The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 610

Elder Tong swept his gaze across the surroundings, and for the first time, a flicker of shock crossed his face. The air was thick—unnaturally so. Mist coiled and twisted around them like something alive, swallowing the land in silence.

“Everyone… this is an illusion formation.”

His voice cut through the haze with certainty. He had seen too many traps like this to be deceived for long. Still, the scale of it… was impressive.

“I’ll lead the way. All of you—follow me!”

His shout rang out as his inner force surged. Power gathered within him, dense and violent, before erupting outward in a single, crushing strike. The force tore through the mist like a blade, scattering it in all directions.

In an instant, the illusion shattered.

Blue sky returned.

Clarity returned.

And there—standing at the front—was Jun Jiu.

Elder Tong’s eyes sharpened. “The illusion is gone. Attack!”

The command exploded into motion.

Hundreds surged forward at once, their killing intent flooding the air as they charged straight toward Jun Jiu and the Thousand Herbs disciples.

“Capture every Thousand Herbs disciple,” Elder Tong ordered coldly. “Burn their gardens.”

His lips curled into something merciless.

“And anyone who dares resist… cut off their arms. Destroy their cultivation. How dare they defy the Discipline Department.”

“Yes, Elder!”

Over five hundred disciples answered in unison, their voices thunderous as they rushed forward like a tidal wave.

“The formation is destroyed!” Lu Piao shouted, panic breaking through his voice. “Everyone—run!”

“We failed to stop them—run!” others echoed, fear spreading like wildfire.

But there was no escape.

The invading disciples showed no mercy.

Those who dropped to their knees had their arms severed without hesitation.

Those who refused… were cut down where they stood.

Blood soaked into the earth.

Cries of pain filled the once-peaceful grounds.

Still—some resisted.

Some refused to kneel.

“You’re nothing but gardeners from Thousand Herbs Peak,” one attacker sneered, sword gleaming with fresh blood. “While you were tending plants, we were training our blades. And you dare to fight us?”

Elder Tong himself moved into the battlefield, his figure like a storm unleashed. He struck the nearest disciples without pause, his attacks ruthless and overwhelming.

But then—

Several senior disciples of Thousand Herbs rushed forward, intercepting him.

Their presence shifted the air.

Elder Tong’s expression flickered—just slightly.

“So… you’re at the early stage of Foundation Establishment?” he said, a hint of surprise slipping through.

He hadn’t expected resistance at this level.

But the shock lasted only a moment.

A cold smile spread across his face.

“Unfortunately… I’ve already reached the greater stage of Foundation Establishment.”

His aura exploded.

“To me—you are nothing.”

He lunged forward.

And the killing began.

Bones shattered beneath his strikes.

Arms were severed mid-motion.

His attacks were relentless—brutal—unstoppable.

Elder Tong didn’t slow down. He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t show mercy.

And yet…

The disciples of Thousand Herbs refused to yield.

Even as they bled.

Even as their bodies broke.

They fought.

With everything they had.

The battle raged on—for three long hours.

By the end…

The ground was covered in bodies.

Every Thousand Herbs disciple lay scattered across the earth, soaked in blood, broken, unable to move.

Around them, the gardens burned.

Flames roared high into the sky, devouring everything—years of care, of cultivation, of quiet life—reduced to ash.

Elder Tong stood amidst the destruction.

And he laughed.

“When I gave you a chance to surrender… you refused.”

His voice dripped with cruel satisfaction as he looked over the fallen.

“Now look at you.”

He stepped forward slowly, his shadow stretching over the broken bodies.

“Bones shattered. Arms severed.”

He tilted his head slightly, smiling.

“Have you finally learned… what fear feels like?”

Elder Tong stood alone against hundreds of disciples—and even after exhausting most of his strength, he still won.

He had fought like a madman.

Every strike had been brutal. Every movement driven by instinct and fury. His breath had grown heavy, his body weighed down by fatigue, yet he had not stopped. Not once.

Victory… had seemed absolute.

But then—

Something shifted.

The Thousand Herbs disciples he had cut down… the bodies scattered across the ground… the fire that had consumed the gardens—

All of it vanished.

In an instant.

Like a mirage dissolving under sunlight.

Like it had never existed at all.

Elder Tong froze.

“What…?”

The battlefield was gone.

The blood was gone.

The flames were gone.

And what stood before him instead—

Was Alex’s courtyard.

Clean. Intact. Untouched.

The Thousand Herbs disciples stood all around him, staring—wide-eyed, shocked… but unharmed. Not a single wound on their bodies. Not a trace of blood.

All of them… perfectly fine.

Elder Tong’s heart dropped.

At the center, Alex stood calmly, facing him.

And for the first time—Elder Tong felt something unfamiliar.

Confusion.

No… something worse.

Doubt.

“That’s impossible…” Elder Tong muttered, his voice trembling despite himself. “I clearly… I defeated them. I injured them—”

His mind raced.

If they were all unharmed…

Then who—

Who had he been fighting?

A chill crawled up his spine.

Slowly, he turned his head.

And what he saw made his blood run cold.

Behind him—his own disciples.

Five hundred of them.

And the five leaders he had brought with him.

All of them lay sprawled across the ground—groaning, broken, covered in blood. Some clutched shattered limbs. Others struggled to breathe. Their bodies were twisted in pain.

They looked like… the enemy he thought he had just defeated.

Elder Tong staggered back a step.

“No… no…”

The truth hit him all at once.

He hadn’t been fighting the Thousand Herbs disciples.

He had been fighting his own people.

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