An Understated Dominance (Maria Vittori) novel Chapter 1987

Before any faction could enter the palace, a massive battle had already erupted. Each group was determined not to yield to others, with everyone vying for the first entry.

The logic was simple—the first one inside would naturally secure the most treasures.

At that moment, over a dozen forces were clashing violently, creating a scene of intense carnage.

In the face of tremendous wealth, the struggle for dominance reached a point where even strangers, let alone brothers, could turn on each other.

"The Drakes Dominion Order has business here. Retreat immediately!" Yonah led his group as they charged forward, announcing their identity.

It was an attempt to intimidate the competitors with their sect's prestige.

"To hell with the Drakes Dominion Order! We of Shadow Isle aren't afraid of you!"

"Hmph! The Drakes Dominion Order may be formidable, but we from the Elysian Sect are no weaklings either! Whoever dares block our path to wealth will meet their end!"

"Damn it! Who the hell ambushed me? Brothers, let's take them down!"

Using the name of the Drakes Dominion Order didn't cause much of a stir, given that the forces that managed to make their way here naturally had respectable backgrounds.

Although the Drakes Dominion Order was considered king in Southwest, they weren't the sole dominant force. Not to mention, martial sects from Northwest and foreign factions were also in attendance.

In the event of a full-blown conflict, everyone had a fair chance.

"Bran! Let's join forces and forge a path through the chaos. We'll seize the opportunity to enter the palace first!" Yonah glanced over at Bran.

"Alright!" Bran nodded resolutely.

"Charge!"

Upon receiving the signal, Yonah, without a second thought, brandished his sword and charged toward the entrance of the palace.

Bran, along with disciples from the Frostwing Sect, provided cover on the side.

"Quick! Stop them! Don't let them enter first!"

Witnessing the aggressive advance of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect, other factions quickly joined the fray, anxious about being left behind.

"Those who stand in my way will die!" Yonah roared, leading the disciples of the Drakes Dominion Order and the Frostwing Sect into a fierce battle with the surrounding forces.

The scene grew even more chaotic as martial artists fell one after another into the bloody pool.

"Oh my God… I can't believe they're fighting so desperately. They're completely disregarding their lives." Outside the lakebed, Jackson watched the intense battle ahead in silent astonishment.

Fortunately, he hadn't rushed forward. Otherwise, if he got trapped in the chaos, there would be no way out but death.

These people were absolutely nuts!

"In the pursuit of material gain, they chose to sacrifice their lives. At this point, there's no turning back for them." Sophia narrowed her eyes in contemplation, teetering on edge.

The more intense and chaotic the scene grew, the more advantageous it would be for her. Only when these forces engaged in a mutually destructive struggle would she be able to seize an opportunity.

However, remaining on the sidelines carried its own set of risks—if someone else claimed the treasures first, she could end up with nothing.

In the end, it all came down to patience and luck. As long as she held her ground and managed to catch a fortunate break, she could potentially turn out to be the ultimate victor.