The Almighty Dominance novel Chapter 579

One of the Servants’ Discipline members broke and ran away the second the fatties charged.

“You think I’m scared of you?” the burly enforcer roared, barreling forward with reckless confidence.

Alex didn’t flinch.

He had already studied the man’s stance, his breathing, the slight weakness in his guard. The iron wok in Alex’s hand cut through the air and smashed straight into the man’s face with a brutal crack.

Even a Ninth Level Qi Condensation expert had once fallen to Alex when he had no inner force at all.

Now?

Now he stood at the Fifth Level of Qi Condensation. With inner force surging through his meridians, he was on an entirely different plane. Against these men, he was practically untouchable.

It took only seconds.

The fatties and the Servants’ Discipline members clashed head-on, their strengths nearly equal at first glance. But while they struggled, Alex moved like a blade through water—precise, merciless, unstoppable.

One by one, he took them down.

A wrist shattered.

A knee buckled.

A body slammed into the dirt.

In less than a few minutes, it was over.

Nineteen Servants’ Discipline members lay sprawled across the ground, groaning in disbelief. They had come expecting an easy victory. None of them had imagined they would be crushed so completely.

“Fifth Level of Qi Condensation… Impossible! This is impossible!”

Wang Junhao stared at Alex as if he were staring at a ghost risen from the grave. His face drained of color. To release that kind of power so cleanly, so effortlessly—it required the Fifth Level. There was no mistaking it.

But how?

Just months ago, Alex had been nothing.

How could he have transformed so drastically in such a short time?

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go.

Wang Junhao had brought twenty men from the Servants’ Discipline Department. Twenty. He had been certain it would be more than enough.

Instead, they had been wiped out.

The world felt twisted, unreal—like he had stepped into a living nightmare he couldn’t wake from.

He wasn’t the only one shaken.

The burly man from the Servants’ Discipline Department, now clutching his bleeding face, stared at Alex with raw fear. His companions exchanged stunned looks, their earlier arrogance gone without a trace.

Even Eight Fatty and his crew stood frozen, mouths half open, unable to fully process what they had just witnessed.

From twenty elite members of the Servants’ Discipline Department—

Almost all of them had been taken down by Alex alone.

“You… you—” Wang Junhao stammered, scrambling backward on the ground. “You cheated!”

“Cheated?” Alex stepped forward slowly, his shadow falling over Wang Junhao like a sentence being passed. His voice turned cold. “For a long time, you strutted around like a king. You tried to kill me again and again.”

He leaned down slightly, eyes sharp as steel.

“Go on. Try it again.”

His fist shot out without warning.

It slammed straight into Wang Junhao’s eye.

A sickening thud. Then a scream.

Wang Junhao shrieked in agony and collapsed onto the dirt, clutching his face. He tried to gather his strength, tried to rise, tried to fight back—

But his cultivation was only at the Fourth Level of Qi Condensation.

Against Alex’s Fifth Level—refined, explosive, and battle-tempered—he was utterly powerless.

For the first time since he had started targeting Alex, Wang Junhao understood something terrifying.

“Stop fighting!” one of the newly arrived members shouted. “We’re from the Servants’ Discipline Department!”

Eight Fatty blinked. “Oh? I thought you were from the Flower Appreciation Society.”

Around twenty more members of the Servants’ Discipline Department stormed into the kitchen courtyard.

One of the men who had fled earlier now returned at their head, face twisted with shame and rage. This time, they came prepared. Steel flashed as swords were drawn in unison.

The air turned sharp and cold.

The man bristled. “This is your last warning!”

“Funny. I didn’t hear a warning.”

“You’re attacking an official department!”

First Fatty swallowed hard but yanked out his iron wok without hesitation. The others followed, gripping their iron wok weapons and charging forward with raw determination.

Alex moved first.

He shot ahead of everyone like a wolf breaking from the pack.

He didn’t hesitate. He didn’t slow down.

He crashed into their formation before they could fully spread out.

One man’s wrist snapped as his sword clattered to the ground. Another was kicked backward, crashing into two of his own allies. A third took a fist to the throat and dropped instantly.

Alex tore through them like a predator in a flock of chickens.

None of them could stop him.

“You’re attacking the Servants’ Discipline Department!” the burly man shouted, his voice cracking with outrage. “You think this will end well? You will not be forgiven! All of you will be executed!”

At those words, several of the fatties went pale.

Execution.