Read The Almighty Dominance Novel (Alexander Leonhart and Sophia Lancaster) by Sunshine Updated 2025 -26 - The Almighty Dominance Chapter 612

The Almighty Dominance Chapter 612

Without warning, Alex drew his sword and pressed the blade to Elder Tong’s throat.

At the same time, Lu Piao and the Thousand Herbs Peak disciples—still crushed under the overwhelming pressure from the Discipline Department’s leader—made their choice.

Despite the force bearing down on them, they drew their swords.

Steel flashed.

In a single motion, they pressed their blades to the throats of all five hundred Discipline Department disciples.

The leader’s face went pale. He stopped mid-charge.

“What… what are you doing?” he demanded, his voice unsteady.

Alex met his gaze, eyes cold and unwavering.

“Take one more step,” he said quietly, “and we send every one of them to hell.”

“You dare?!” the leader shouted, stunned.

A sharp, humorless laugh escaped Alex. “Why wouldn’t I?”

His voice turned lethal.

“Cut.”

The command dropped like a guillotine.

At once, the Thousand Herbs Peak disciples obeyed. Thin lines of red appeared across each captive’s throat—just enough to draw blood, just enough to prove there would be no hesitation.

Every eye turned to the leader.

Not one of them cared about their own lives anymore.

But they would make sure those five hundred died first.

Blades pressed tighter. More blood followed—controlled, deliberate.

“Wait!” the leader shouted, panic breaking through his composure. “You don’t have to do this! We’re all disciples of the Wudang Sect. There’s no need for killing!”

Alex’s expression twisted with fury.

“Don’t you dare say ‘Wudang Sect’ to me,” he snapped. “Not after you stood there and let this elder and his five hundred dogs come here to slaughter us.”

The leader flinched. “I know what Elder Tong did was wrong,” he said, forcing the words out, “but threatening five hundred lives—this isn’t right either!”

Alex laughed—loud, bitter, and merciless.

“So your negligence is right?” he fired back. “You stood by while Elder Tong tried to kill us. And now you rush in, pretending to fix your mistake—by attacking me? By saving him? By hurting us?”

“You don’t serve justice. You serve your own pathetic excuses.”

The leader’s lips parted, but no words came.

Alex stepped forward, the blade at Elder Tong’s throat pressing just enough to draw a deeper line of blood.

“How did someone like you become a leader?” he demanded. “All you know how to do is protect yourself.”

His eyes burned.

“And hear this clearly—if these five hundred die, it’ll be because of you.”

Silence crashed down.

“You’re their leader,” Alex continued, voice low and deadly. “You let them come here. You allowed this to happen. Don’t pretend you’re innocent.”

His grip tightened on the sword.

“You should’ve stopped them the moment they crossed the line.”

The leader froze.

Those words hit harder than any blade.

For the first time… he had no answer.

—

At the mountain peak, Li Qingxue stood before the Sect Master and bowed slightly.

“Master… shouldn’t we step in and stop this?”

The Sect Master didn’t hesitate.

“No,” he said calmly. “This isn’t our moment to interfere.”

Li Qingxue frowned. “But… Jun Jiu is about to kill five hundred of our disciples.”

The Sect Master laughed, unconcerned.

“You still don’t understand him,” he said. “He won’t kill them.”

Her frown deepened.

“He’s not killing them,” the Sect Master continued, almost amused. “He’s teaching that fool, Cao Xi, a lesson.”

A brief silence followed.

“If you’re worried about anyone,” he added, “worry about Cao Xi.”

Li Qingxue hesitated. “The Discipline Department leader… he’s in the Core Formation realm. He’s practically unbeatable…”

The Sect Master shook his head.

“Remember this—a higher cultivation level doesn’t guarantee victory.”

—

Back at Alex’s residence, the tension only grew heavier.

Alex’s voice cut through the silence.

“You see all this?” he said coldly. “This happened because of you.”

Cao Xi’s expression stiffened.

“And here’s what happens next,” Alex continued. “We kill these five hundred disciples.”

His tone sharpened.

“Once they’re dead, the Wudang Sect loses five hundred disciples. In your anger, you’ll throw the Thousand Herbs Peak disciples—the ones who did the killing—into prison… or execute us all.”

Cao Xi’s face drained of color.

He hadn’t considered that.

“And that’s not even the end,” Alex went on, eyes locked on him. “After losing that many disciples, do you really think you can walk away clean?”

His voice dropped, deliberate.

“People will start asking questions. They’ll trace everything back… to Elder Tong. And then to you—the leader who failed to uphold justice.”

Cao Xi’s breathing grew heavier.

“After that,” Alex said, a faint mocking smile forming, “the disciples will lose faith in the Discipline Department… and eventually in the sect itself.”

“And you?” Alex let out a cold laugh. “You’ll be punished for your failure.”

Silence swallowed the space between them.

“In the end,” he finished, “five hundred disciples die… and it all still lands on you.”

Cao Xi’s face had gone completely pale.

He wasn’t a fool.

Everything Alex said… was true.

That was why he couldn’t argue.

After a long pause, he finally spoke, voice steady—but heavy.

“…What do you want?”

“What do I want?” Alex let out a low, humorless laugh. “You already know.”

His gaze flicked to Elder Tong, then back.

“This whole mess started with him. And now you think you can clean it up by forcing us to submit?” His voice turned cold and unyielding. “Keep dreaming. We’d rather die than bow to injustice.”

He let the silence sit.

“We want justice.”

Cao Xi took a breath, forcing himself to stay composed.

“If you release them,” he said carefully, “I promise they’ll face proper punishment.”

Alex shook his head immediately.

“No. I don’t trust your Discipline Department.”

There was no hesitation—only certainty.

“I want them to repay what they did to us.” His gaze hardened. “Five years. They work for us.”

“That’s the price,” he continued. “They came here to kill us. We spare their lives—they repay the debt. Seems fair.”

Cao Xi’s jaw tightened.

“And if I refuse?” he asked. “You’ll kill them?”

Alex held his gaze for a long moment… then shook his head.

“No,” he said quietly. “I never wanted to kill them.”

The words hit harder than any threat.

“You were the one ready to kill us to protect them,” Alex added. “That’s why we treated you like an enemy.”

Cao Xi froze.

“Don’t pretend you don’t understand,” Alex continued. “When you protect those in the wrong… you become part of that wrong.”

Their eyes locked.

“You’re not protecting justice,” Alex said. “You’re protecting injustice.”

The accusation landed like a blow to the chest.

“But don’t worry,” Alex went on, almost casually. “I’m not going to kill them. I’m not that low.”

A faint, mocking edge crept into his voice.

“Unlike you.”

Cao Xi’s expression stiffened.

“I only said it was possible,” Alex added. “That I could do it. And if it happened…”

His gaze sharpened.

“…it would be because of you.”

“You let them run wild. That’s where this started. And now you want to force your way through this?” He shook his head. “That just makes you no better than them.”

Cao Xi felt every word land.

He couldn’t deny it.

Couldn’t argue.

Because it was true.

Without another word, Alex lifted his hand slightly.

In the next instant, Elder Tong’s body went limp—his consciousness slipping away.

A quiet gasp rippled through the crowd.

“Let’s fight,” Alex said.

“I don’t think I can beat you,” he admitted. “But I can promise you this—if we fight…”

A suffocating killing intent poured from him, thick and undeniable.

“I’ll die,” Alex said softly. “And you won’t walk away unscathed.”

A dangerous calm settled over him.

“That much,” he added, “I can guarantee.”

And for the first time…

Cao Xi believed him.

This wasn’t a bluff.