Chapter overview: Chapter 633 from The Almighty Dominance
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All the merchants dropped to their knees at once. The arrogant confidence that had carried them into the courtyard shattered in an instant. Their plan to strong-arm the City Lord had failed spectacularly. Their champion—the mighty Dark Serpent—had been killed with a single stroke by Wudang’s famed sword maiden.
“We don’t have the money with us!” one merchant cried out, voice trembling. “We’ll need to return to our shops and warehouses to gather it.”
Alex regarded them coolly. “I’ll be merciful this once. You have until sunset to return with twice what you owe. Every last coin. Fail, and the consequences will be far worse than today.”
The merchants prostrated themselves, foreheads pressed to the stone in desperate bows. Then they scrambled up and fled the courtyard in a panicked rush, silk robes flapping as they ran.
Zhuge Liang watched them go, his expression tight. “My lord, they won’t return with the gold. They’ll come back with more people—reinforcements from the Yin Yang Sect.”
Alex’s smile didn’t waver. “That’s exactly what I want.”
A few of the remaining Yin Yang disciples edged toward the gates, clearly preparing to bolt and spread the alarm.
Alex turned to Li Qingxue. “Capture most of them. Don’t kill them all—let five or so escape, but make sure they’re injured enough to look convincing when they report back.”
Li Qingxue met his gaze for a moment, a flicker of understanding in her cold eyes. “They will bring more people.”
“Well,” Alex replied evenly, “that’s the game we’re playing. We need more recruits for Wudang. We’ll turn them into our Cannon fodders—our new disciples.”
Li Qingxue moved without another word. In a blur of white and silver, she subdued the fleeing disciples with ruthless efficiency. She captured thirty-five of the roughly forty, leaving them bound and injured but alive. Five others she allowed to slip away, each marked with precise, painful sword cuts that would ensure they lived to tell the tale.
Zhuge Liang wiped a bead of cold sweat from his brow. “My lord… the Yinng yang secet will bring the entire local Yin Yang Sect. They number around five hundred even on thousand if they bring all of them..”
Alex looked out over the blood-stained courtyard, eyes gleaming with anticipation. “Let them come. I’ll summon the Wudang disciples as well.”
Meanwhile, not far beyond the walls of Qingshui City, the Yin Yang Sect’s main stronghold squatted like a black spider on a mist-shrouded mountain peak. Its halls were carved from dark granite, every pillar wrapped in coiling silver serpents that gleamed under torchlight. The air smelled of incense, blood, and cold steel.
The five surviving disciples staggered through the massive iron gates, their robes torn and bloody, faces pale with terror. They half-ran, half-fell into the central hall where Sect Master Yin Long sat on a throne of obsidian and bone. The man was handsome and middle-aged, his hair streaked with silver, eyes like chips of black ice. Flanking him were two beautiful women in revealing clothes.
“Master!” one disciple gasped, dropping to his knees so hard the stone cracked. The others followed, foreheads pressed to the floor. “Oh, Han is dead!”
The hall fell deathly still.
Sect Master Yin Long leaned forward slowly. “Explain.”
The words tumbled out in a frantic rush. They told him everything: the arrogant challenge in the Bai Mansion courtyard, the wager against the Pure Snow Sword Maiden, the single silver flash of her blade. One stroke. Oh Han’s head had rolled across the stones before his body even realized it was dead.
“He mocked us, Master,” another disciple croaked, voice shaking. “He said the entire Yin Yang Sect now belongs to Wudang if we lost. And that cold bitch Li Qingxue… she let us live only so we could run here and deliver the message.”
For three full heartbeats, no one breathed.
Then Sect Master Yin Long rose. The torches flared wildly as his aura exploded outward. Stone tiles spider-webbed beneath his boots. The pressure in the hall became crushing, like standing at the bottom of the ocean.


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