The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) 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.

Li Qingxue’s face stayed ice-cold. She didn’t even blush. “Let’s begin.”

The moment the words left her lips, Oh Han exploded forward. His daggers flashed out, inner force roaring like a black storm. He moved faster than the eye could track, serpent energy coiling around him, ready to crush her in a single brutal rush.

Li Qingxue drew her sword.

One move.

A single, clean arc of silver light—no flourish, no shout, no wasted breath. The blade sang once, soft as a whisper.

Oh Han’s head left his shoulders before his foot even touched the ground again.

It tumbled through the air, eyes still wide with arrogant shock, mouth frozen mid-taunt. The body took two more stumbling steps, blood fountaining from the neck like a broken fountain, then collapsed in a twitching heap right at the feet of the screaming merchants.

The Pure Snow Sword Maiden flicked a single drop of blood from her blade, sheathed it, and turned to Alex with perfect calm.

“Can I return now?”

“Wait a bit,” Alex said, rising to his feet. “Maybe there’s someone else you need to cut. You’ll have to deal with the whole Yin Yang Sect right now.”

The courtyard fell deathly silent. The only sound was the steady patter of blood still pumping from Oh Han’s severed neck onto the stones. The merchants, who had stormed in demanding justice, now stood frozen, faces as pale as old paper, staring at the decapitated leader of the region’s most feared unorthodox sect.

One of them fainted on the spot.

Alex approached them, that same slow, sharp smile curving his lips.

“Now… who else wants to negotiate the payment?”