The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 598

One of the elders from Thousand Herbs Peak narrowed his eyes at Alex, a deep frown creasing his face.

“Who is contestant number 777?” he asked sharply.

The staff member beside him hurriedly checked the records, hands slightly trembling. “He’s registered under the name Jun Jiu.”

The elder’s expression darkened instantly, his gaze turning cold and hostile.

“So… you’re the one called Jun Jiu.”

A flicker of memory surged through his mind—three months ago. His nephew, Han Fei, dead. Killed because of this man.

The one who carried out the execution had been a Peak Leader. Someone far above him.

He hadn’t been able to act then.

So he waited.

Waited for the right moment.

Waited to strike back.

His eyes shifted, glancing toward the central viewing platform where the Peak Leader sat, calmly watching the fights unfold.

“Your time is running out,” the elder muttered under his breath, a thin, dangerous smile forming.

Not just the Peak Leader.

The Wudang Sect Master as well.

He had already made contact with the Murim Alliance. The wheels were in motion. It wouldn’t be long before Wudang fell under their control.

He could be patient for that.

But this… this outer disciple?

The one responsible for Han Fei’s death?

That was different.

That didn’t require patience.

The elder suddenly rose from his seat—and in the next instant, he was gone.

A blur.

Then he landed directly in Alex’s arena.

At that very moment, Alex’s opponent was already on his knees, head bowed in surrender.

The entire arena fell silent.

The elder stepped forward, his presence pressing down like a storm.

“You. Number 777.” His voice was sharp, cutting. “What kind of black magic are you using?”

His eyes locked onto Alex, filled with suspicion—and something darker.

Among cultivators, black magic was forbidden.

A taboo.

It was the art of sacrifice, of trading lives for power, of making pacts with demons.

Anyone accused of it… was as good as dead.

Alex met his gaze calmly, though he could clearly feel the hostility radiating from the man.

“I’m not using any magic,” he said evenly.

The elder’s eyes narrowed further.

“Then what? You bribed them?” he snapped. “You forced them to kneel so you could win? You dare break the sacred laws of this tournament?”

His aura flared, oppressive and suffocating.

“You will be punished.”

Alex exhaled slowly, irritation flashing across his face.

“…And who are you supposed to be?”

“I am Elder Han!” the man barked, his voice thundering across the arena. “How dare you not recognize your own elder? I hereby sentence you to imprisonment for disrupting this match!”

“I’ve fought every match fairly,” Alex said. “On what grounds are you accusing me?”

Elder Han didn’t bother answering.

He snapped his fingers.

A sharp metallic hum sliced through the air as his sword shot up, hovering beside him like a living thing, its blade gleaming with lethal intent.

“You still refuse to submit?” Elder Han’s voice dropped, cold and merciless. “Then I’ll carve your legs off where you stand—leave you screaming on the ground until you learn what it means to kneel.”

His gaze hardened, filled with cruel satisfaction.

“And when you can’t even crawl anymore… I’ll drag what’s left of you to prison like a broken animal.”

For a moment, the arena held its breath.

Then—

Alex laughed.

It wasn’t loud.

But it was clear.

And it carried.

“So…” Alex tilted his head slightly, looking at the elder with open disdain. “Even the Peak Lords haven’t said a word, but you’re already jumping in to show off.”

A faint smirk touched his lips.

“Aren’t you worried I might slap you across the face in front of everyone here?”

A ripple of shock spread through the crowd.

Alex’s gaze hardened.

“But since you’re so eager to take my legs…” he said, his voice turning colder, sharper, “then it’s only fair I take yours instead.”

Silence.

Complete, suffocating silence.

Elder Han froze.

The spectators froze.

Every disciple in the arena stared in disbelief.

An outer disciple… daring to speak to an elder like this?

In Wudang, outer disciples were nothing.

When an elder spoke, they obeyed.

If an elder said prison—they went to prison.

If an elder wanted their legs—

They gave them.

No one resisted.

No one dared.

And Elder Han… was notorious.

He had crippled disciples for far less.

“You insignificant outer disciple,” Elder Han said slowly, his voice dropping into something dark and dangerous. “You’ve barely stepped into Qi Condensation… and you dare speak to me like this?”

His sword shifted beside him, humming with killing intent.

“Kneel,” he said. “Cut off your own legs. Offer them to me.”

A cruel smile curled on his lips.

“Or I’ll kill you where you stand.”

Inside, he was already pleased.

Now he had a reason.

A legitimate excuse to kill Alex.

To avenge Han Fei.

But Alex didn’t kneel.

He stepped forward instead.

Calm.

Unafraid.

“You’re weak,” Alex said simply.

“If you can’t even understand what I’m doing… then you have no right to challenge me.”

“How arrogant!” Elder Han roared, stepping forward as well, his sword gliding at his side like a predator ready to strike.

From the main viewing platform—

Li Qingxue shot to her feet.

Her heart tightened as she looked toward the arena, ready to intervene.

“Miss Li Qingxue.”

The Peak Lord’s calm voice cut through the tension just as she stepped forward.

“What Jun Jiu said is correct,” he continued, his tone steady, almost indifferent. “If Elder Han cannot see what Alex is doing… then it only proves his own weakness.”

Li Qingxue hesitated, her eyes still fixed on the arena below.

“But… are you sure nothing will happen to him?” she asked, unable to hide the concern in her voice.

The Peak Lord didn’t answer immediately.

Instead, he watched Alex.

Carefully.

Intently.

“I wasn’t sure before,” he said at last.

A faint smile touched his lips.

“But now… I am completely certain.”

Across the arena grounds, one by one, the fights began to slow.

Then stop.

Disciples turned.

Eyes shifted.

Every gaze locked onto a single stage.

Elder Han.

Alex.

The outer disciples held their breath.

There was no way Alex could fight an elder.

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