Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 611

“You call yourself my elder?” Alex let out a short, humorless laugh.

“Don’t make me laugh. You came here with killing intent. You wanted to burn this entire garden, cut off our arms, and kill us if we didn’t obey.”

“What kind of elder does that? All I see is an enemy,” he said, shaking his head. “And I don’t show mercy to my enemies.”

“Please,” Elder Tong begged. “We’re all disciples of the Wudang Sect. There’s no need to go this far. Give me the antidote.”

He could already feel his cultivation slipping away. If it continued, he would soon cross the point of no return.

He would lose his future as a cultivator—forever.

Alex shook his head. “If I showed mercy to every enemy I’ve faced, I’d have died a long time ago.”

“This world runs on karma. You made your choices—now accept the consequences. You chose to make me your enemy. So now… I’ll be your worst nightmare.”

He raised his hand.

“Brothers! These people came here to cripple us—cut off our arms—for something we didn’t even do.”

“And if we refused, they were going to kill us. Do you really think people like that deserve mercy?”

The disciples fell silent.

Because they all knew he was right.

They were members of the Wudang Sect too.

Alex’s gaze swept over them. “Remember this—if someone treats you with kindness, repay it twice over. That’s how people who understand each other live.”

“But if someone treats you with cruelty, answer them in the same language they chose.”

“Show weakness to hyenas, and they won’t see mercy—they’ll see an opening. And they’ll tear you apart for it.”

His voice dropped, steady and cold.

“Kindness is for people who understand it… not for creatures like them.”

“That’s how you make sure you’re never the one being exploited.”

He stepped forward. “They came here to hurt us. If we had been weaker, we’d be the ones suffering—and they would’ve laughed while doing it. But now that we’re stronger, suddenly they want mercy?”

“To hell with that. If they strike hard, they should expect the same in return.”

His hand lifted again.

“They came to hurt you… and we were supposed to just take it?” His voice turned icy. “Then now’s the time to act.”

He stepped forward, eyes sharp and merciless.

“Go. Take down every one of them who came here with the intent to harm you. Strip them of everything. Force them to sign a five-year slave contract.”

His tone dropped even lower.

“And if they refuse… kill them. Just like they planned to kill us.”

The entire Discipline Department froze.

Even Elder Tong’s face drained of color.

“You… you can’t do this to us!”

Alex moved without hesitation.

Slap!

The crack echoed as his hand struck Elder Tong’s face, sending him stumbling.

“So I’m not allowed to kill you,” Alex said, his voice laced with icy contempt, “but you’re allowed to kill me?” He tilted his head. “What kind of twisted logic is that? What kind of justice is that?”

“We are the Discipline Department!” Elder Tong shouted, his voice shaking with anger and fear.

The others quickly echoed him.

Alex’s gaze swept over them, slow and unforgiving.

“You hide behind titles. You claim you uphold justice.” His lips curled slightly. “But all I see… is people abusing it.”

He stepped closer.

“And what I’m doing right now?” His voice hardened. “This is real justice. An eye for an eye. An arm for an arm.”

He raised his hand.

“Do it.”

The command fell like a hammer.

The Thousand Herbs Peak disciples hesitated.

They were gardeners. Apothecaries. People who nurtured life—not took it. They weren’t fighters. They weren’t killers. Most had never even raised a hand against another person.

This… wasn’t their world.

“Brother!” Lu Piao stepped forward, breaking the silence. “Big Brother is right!”

His fists clenched, voice rising with emotion.

“If it weren’t for him, we’d already be in a prison cell—or worse!” His eyes burned as he looked around. “Right now, we’re the ones in control. And you want to show mercy to people who came here to kill us?”

He shook his head.

“We’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just giving back what they tried to give us.”

“…He’s right.”

Voices began to rise, one after another.

“We’re not people who just take a beating.”

“Just because they’re from the Discipline Department doesn’t mean we have to bow.”

“Exactly.”

A disciple stepped forward, his expression hardening. “Today… I’ll take a slave for five years.”

Something shifted.

The hesitation broke.

The Thousand Herbs Peak disciples surged forward, their fear replaced by anger—and resolve.

They rushed the Discipline Department members.

Some targeted those who looked wealthy, dragging them down, stripping their robes, taking everything of value.

At first, it was only a few.

Then dozens.

Then hundreds.

Within moments, chaos spread across the area. Hundreds of Discipline Department disciples—most already injured—were forced to their knees. Their possessions were taken. Their dignity stripped away.

Bodies trembled. Faces burned with humiliation.

One disciple stood over a fallen opponent, voice cold but steady.

“Swear it.”

He looked down at him.

“Swear on your Dao Heart. Five years. You’ll serve me. Work the gardens. Do whatever I say.”

His eyes narrowed.

“And I won’t kill you.”

The Discipline Department drowned in humiliation.

They had always stood above the others—the so-called elite, the enforcers of order. Never, not even in their worst nightmares, had they imagined this… kneeling, stripped, powerless.

“How dare you!”

A furious roar exploded through the air, loud enough to make ears ring.

Every head snapped up.

Two figures descended from the sky.

“Leader!” the Discipline Department disciples shouted in unison, desperation in their voices. “Help us!”

The leader landed heavily, his presence pressing down like a mountain. His cold, authoritative gaze locked onto Alex.

“You’ve gone too far,” he said sharply. “Greed and humiliation have limits. Release them. Now.”

Alex laughed.

Not with amusement—but with open mockery.

“So you’re their leader?” he said, shaking his head. “Figures. Just another dog among dogs.”

His gaze hardened.

“They came here to kill us. Cripple us. Destroy everything we have.” His voice grew colder with every word. “And now you show up—not to judge them, but to tell us to forgive?”

He stepped forward.

“Tell me something,” Alex said, eyes burning. “Are you here to uphold justice… or bury it? You ignored what they did to us—yet expect us to do the same when they tried to kill us?”

His voice cut through the air.

“Is that your idea of justice?”

The leader’s expression darkened.

He knew Elder Tong had crossed the line.

But what Alex was doing now… wasn’t justice either.

“Let them go,” the leader said again, firm. “I’ll forget everything that happened here.”

“You can forget whatever you want,” Alex replied without hesitation. “But I remember every harm done to me.”

His voice turned cold, unwavering.

“I’m not letting them go. Not without making them pay.”

A suffocating pressure flooded the area.

The leader released his Core Formation aura.

It crashed down like an invisible storm. Disciples trembled. Some collapsed to their knees, unable to bear it.

Even Alex’s body shook under the pressure.

But he smiled.

“You can try,” Alex said calmly. “But the moment you step forward…”

His eyes locked onto the leader’s.

“…we become enemies.”

His voice dropped, sharp as a blade.

“And from that moment on, you won’t be someone I can ever respect as the leader of the Wudang Sect’s Discipline Department.”

The leader’s pupils shrank.

How could an outer disciple—someone at the Great Qi Formation stage—dare threaten him?

His aura surged even stronger.

More disciples dropped, gasping under the crushing weight.

“You dare speak to me like that?” the leader said, his voice turning dangerous. “You’ll regret those words when you fall into my hands.”

Alex didn’t flinch.

His smile only deepened—colder, darker.

“You should be the one thinking about what happens… if you fall into mine,” he said. “Because when that happens…”

His gaze turned merciless.

“It won’t be pretty.”

A brief pause.

“Maybe I’ll strip you too,” Alex added lightly. “Make you kneel. Make you serve me.”

The words hit like a slap.

The leader froze for a split second—

Then something inside him snapped.

He had never—never—been humiliated like this.

“You’re courting death!”

With a furious roar, the leader surged forward, his killing intent exploding into the air.