The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 582

Elder Jun Sik’s fist shot forward like a cannonball, aimed straight at Alex’s face. If it landed, there was no doubt about the outcome—Alex would die instantly.

For the briefest moment, regret stabbed through Alex’s mind.

“I shouldn’t have come here.”

The thought barely formed before the strike arrived.

But a split second before Jun Sik’s fist reached Alex’s face, another hand suddenly appeared and clamped down around his wrist, stopping the blow in midair.

The courtyard froze.

“Jun Sik,” a calm voice said. “Is it really necessary for your fist to kill?”

Jun Sik’s eyes flared with anger as he turned his head.

“Xie Han,” he snapped. “Stay out of this.”

Elder Xie Han stood beside Alex, his grip on Jun Sik’s fist firm as iron.

“You’re trying to kill one of my people,” Xie Han said evenly. “How could I not interfere? Did you ask my permission before raising your hand against him?”

Jun Sik’s face twisted with fury.

“I am the elder of the Discipline Department!” he barked. “This brat is accusing me of crimes I never committed. For that alone, he deserves death!”

With a roar, Jun Sik twisted his arm free and threw another punch straight at Alex.

But Xie Han moved faster.

He stepped forward and placed himself between Alex and the attack. His fist shot out to meet Jun Sik’s, the two blows colliding with a thunderous crack.

The impact sent a shockwave through the courtyard.

In an instant, the two elders clashed again.

Fists struck like lightning.

Kicks tore through the air.

They exchanged nearly ten punches and eight powerful kicks in the span of seconds. Every collision echoed like thunder. Their movements were too fast for most people to follow.

The surrounding servants—already standing far away—were still blasted backward by the violent wind from their strikes. Several stumbled and nearly fell from the pressure alone.

These were elders.

Their level of strength was worlds beyond ordinary disciples.

Jun Sik’s face darkened with rage.

“Bastard Xie!” he roared. “Are you trying to die?”

With a sharp metallic sound, he drew his sword.

The blade flashed in the sunlight.

Across from him, Elder Xie Han didn’t panic. He calmly drew his own sword, the steel sliding free with a quiet, lethal whisper.

“Jun Sik,” Xie Han said firmly. “If you don’t want to make this situation worse, you should stop right now. There’s still a chance for you to admit your mistakes and ask forgiveness.”

Jun Sik barked a harsh laugh.

“So you’re still protecting your people?” he shouted. “They attacked the Servants’ Discipline Department!”

Xie Han’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“But the report I received says your department attacked the kitchen first.”

“He’s lying!” Jun Sik snapped, pointing furiously at Alex. “That brat is accusing me of crimes I never committed!”

“He has proof,” Xie Han replied calmly.

“Proof?”

Jun Sik burst into laughter, loud and mocking.

“What proof could he possibly have?”

“The ledger book,” Xie Han said.

Jun Sik laughed even harder.

“A ledger book? That’s hilarious,” he sneered. “There’s no such thing. And if you’re talking about that little book he was holding earlier—it’s already destroyed. There’s nothing left to prove anything.”

For a moment, Xie Han simply watched him.

Then, slowly, he lowered his sword.

Instead of attacking, he turned and walked toward Alex.

Alex was still on the ground, pale and unsteady from the earlier beating.

Xie Han bent down and helped him to his feet. As he did, he placed a hand on Alex’s shoulder and quietly channeled a stream of inner force into his body.

Warm energy spread through Alex’s chest, soothing the pain and stabilizing his breathing.

Only then did Xie Han speak again.

“The ledger book,” he said calmly, “is already in the hands of the Elder Discipline Council.”

Jun Sik’s smile vanished.

“And it’s real,” Xie Han continued. “I believe it’s only a matter of time before the Discipline elders arrive here to investigate.”

The courtyard fell into heavy silence.

“Impossible,” Jun Sik said coldly. “You have nothing.”

“Jun Sik,” Elder Xie Han replied with a faint smile. “This kid is smarter than you think.”

He glanced at Alex before continuing.

“He gave the real ledger book to First Fatty and told him to meet me.”

Jun Sik’s eyes narrowed.

“I instructed First Fatty to deliver the ledger directly to the Discipline Council.”

Jun Sik shook his head immediately.

“No way.”

His gaze swept across the courtyard. Only then did he notice something strange.

There had been eight of the fat servants earlier.

Now there were only seven.

One of them had disappeared.

Jun Sik’s expression stiffened.

“That book was already burned,” he said sharply.

Alex smiled faintly.

“The book you burned was the daily discipline record book,” he said calmly. “I just pretended it was the ledger.”

He tilted his head slightly, watching Jun Sik’s face darken.

“You panicked because you were afraid it was real,” Alex added. “So you destroyed it without thinking.”

Jun Sik’s chest rose and fell heavily.

He understood the situation instantly.

If the real ledger reached the Discipline Council, every one of his crimes would be exposed. The consequences would be devastating.

His eyes slowly turned toward Alex.

Cold.

Murderous.

“You have to die,” Jun Sik said quietly.

“Don’t blame everything on me,” Alex continued quickly. “This didn’t start because of me.”

“It started with Wang Junhao trying to take my position in the kitchen.”

Then his finger shifted toward the older brother.

“And his brother, Wang Junwei, backing him up. He sent forty Discipline servants to storm the kitchen.”

“That’s the real reason we’re all standing here today. That’s why the ledger book came out in the first place.”

“If anyone is responsible for this mess, it’s Wang Junwei.”

Alex gave a small shrug.

“I’m just an innocent passerby who got dragged into it.”

“You?” Jun Sik exploded. “An innocent passerby?!”

His fury erupted.

With a roar, Jun Sik rushed forward and swung his sword in a wide, savage arc at Alex.

But before the blade could reach him—

Two figures suddenly rushed into the courtyard.

Both wore black robes marked with the insignia of the Discipline Council.

One of them stepped in instantly, his sword flashing out to parry Jun Sik’s attack with a sharp metallic clash.

At the same moment, the second man drove his fist straight into Jun Sik’s stomach.

The strike landed like a hammer.

Jun Sik’s body folded instantly.

The air blasted from his lungs as he collapsed to the ground, doubled over in pain.

A shocked murmur swept through the crowd.

“The Discipline Elders…”

Everyone in the courtyard recognized the black robes.

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