciple,” Elder Tong ordered coldly. “Burn their gardens.”

His lips curled.

“And anyone who resists—cut off their arms. Destroy their cultivation.”

“YES, ELDER!”

Five hundred voices roared in unison.

They charged.

“The formation is destroyed!” Lu Piao shouted, panic breaking through. “Everyone—run!”

But there was nowhere to run.

The attackers showed no mercy.

Those who knelt had their arms severed without hesitation.

Those who resisted—

Were cut down.

Blood soaked into the earth.

Screams tore through the air.

Still… some refused to kneel.

“You’re nothing but gardeners,” one attacker sneered, blade dripping red. “While you played with herbs, we trained our swords. And you dare fight us?”

Elder Tong moved like a storm.

Every strike crushed bone.

Every movement reaped blood.

Then—

Several senior disciples of Thousand Herbs rushed forward.

Elder Tong paused for a fraction of a second.

“So… Foundation Establishment?” he muttered.

Then he smiled.

“Unfortunately… I’ve already surpassed you.”

His aura erupted.

“To me… you are nothing.”

He moved.

And the slaughter began.

Three hours later—

It was over.

Bodies lay scattered across the ground.

Broken.

Bleeding.

Unmoving.

The gardens burned, flames devouring everything—years of care reduced to ash.

Elder Tong stood amidst the destruction.

And he laughed.

“I gave you a chance to surrender.”

His voice dripped with satisfaction.

“You refused.”

He stepped forward slowly, shadow stretching across the fallen.

“Now look at you.”

He tilted his head, smiling faintly.

“Have you finally learned… fear?”

Then—

Everything vanished.

The bodies.

The blood.

The flames.

All of it.

Gone.

Like a dream breaking.

Like a mirage collapsing.

Elder Tong froze.

“…What?”

The battlefield disappeared.

In its place—

Alex’s courtyard.

Clean.

Untouched.

Perfect.

The Thousand Herbs disciples stood around him.

Alive.

Unharmed.

Not a single wound.

Elder Tong’s heart dropped.

At the center—

Alex.

Calm. Still. Watching.

For the first time—

Elder Tong felt it.

Not anger.

Not confidence.

Doubt.

“That’s impossible…” he muttered. “I defeated them… I injured them…”

His mind raced.

If they were fine—

Then who—

A chill crawled up his spine.

Slowly… he turned.

And froze.

Behind him—

His own disciples.

Five hundred of them.

And the five leaders.

All collapsed.

Broken.

Bleeding.

Some clutching shattered limbs.

Some barely breathing.

They looked exactly like the enemies he thought he had defeated.

Elder Tong staggered back.

“No… no…”

The truth struck.

He hadn’t been fighting Thousand Herbs Peak.

He had been fighting—

His own people.

“They… they were…” His lips trembled. “Did I… destroy my own disciples?”

A quiet step.

Alex approached.

Calm.

Unhurried.

“You were trapped inside my double illusion formation,” Alex said evenly.

“What you saw… was never real.”

His gaze shifted briefly to the fallen.

“You attacked your own disciples. Crippled them.”

A pause.

“Some may die… if not treated in time.”

“And their cultivation…” his voice lowered, colder, “you’ve already damaged it.”

“No!” Elder Tong roared. “This is your doing!”

Alex shook his head.

“You chose violence.”

“What you intended for us… happened to them.”

His eyes hardened.

“This is karma.”

“You destroyed your own people.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Crushing.

The five hundred disciples stared in horror.

They had thought they were fighting enemies.

But the truth—

They had been torn apart by their own elder.

Some clutched their cores, faces pale.

Their cultivation… regressing.

The five leaders—

Ruined.

Destroyed by the very man who led them.

“Don’t resent me,” Alex said quietly.

“You’re only reaping what you sowed.”

Elder Tong snapped.

“I’ll kill you!”

He lunged forward—

Two steps.

Then—

He stopped.

His body trembled.

Blood spilled from his mouth.

“What… did you do to me?” he gasped.

Alex stepped forward—

And slapped him.

A sharp crack echoed.

“You dare act arrogant in front of me?” Alex said calmly.

“You’ve exhausted your strength… and still rushed forward.”

He leaned closer.

“Didn’t you notice?”

“The air around me…”

“Is filled with poison.”

Elder Tong’s pupils shrank.

“You… poisoned me?”

“No.” Alex shook his head.

“I stood still.”

“You came to me.”

A faint, cold smile.

“You poisoned yourself.”

Elder Tong’s breathing turned ragged.

“And since you’re already affected…” Alex continued casually, “you might as well know.”

“That poison is called—”

“Cultivation Destroying Poison.”

The words hit like a death sentence.

“The more you breathe… the faster it eats away at your cultivation.”

“By the time this ends—”

“You’ll be crippled.”

Elder Tong froze.

Then—

He felt it.

Deep inside—

His core trembled.

Cracks spread.

Power leaked out uncontrollably.

His face went pale.

This wasn’t injury.

This was ruin.

Everything—

Gone.

His power.

His status.

His future.

And worst—

His protection.

Without cultivation…

He was nothing.

And he had made too many enemies.

“Jun Jiu!” he shouted, desperation breaking through. “We are from the same sect! I only meant to discipline you—how dare you—”

“Really?” Alex cut in calmly.

“Then ask yourself something.”

He gestured to the fallen.

“You attacked them without hesitation.”

“Because you thought they were us.”

A pause.

“So everything that happened…”

“…is because of you.”

Elder Tong trembled.

“You judged without knowing the truth.”

“You chose a side.”

“You enforced injustice.”

Alex’s voice dropped.

“If you want someone to blame—”

“Blame yourself.”

Blood surged up again.

Elder Tong coughed violently.

His body shook.

His strength—gone.

His pride—gone.

Everything—

Collapsing.

His knees buckled.

His voice broke.

“Please…”

He looked at Alex.

Not with hatred.

Not with anger.

But desperation.

“I am your elder…”