The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 611

“You call yourself my elder?” Alex laughed.

“Don’t make me laugh. You came here with killing intent. You wanted to burn this entire garden, cut off our arms, and even kill us if we refused to obey.”

“What kind of elder would do that? All I see is an enemy,” Alex said, shaking his head. “And I have no mercy for my enemies.”

“Please,” Elder Tong begged. “We are all disciples of the Wudang Sect. There is no need to be so heavy-handed. Please give me the antidote.”

He could already feel his cultivation beginning to dissipate, and if this continued any longer, he would soon reach the point of no return.

He would lose his chance to remain a cultivator forever.

Alex shook his head. “If I showed mercy to every enemy I had, I would have died long ago.”

“This world has karma. You chose your actions. Then accept the consequences. You chose to make me your enemy. Then I am your worst nightmare.”

Alex raised his hand. “Brothers! These people came here intending to cut off our arms and punish us for something we didn’t even do.”

“And if we refused to comply, they were going to kill us. Do you really think we should show mercy to people like them?”

The disciples fell silent.

Because they all knew the truth.

They were also part of the Wudang Sect.

Alex swept his gaze across all of them. “Remember this well. If someone treats you with kindness, repay them with twice the kindness, because they carry gratitude in their hearts and speak the same language as your soul.”

“But if someone treats you with cruelty and harshness, then answer them in the same language they chose.”

“Show weakness to hyenas, and they won’t see mercy—they’ll see an opening. And they’ll tear you apart for it.”

His gaze hardened, voice low and steady.

“Kindness is meant for human, for those who understand it… not for creatures like them.”

“That way, you will never be the one being exploited.”

Alex stepped forward. “They came here to hurt us. If we had been weaker, we would have been the ones suffering, and they would have laughed while doing it. But now that they see we are stronger, suddenly they ask us for kindness?”

“To hell with that attitude. If they strike with a heavy hand, then they could only expect a heavy hand in return.” Alex raised his hand.

“They came here to hurt you… and we weren’t supposed to fight back at all?” Alex’s voice turned cold. “Then the time is now.”

He stepped forward, eyes sharp and merciless.

“Go. Take down every single one of them who came with the intent to harm you. Strip them of everything they have. Force them to sign a slave contract for five years.” His tone dropped even lower. “And if they refuse… kill them, just like they intended to kill us.”

The entire Discipline Department froze in shock.

Even Elder Tong’s face went pale.

“You… you can’t do this to us!”

Alex moved without hesitation.

Slap!

The sound echoed sharply as his hand struck Elder Tong across the face, sending him staggering.

“So you’re saying I can’t kill you,” Alex said, his voice laced with icy contempt, “but you can kill me?” He tilted his head slightly. “What kind of twisted logic is that?”

“What kind of justice is that?”

“We are the Discipline Department!” Elder Tong shouted, his voice trembling with both anger and fear.

Behind him, the other disciples quickly echoed in agreement.

Alex’s gaze swept across them, slow and unforgiving.

“You hide behind titles. You claim your duty is to uphold justice.” His lips curled slightly. “But all I see… is people abusing it.”

He took a step closer.

“And what I’m doing right now?” His voice hardened. “This is real justice. An eye

for an eye. An arm for an arm.”

Alex raised his hand.

“Do it.”

The command fell like a hammer.

The Thousand Herbs Peak disciples hesitated.

They were gardeners. Apothecaries. People who nurtured life, not took it. They weren’t swordsmen. They weren’t killers. Most of them had never even raised a hand against another person.

This… wasn’t their world.

“Brother!” Lu Piao’s voice broke the silence as he stepped forward. “Big Brother is right!”

He clenched his fists, his voice rising with emotion.

“If it weren’t for him, we might already be locked in a prison cell… or worse!” His eyes burned as he looked at the others. “Right now, we’re the ones in control. And you want to show mercy to people who came here to kill us?”

He shook his head.

“We’re not doing anything wrong. We’re just giving back what they tried to give us.”

“…He’s right.”

One voice after another began to rise.

“We’re not people who can be beaten without fighting back.”

“Just because they’re from the Discipline Department doesn’t mean we have to bow.”

“Exactly.”

A disciple stepped forward, his expression hardening. “Today… I’ll take a slave for five years.”

Something shifted.

The hesitation broke.

The Thousand Herbs Peak disciples surged forward.

They rushed toward the members of the Discipline Department, their fear replaced by anger and a newfound resolve.

Some targeted those who looked wealthy—dragging them down, stripping away their robes, taking everything of value.

One by one, others followed.

At first, it was only a few.

Then dozens.

Then hundreds.

Within moments, chaos spread across the entire area as over a hundred, then several hundred Discipline Department disciples—most of them injured—were forced to their knees, their possessions taken, their dignity stripped away.

Bodies trembled. Faces burned with humiliation.

A disciple stood over one of them, his voice cold but steady.

“Swear it.”

He looked down at the man beneath him.

“Swear on your Dao Heart that you will serve me for five years. Work in the gardens. Do whatever I command.”

His eyes narrowed.

“And I won’t kill you.”

The entire Discipline Department was drowning in humiliation.

They had always stood above the others—the so-called elite, the enforcers of order. Never, not even in their worst imagination, had they thought they would be reduced to this… kneeling, stripped, and powerless.

“How dare you!”

A furious roar exploded through the air, so loud it made every disciple’s ears ring.

All heads snapped upward.

Two figures descended from the sky.

“Leader!” the Discipline Department disciples shouted in unison, their voices filled with desperation. “Please, help us!”

The leader of the Discipline Department landed heavily, his presence pressing down like a mountain. His eyes locked onto Alex, cold and filled with authority.

“You’ve gone too far,” he said, his tone sharp with warning. “Greed and humiliation have their limits. Release them. Now.”

Alex burst into laughter.

It wasn’t amused. It was mocking.

“So you’re their leader?” he said, shaking his head. “Then I guess you’re just another dog among dogs.”

His gaze hardened.

“They came here to kill us. To cripple us. To destroy everything we have.” His voice grew colder with each word. “And now you show up… not to judge them, but to tell us to forgive?”

He took a step forward.

“Tell me something,” Alex said, his eyes burning. “Are you here to uphold justice… or bury it? Did you turn a blind eye to what they did to us—yet expect us to do the same when they tried to kill us?”

His voice sharpened, cutting through the air.

“Is that the justice you serve?”

The leader’s expression darkened.

He knew Elder Tong had crossed the line.

But what Alex was doing now… that wasn’t justice either.

“Let them go,” the leader said again, his voice firm. “I will forget eveythign happen here.”

“You can forget anything you want,” Alex said, shaking his head without hesitation. “But I remember every harm done to me.”

His voice turned cold, unwavering.

“I won’t let them go. Not without paying for what they’ve done.”

A suffocating pressure suddenly flooded the area.

The leader released his Core Formation aura.

It crashed down like an invisible storm, forcing many disciples to tremble. Some collapsed to their knees, unable to withstand the overwhelming force.

Even Alex’s body shook under the pressure.

But he smiled.

“You can try,” Alex said calmly. “But the moment you step forward…”

His eyes locked onto the leader’s.

“…we become enemies.”

His voice dropped, sharp as a blade.

“And from that moment on, you’ll never again be someone I can respect as the leader of the Wudang Sect’s Discipline Department.”

The leader’s pupils shrank.

How could this outer disciple—someone only at the Great Qi Formation stage—dare to threaten him?

His aura surged even stronger.

More disciples dropped to their knees, gasping under the crushing weight.

“You dare speak to me like that?” the leader said, his voice turning dangerous. “You’ll regret those words when you fall into my hands.”

Alex didn’t flinch.

Instead, his smile deepened—colder, darker.

“You should be the one thinking about what happens… if you fall into mine,” he replied. “Because when that happens…”

His gaze turned merciless.

“It won’t be pretty.”

A brief pause.

“Maybe I’ll strip you too,” Alex added lightly. “Make you kneel. Make you serve me as my slave.”

The words landed like a slap.

The leader froze for a fraction of a second—

Then something inside him snapped.

He had never—never—been insulted like this in his entire life.

“You’re courting death!”

With a furious roar, the leader of the Discipline Department surged forward, his killing intent exploding into the air.

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