The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 608

By the next day, word of the incident had spread across the entire sect—the Thousand Herbs Peak disciple who had crippled four members of the Discipline Committee was all anyone talked about.

Within Thousand Herbs Peak, the reaction was immediate and unified. They stood behind their own.

“How can a Sword Peak disciple cut off one of ours’ arms,” one disciple demanded bitterly, “and when we retaliate, the Discipline Committee suddenly says we’re the ones at fault?”

“They should be investigating Sword Peak instead,” another snapped.

“Exactly.”

A third lowered his voice, glancing around. “But haven’t you heard? More than eighty percent of the Discipline Department… they all come from Sword Peak.”

“That’s true,” someone else agreed. “Sword Peak dominates everything—tournaments, inter-peak battles. They specialize in combat. They’re always the strongest.”

“Not like us,” another muttered. “We study medicine, herbs, formations… other paths. No wonder the Discipline Department always takes their side. Sword Peak disciples have been bullying others for years—and no one stops them.”

A brief silence followed.

Then someone spoke again, quieter—but with a spark of hope.

“But not this year.”

Heads turned.

“We have Jun Jiu now. I heard his techniques are terrifying… that even Sword Peak disciples had no choice but to bow their heads and run—after losing their arms.”

The murmurs spread like wildfire.

Meanwhile, atop Heaven Law Peak—the seat of the Discipline Department—the atmosphere was far colder.

An elder stood at the front of the hall, his expression dark with fury as he looked over the gathered disciples.

“We have been humiliated,” he said, his voice low but sharp enough to cut. “Humiliated… by disciples of Thousand Herbs Peak.”

His gaze hardened.

“Those people… who spend their days tending gardens, refining pills, and treating sword practice as nothing more than a warm-up exercise.”

His fist slammed into the table.

Wood shattered instantly, splintering under the force.

“Do you not feel the shame?” he roared. “They should fear us—not the other way around!”

A disciple stepped forward, lowering his head respectfully.

“Master, this was my failure. I was the one who assigned four of our people to handle the situation.” His voice steadied. “Give me another chance.”

The elder said nothing.

“I will personally lead a group—twenty disciples at the Great Qi Condensation stage, and one at Foundation Establishment. This time… no one will be able to touch them.”

The hall fell silent.

“We won’t just bring Jun Jiu back to Sword Peak,” the disciple continued, his tone turning cold. “Anyone who dared harm our people… will be taken as well.”

His eyes lifted slightly, filled with restrained fury.

“They will answer for it.”

“Go,” the elder said coldly. “I will not tolerate another mistake.”

All twenty-one disciples bowed in unison. “We will bring the culprit back.”

Without another word, they turned and rushed out, heading straight for Thousand Herbs Peak.

They didn’t stop to rest.

They didn’t slow down.

Anger burned in their veins, driving them forward like a storm. Ever since the last incident, the entire sect had begun to look down on them. The humiliation clung to their backs like a shadow.

This time, they would reclaim their honor.

They already knew where Jun Jiu was.

So they went straight for the front courtyard of his residence.

“Jun Jiu!” the leader at the Foundation Establishment stage roared, his voice echoing across the area, shaking the air itself.

Inside the hut, Alex stepped out, his expression calm—almost bored.

“Who’s shouting like that?” he said casually. “My hearing is perfectly fine. You could’ve just spoken normally. Why scream like a madman… or are you deaf?”

“How dare you!” one of the Discipline members snapped. “Jun Jiu, you injured members of Sword Peak. You will kneel, cut off one of your arms, and submit yourself before we take you back.”

His voice turned even colder.

“Jun Jiu! Last chance—kneel and cut off your arm!”

“Oh? Just one arm?” Alex tilted his head.

“Yes. Consider it mercy.”

“Only one?”

“…What, you want to negotiate?”

“No, I’m just surprised.”

“Surprised?”

“You came all this way… and only brought enough courage to ask for one?”

The other Thousand Herbs Peak disciples burst into laughter, the sound loud and unrestrained.

“So the Discipline Department’s members are cowards after all,” one of them mocked.

The leader’s face twisted with rage. His chest rose and fell as anger surged through him, and then he roared—

“Everyone who laid a hand on our people yesterday—every one of you will kneel, follow us to the Discipline Department, and serve one year in confinement!”

The disciples of Thousand Herbs Peak froze, stunned by the demand.

“How can you be this unreasonable?!” Lu Piao shouted, stepping forward, fury blazing in his eyes. “You didn’t even bother asking who was at fault—you just came here to force your twisted version of justice on us! We’re not going anywhere with you!”

At once, the Discipline members drew their swords.

Steel flashed under the light.

“If you refuse to come peacefully,” one of them said, voice dripping with threat, “then we’ll drag you there ourselves—even if we have to cut you down first. Either way, you’re coming.”

“Do you really think force makes you right?” Alex asked, his tone still calm—but now colder. “Do you think calling something ‘justice’ makes it justice… just because the strong crush the weak?”

The leader laughed, a harsh, mocking sound.

“In Murim,” he said, “justice belongs to the strong.”

A brief silence followed.

Then Lu Piao let out a sharp laugh.

“Well said,” he replied, turning to the others. “You all heard him. Justice belongs to the strong.”

His grin widened, fierce and fearless.

“So if we beat them… then we’re justice.”

He clenched his fists.

“Brothers—hit them!”

The leader and the twenty Discipline members burst into laughter.

“You’re not even at Great Qi Foundation,” one of them sneered. “And you want to teach us?”

The leader stepped forward, eyes cold with arrogance. “Fine. Let’s call this justice. If we lose… we’ll admit we were wrong.”

“But if you lose—every one of you will pay a heavy price.”

To them, it was unthinkable.

Disciples at Great Qi Condensation—and even Foundation Establishment—losing to a group made up mostly of fifth-level Qi Condensation fighters?

It defied everything they believed.

In their eyes, the gap between those levels wasn’t just large—it was absolute. It was the difference between power and helplessness.

Like an adult facing a five-year-old child.

A single slap should have been enough.

There was no world in which they were supposed to lose.

“Attack,” Lu Piao said.

He didn’t hesitate.

Despite being only at the fifth level of Qi Condensation, he charged forward without a trace of fear.

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