The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 559

Alex locked eyes with the head soldier and felt it clearly—the man wanted him dead.

Not as a threat. Not as intimidation. Real killing intent.

Alex hadn’t felt that sensation in a long time.

The fear of death.

In the past few days, he had brushed against death again and again.

Each close call dragged him back to an older memory—back to when he was young, powerless, hunted, when people tried to kill him as casually as swatting a fly.

Those were things he had long forgotten, buried the moment he became king.

“Everyone!” a voice suddenly roared through the square. “Magistrate Bai Xi wants to kill City Lord Bai Xiaochun so he can steal the City Lord’s position permanently!”

The shout was loud enough to tear through the chaos.

People who had fled earlier but hadn’t gone far froze. Heads turned. Bodies leaned out from alleys and behind stalls.

One by one, citizens gathered at the edge of the square, watching from what they thought was a safe distance.

At the entrance, the head soldier had already swung his sword toward Alex.

The blade stopped halfway through the air.

“The corrupt judge wants to seize power!” another voice cried.

“Where is the justice?!”

The head soldier stiffened. He glanced around and realized dozens—then hundreds—of eyes were fixed on him. Unease crept into his expression. He turned toward Bai Xi, waiting for orders.

Bai Xi’s heart pounded.

He had waited half a year for Bai Xiaochun to die. He had schemed, manipulated, set traps—each one failing at the last moment. This time, he couldn’t afford hesitation.

If Bai Xiaochun died now, the problem would disappear forever.

A dead man couldn’t accuse him.

A dead man couldn’t reclaim anything.

Bai Xi’s lips tightened. He gave a subtle nod.

The head soldier’s hesitation vanished. He swung his sword down at Alex with brutal speed.

Then—

Clang!

Something struck the blade.

The sword jerked violently off course and flew from the soldier’s hand, spinning through the air before crashing to the ground.

Silence slammed into the square.

A single copper coin bounced once, twice, then rolled to a stop on the stone floor.

“Who dares!” the head soldier shouted.

A woman in flowing blue robes stepped forward. Her posture was calm, her gaze icy as it swept over the head soldier and then settled on Bai Xi.

Bai Xi’s face changed instantly. He rushed forward and bowed deeply. “Pure Snow Sword Maiden, immortal Li Qingxue of the Wudang Sect.”

The moment the name left his mouth, the entire square reacted.

Citizens dropped to their knees in unison, heads lowered, bodies trembling.

Among the people of Xia, there were two kinds of figures they feared. First were the officials who served directly under the king—men who controlled law, punishment, and life itself.

Second were martial artists, warriors of the wuxia world, who could kill ordinary people as easily as breathing.

But both of those groups feared a third.

Cultivators.

Those who had shattered the mortal realm and stepped onto the path of immortality.

Anyone who could live beyond a hundred years had already crossed that threshold. To common people, cultivators were no longer human they are immortals.

And Li Qingxue was no ordinary cultivator.

She was one of the Ten Most Beautiful immortals in all of Xia—famous not just for her beauty, but for the cold sword in her hand and the blood she had spilled.

Before anyone could speak, the woman in yellow robes stepped forward, her voice sharp and mocking.

“You fat pig,” she snapped at the Bai Xi. “We were standing right here. We clearly saw you trying to kill this man simply because he gave his money to the poor.”

Bai Xi’s heart sank.

He had no idea these two immortal maidens were present.

He hurriedly bowed again. “Wind-Piercing Sword Fairy, immortal Sun Muran. This young man was not distributing his own money. We were only trying to arrest him.”

Many wanted to scream that Bai Xi was a demon wearing human skin. That he sucked the poor dry and crushed anyone who resisted him. But their mouths stayed shut.

Because in Qingshui City, Bai Xi was the law.

And the law could kill.

“It is human nature to follow the will of Heaven,” Zhuge Liang said clearly, his voice steady and unshaken. “And by Heaven’s will, Bai Xiaochun is the City Lord. Chosen by Heaven itself.”

He lifted his head, eyes firm.

“We are ordinary citizens. We worship Heaven, and we follow Heaven’s will. We do not follow human greed.”

He bowed deeply.

“Immortal Sun. Immortal Li. Please grant us justice so we may obey Heaven’s will. If we abandon it and follow human ambition instead, Heaven will answer with disaster.”

Alex watched quietly.

He had already sensed it—the people of Xia believed Heaven was the source of all creation. To them, the natural order mattered above all else.

Cultivators sought immortality by aligning themselves with that order. Anyone who defied Heaven’s will did not walk the immortal path—they walked the demonic one.

Sun Muran, dressed in yellow robes, turned her gaze to Bai Xi.

“I order you to return the City Lord’s position to Bai Xiaochun,” she said. “In accordance with Heaven’s will.”

“But—Young Miss Sun—” Bai Xi tried to speak.

Sun Muran’s eyes flicked toward him.

Bai Xi’s body jerked violently. He opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood, stumbling backward.

“Please forgive me, Young Miss Sun,” Bai Xi said hastily, panic flooding his face. “I will return the City Lord’s seal at once.”

He straightened his robes and walked toward Alex, forcing a weak, fatherly smile. In his hand was the black gold seal engraved with the words Qingshui City.

“Xiaochun,” he said gently, lifting the seal as if it were a gift. “I am your uncle—the only family you have left. The only one who truly loves you. Everything I have done was for your own good.”

Alex said nothing. He simply looked at him.

Bai Xi stepped closer, close enough that it almost looked like he was about to embrace him. His voice dropped into a poisonous whisper meant for Alex alone.

“Don’t you dare take the City Lord’s seat,” he hissed. “Or I will kill you. Never forget who you really are, you bastard.”

He truly believed it, as he always had—that the timid Bai Xiaochun would return, bow his head, and step back into the shadows where he belonged.