The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 632

The next day, the great hall of the Bai Mansion felt too quiet.

Alex lounged in the high-backed chair at the head of the room, one leg crossed over the other, fingers drumming lazily on the carved armrest. Sunlight poured through the open doors and painted long golden stripes across the polished floor.

He had ordered the servants to leave the heavy wooden gates wide open. Let them come. He wanted to watch every greedy face twist when they handed back twice the gold they had stolen yesterday. A simple lesson: you don’t con the City Lord and walk away smiling.

Zhuge Liang stood at his right shoulder.

Hours crawled by. No line of merchants appeared. No clink of returning coins.

Instead, a low rumble rolled up the street—hundreds of boots, mixed with the sharper ring of steel. Then the shouting started.

“Lord Bai must answer for his tyranny!”

“Open the gates! The people demand justice!”

Alex’s eyebrow lifted. He rose slowly and stepped onto the wide balcony overlooking the courtyard. Below, the gates had been thrown open by nervous guards. A massive crowd poured in—every merchant from yesterday, still dressed in their finest silks, but now flanked by a different kind of muscle.

At their head strode a tall man in midnight-black robes embroidered with silver serpents that seemed to writhe under the sunlight. A long scar twisted down the left side of his face like a lightning bolt frozen in flesh. Two curved daggers hung at his hips, and the air around him shimmered with raw power.

“Lord Bai,” Zhuge Liang added, “He is Oh Han. The Dark Serpent. Disciple Leader of the Yin Yang Sect.”

Alex could see, that man bring about forty of his disciples with the greedy merchants.

“What is Ying Yang Sect?” Alex asked. Which Zhuge liang explained.

Ying yang sect was the unorthodox sect had grown fat and bold over the last three hundred years while Wudang withered. Once the orthodox guardians of the Jianghu, Wudang had faded into quiet mountain temples and dusty legends.

Now sects like Yin Yang handled all kind of work—assassinations for jealous rivals, protection rackets for rich merchants, quiet eliminations for anyone who could pay. They answered to coin, not honor.

“So the sect is the Merchant Bulldogs?” Alex nodded.

Oh Han stopped in the center of the courtyard, planted his feet, and looked straight up at Alex with a mocking grin that showed too many teeth.

“City Lord Bai Xaichun!” His voice boomed like thunder rolling across the yard, loud enough to rattle the windows. “Word travels fast in Qingshui. You slice a man in half for refusing your little toys. You slap impossible taxes on honest working women. You lock doors and steal honest merchants’ gold the very next day. Tell me, Lord Bai—” He spread his arms wide, voice dripping with fake sorrow. “—is this how a true ruler listens to his people? Or is this the birth of a tyrant?”

The merchants behind him nodded furiously, emboldened by the tall figure in black. A few even dared to shout agreement.

Oh Han’s grin widened. Then he released his inner force.

The air thickened instantly, heavy as wet iron. An invisible pressure slammed down on the entire courtyard like an avalanche of stone. Servants dropped to their knees, gasping.

Guards clutched their spears, faces turning purple. Even the birds in the eaves fell silent. The weight pressed against Alex’s chest, trying to force him back a step, trying to make the City Lord bow.

Zhuge Liang’s robes fluttered once, but he did not move.

Alex simply tilted his head, eyes narrowing. The pressure slid off him like rain on oiled leather.

He turned slightly to Zhuge Liang without taking his eyes off the intruder. “This kind of thing happen often?”

Zhuge Liang hastily answered. “In the past, my lord, the city soldiers would have handled it. But these days most of them are ordinary men—no cultivation worth mentioning. When Jianghu problems arise, the orthodox sects used to step in. Wudang took care of such matters for centuries. Now…”

He gave the smallest shrug. “Wudang has grown weak. Their name is fading. Unorthodox groups like the Yin Yang Sect have moved in to fill the void. They protect the merchants, handle the dirty work, and answer only to whoever pays the highest price.”

Oh Han laughed, a harsh bark that echoed off the mansion walls. “You see, Lord Bai? Even your own advisor admits the truth. The old rules are dead. The people have spoken. Withdraw your ridiculous demands, open every shop you closed, and perhaps—perhaps—the Yin Yang Sect will allow you to keep your pretty title.”

He flexed his aura again, doubling the crushing weight, eyes gleaming with the promise of violence.

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