The Almighty Dominance (by Sunshine) novel Chapter 654

The governor’s mansion in Qingyang had become a slaughterhouse.

Steel rang against steel in the torchlit war hall as seven thousand Mount Tai and Puyang Blade Clan warriors crashed into Liu Dai’s loyalists. The governor’s personal guard—three hundred handpicked killers—met them head-on, but they were outnumbered twenty to one and they knew it.

Ling Xue carved through the chaos like a storm. Her sword flashed low and vicious, opening a man’s throat before he could raise his blade.

Blood sprayed hot across her cheek. She didn’t slow. Another guard lunged at her from the side; she pivoted, drove her elbow into his jaw, and rammed her sword through his ribs.

The man gasped once, eyes wide with shock, then crumpled.

Around her, the hall had turned into pure hell.

Grand Elder Feng Zhou of Mount Tai roared as he split a loyalist’s skull with a single downward strike. Qi exploded from his blade in a blue-white arc that hurled three more men backward like rag dolls.

Tables shattered. Tapestries burned. Flames licked up the wooden pillars and climbed toward the rafters.

“Traitors die tonight!” Liu Dai screamed from the far end of the hall, voice cracking with madness. He stood behind a wall of his best assassins, face purple, spittle flying. “Kill them all!”

But his voice was already drowned out by the roar of seven thousand men who had just watched some of their own leaders executed in cold blood.

The fighting spilled out of the hall and into the corridors.

Ling Xue led a wedge of Blade Clan captains down a side passage, boots pounding over blood-slick stone. Loyalists tried to hold a doorway.

She hit them like a battering ram—sword rising and falling in brutal rhythm. One man’s arm came off at the elbow. Another took her blade straight through the eye. She yanked it free and kept moving.

Smoke thickened. The fire had found the upper floors now. Beams groaned overhead. Somewhere above them, a section of roof collapsed in a thunderous crash that shook the entire mansion.

Feng Zhou fought his way to the governor’s private chambers. Two elite assassins barred the door. He didn’t bother with technique.

He simply drove forward, qi blazing around him like living fire, and smashed straight through them. His sword took the first man under the chin and lifted him off his feet.

The second died trying to run.

Liu Dai was waiting inside, back pressed to the far wall, a short sword trembling in his grip. For the first time in years, real fear showed in the governor’s eyes.

“You—” Liu Dai started.

Feng Zhou didn’t let him finish. The grand elder crossed the room in three strides, seized Liu Dai by the throat, and slammed him against the wall hard enough to crack the plaster.

“You murdered our brothers,” Feng Zhou growled, voice low and terrible. “You would have burned our sects to the ground to save your own skin.”

Liu Dai choked, clawing uselessly at the iron grip around his neck. His sword clattered to the floor.

Ling Xue stepped through the broken doorway, breathing hard, face streaked with blood and soot. She met Feng Zhou’s eyes. A single nod passed between them.

Feng Zhou’s blade rose.

The strike was clean. One swift motion. Liu Dai’s head tumbled free and bounced once on the expensive rug before rolling to a stop.

No one cheered. There was only the crackle of flames and the distant shouts of men still fighting in the corridors.

They carried the head outside.

By the time the last pockets of resistance inside the mansion had been crushed, the entire building was an inferno.

Flames roared skyward, painting the night orange and black. Smoke rolled across the camp like a living thing.

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