The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 555

Alex had no idea what was happening.

People kept shouting a name at him—Bai Xiaochun.

In the Xia language, he understood the words clearly. Bai meant white, pure, clean. Xiao meant small. Chun meant innocent, simple, genuine.

Together, it meant “the small and innocently pure one.” Harmless. Gentle. Naive.

So how in the world was that name being tied to the word rapist?

“Bai Xiaochun!” one of the villagers screamed at him. “Admit what you’ve done!”

Alex’s eyes snapped toward the two women staring at him with fury and disgust. A cold realization slid down his spine. If he handled this wrong, he wouldn’t live another minute.

“All of you!” Alex shouted back. “Just because my father is dead, you start blaming me for everything? I’m telling you—I did not rape anyone!”

“Bai Xiaochun!” one of the women shrieked. “How can you be this shameless? You raped me—and twenty-two others—and now you dare say you didn’t do it?!”

Alex stepped forward, anger blazing through him. This time, he shouted because he knew he was right.

“I am not a rapist! I did not touch you! If I did what you accuse me of, may I die on the spot right now!”

The entire village fell silent.

A wave of hesitation rippled through the crowd. Bai Xiaochun was known as a troublemaker, a rascal, a nuisance—but there had never been proof that he was a rapist.

“I’m telling all of you,” Alex said, “we will go to the judge and prove the truth. Whether I’m guilty or not.”

“How dare you say that!” an old man roared, slamming his cane against the ground. “The judge of this city is your uncle! He has always sided with you! Never with us villagers!”

“How dare you accuse the judge!” Alex fired back.

“He is the most righteous man in this city. It’s not because I’m his nephew, and it’s not because you’re villagers. He sides with truth. If the truth is with you, he will side with you.”

“You cannot scream ‘justice’ and expect it to bend your way just because you shout the loudest! He sees justice for what it is!”

The villagers stared at him in disgust, some looking like they might actually gag at his words.

“Our judge! Our judge!” the old man cried out in grief and rage. “He is the most corrupt man in this entire city!”

“Yeah!” someone else shouted. “Everyone knows that if you pay him enough money, black turns white right in front of everyone!”

Alex didn’t know whether the judge was truly that rotten.

But he knew one thing—he had to stay alive long enough to find out.

“Say whatever you want,” Alex shot back. “The judge is the most honest man I know in this city!”

The villagers were beyond reason now. Their anger had passed the point of argument.

Finally, one of them screamed, “We have to take this city back from the corrupt clan! We’re done being treated like scapegoats! It’s time to kill the Bai clan!”

“Yes!” others joined in, voices rising, spreading like wildfire through the crowd.

Alex stepped forward and shouted over the chaos. “You’re traitors! Hiding among villagers and stirring them up to rebel against the Empire! Do you know what happens because of this?”

“The Empire will send soldiers here and slaughter every one of you! You can try to kill the Bai family—but the Empire will never let you live after this! This is rebellion!”

In Xia, there were two great powers that ruled the land.

The Empire.

And the Murim.

They existed within the same country, side by side, and never interfered with each other.

Villagers paid two kinds of taxes—one to the Empire, and one to the Murim for the protection of their daily lives. The Murim functioned like a legalized mafia within the system, filled with powerful people who could easily kill ordinary villagers if they wished.

Within the Murim, there were three great forces that balanced one another. The Orthodox sect, which existed to uphold justice. The Unorthodox sect, which operated in the gray areas. And the Demonic sect, which used power without restraint.

From what Alex could see, these two women clearly belonged to the Orthodox side.

They were the kind who protected people and delivered justice.

Which meant one thing.

He had to make absolutely sure they did not judge him guilty.

Or they would kill him. Then again, even these villagers were strong—trained from birth. Any one of them could end his life right now without effort.

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