The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 560

This time, Bai Xi made a fatal mistake.

He had forgotten one thing.

He was facing Alex.

Alex shouted without hesitation, “Immortal Lu. Immortal Sun. My uncle said that if I dared to take the seal, he would kill me. He clearly has no respect for the two of you.”

Bai Xi’s face drained of color. His brain shut down completely.

He never imagined Alex would pull a move like this—dropping the ultimate snitch card and hauling the immortals straight into the fight like it was nothing.

Sun Muran’s expression turned cold. She took one step forward.

“So, Bai Xi, you little pig” she said calmly, “do you truly have no regard for us? Do you want me to remove your head before you are willing to hand over the position?”

The pressure hit Bai Xi like a mountain collapsing.

His legs buckled. His body slammed into the ground, kneeling against his will.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Bai Xi cried, panic breaking through his composure. “Immortal Sun, this matter is merely a family misunderstanding. I’ll give the City Lord’s seal right now! Please forgive me!”

This was Bai Xi to the core—cruel to the weak, pitiful before the strong.

He scrambled forward, his voice trembling. “My nephew… I was wrong. Please, just take the seal!”

He practically threw it at Alex.

Alex caught it and lowered his gaze.

The black-gold seal rested in his palm.

It was small—no larger than his hand—yet impossibly heavy. Dragons and clouds were carved into its surface, ancient and imposing. At its center were the words: Qingshui City.

Power, authority, and countless lives were bound to this single object.

Alex allowed a smile to spread across his face.

It looked like joy.

In truth, it was only an act.

Because his next plan was simple—to escape Xia as fast as possible and return to Estoria.

He raised the City Lord’s seal high above his head.

“From this moment on,” Alex shouted, his voice ringing across the square, “I, Bai Xiaochun, am the one and only City Lord of Qingshui City!”

The crowd erupted.

Cheers burst out from every direction, loud and unrestrained.

Alex stepped forward and met Bai Xi’s gaze. He smiled broadly—mocking, sharp, merciless. He reached out and patted Bai Xi on the shoulder.

“Uncle,” Alex said softly, almost kindly, “you may rest now. From this moment forward, the burden of Qingshui City belongs to me.”

Bai Xi’s smile stiffened. “Xiaochun… you—”

“Everyone,” Alex said loudly, cutting him off.

“I know this city has suffered under a false City Lord. I know you all carry grievances that were buried and ignored.”

He swept his gaze across the crowd.

“Starting today, as the true City Lord, you may come to me. Tell me your injustices. Together, we will settle what has been delayed for far too long.”

His eyes hardened.

“Under the heavens, justice must stand upright. We will no longer allow rats and pigs to trample the people of this city.”

The square fell silent for a heartbeat.

Then the cheers rose again—louder than before.

A roar of cheers exploded across the square.

Men slammed their fists against their chests. Women wiped tears from their faces.

Children screamed and laughed, jumping in place.

“Did he just call Bai Xi a pig?” someone whispered.

“He did!” another muttered, barely holding back laughter. “Even his insults don’t hold back.”

Alex slowly lowered the seal. His gaze dropped deliberately to Bai Xi, sharp and cold.

“Uncle,” Alex said evenly, “I promise I won’t disappoint you. I will investigate every act of corruption, every crime you committed against the people—and I will make sure you live the rest of your life in misery.”

Bai Xi finally snapped.

“How dare you!” he roared. “I am the law here! Who dares to judge me?”

Alex didn’t flinch.

“The law of Heaven comes first,” he said calmly. “The law of the people comes second—because laws exist to protect the people. Without the people, there is no country. Without a country, there is no king. You are nothing but a minor city judge—how dare you place yourself above the people? Even if you call yourself the law, you still have to bend, bow, and kneel before them.”

The crowd erupted. Applause thundered through the square. Voices rose in fierce agreement, shouts overlapping as people slammed their hands together and cried out their support.

Alex continued, “And you—you have hurt the people for far too long. I will gather every one of your crimes and let Immortal Lu and Immortal Sun deliver Heaven’s judgment upon you.”

Bai Xi’s face flushed red.

Fear flashed through his eyes. He understood immediately—Alex was dangerous. He was trying to use Immortal Sun’s authority to crush him completely.

Alex understood something too.

If Bai Xi survived this moment, if he lived long enough for the immortals to leave, he would have countless ways to strike back. Bai Xi would never stop until Alex was dead.

So the only option was clear.

Kill him before he could be killed.

Bai Xi sensed the danger instantly. One wrong move, and he would die here.

Another voice followed, raw with grief. “My daughter was taken to the magistrate’s office two months ago. She never came back!”

“Our farmland was seized without explanation,” an old man shouted. “The next day, a rich merchant owned it. We have no food left. Our children are starving!”

A restaurant owner pushed forward, shaking with rage. “For four months, Bai Xi and his soldiers ate at my shop and never paid a single coin! When I demanded what they owed, they threw my son and daughter into jail for no reason!”

The crowd surged.

Voices overlapped. Tears, anger, and desperation spilled out all at once.

It was as if a dam had finally burst.

Stories poured out one after another—corruption laid bare, sons and daughters vanishing without a trace, cruel punishments handed down for nothing, homes and land seized by greedy officials.

Alex felt his thoughts spin.

No wonder they hated Bai Xi.

He lifted his gaze toward Li Qingxue and Sun Muran. Both immortal maidens were watching him closely. Their expressions were calm, distant, untouched by the suffering around them. There was no warmth in their eyes—only indifference.

To them, mortals were beneath notice. Troubles like this were usually not worth their time.

“City Lord of Qingshui,” Sun Muran called.

Alex immediately stepped forward and bowed deeply. “I, Bai Xiaochun, await your command. Please instruct me.”

Li Qingxue looked at him coldly. “Something—or someone—may be already entering this city. If you or your people notice anything unusual, contact us immediately.”

She flicked her wrist and tossed a sheet of talisman paper toward Alex.

“If you find anything out of the ordinary, activate this talisman. We will come.”

Alex caught it with both hands and bowed again. “Thank you, Immortal. I will report anything suspicious at once.”

Without another word, Li Qingxue and Sun Muran rose into the air. Their figures blurred, then vanished into the sky, leaving Alex alone with the crowd.

The square felt heavier without them.

Zhuge Liang stepped forward at just the right moment, his voice steady and confident. “Young Master Bai,” he said loudly, “the people of Qingshui do not ask for miracles. We ask only for justice.”

He swept his gaze across the crowd.

“There are honest officials in this city—men who refused to kneel to corruption and to Bai Xi. They were dismissed, imprisoned, or destroyed by him. Release them. Restore them to their posts and let them serve you. They will help stabilize the city and strengthen your position as City Lord in your fight against Bai Xi’s remaining power.”

Alex looked at him carefully.

This man wasn’t just clever. He understood power.

The surrounding citizens bowed in unison. “Please give us justice, City Lord.”

Alex let out a slow sigh.

“Fine,” he said quietly.

‘Let’s play the part of a good City Lord—for now, while I recover from my injuries. And when everything finally calms down, I’ll disappear from this place without a trace.’