All Chapters of The Almighty Dominance: Chapter 651
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The ring of five thousand white-robed Wudang disciples tightened like a noose around the five hundred remaining Mount Tai warriors.General Han Feng sat tall in the saddle, sword drawn, his iron-gray hair matted with sweat. The last of his elite—Core Formation elders and hardened Foundation Establishment fighters—formed a tight knot around him, qi crackling like summer lightning. They were the best the Mount Tai sect had ever produced. But five thousand fresh Wudang disciples now surrounded them on every side. Han Feng’s face twisted with fury. He spurred his horse a single step forward and roared, voice carrying across the plain like rolling thunder. “How dare you gang up on us like common street thugs? Where is the chivalry of the warrior? Where is the honor of single combat you begged for?” Liu Piao walked forward alone from the Wudang lines, hands clasped behind his back, white robes untouched by the battle. A faint, almost regretful smile played on his lips. “General, we gav
Chapter 651
In the ruined capital of Qingyang, Liu Dai paced the governor’s mansion like a caged tiger, fists clenched behind his back.Every passing hour felt like another knife pressed against his throat. He had already lost fifteen thousand men without a single proper battle. He would not lose the rest.Thirty-five thousand soldiers remained — hardened veterans, sect disciples, and clan warriors who had survived the mysterious losses of the last two weeks. Yet forging this force into a single, decisive hammer blow would take time.Wagons had to be loaded with grain, arrows, and spare armor. Horses needed fresh shoes. Supply lines to the newly captured cities had to be secured, or the army would starve on the march.They would need two full days to ready themselves. Two days filled with barked orders, the groan of straining axles, and the relentless ring of steel on whetstone. Only then would they march south and bring the matter to an end.In Qingshui City, two hundred miles away, Alex sat beh
Chapter 652
The same day the capital of Yan Province fell, the Wudang machine kept moving.Inside Tianyuan City and across the eight smaller towns, ten thousand disciples and ten thousand drones went to work with clinical precision. Gaia’s silver bands—slim, almost weightless strips of nano-tech fused with ancient concealment arrays—were handed out one by one. Not to every civilian. The supply was still limited. But every headman, every village elder, every city official, every clerk in the tax offices and granaries received one. The moment the band touched skin it bonded, invisible to ordinary eyes, feeding live vision and sound straight back to Mother AI in Qingshui.Control without occupation.The handful of die-hard loyalists—minor officers, Liu Dai’s personal spies, and their immediate families—were rounded up quietly. Drones lifted them into the sky in neat harnesses and flew them south under heavy sedation. They would wake up in Qingshui as laborers.While the disciples handled the provinc
Chapter 653
The camp outside Qingyang had gone quiet in a way no battlefield ever did.Not the hush of discipline. The hush of men weighing their own necks against ten thousand taels of gold.White leaflets still drifted between tents like slow snow. Soldiers stood in small knots, shoulders hunched, eyes sliding toward one another and away again.Every sergeant, every captain, felt the same invisible blade pressed to his throat.The bounty paper was simple, merciless, and everywhere.It made everyone a potential enemy, with a blade aimed at their neck. It left them restless.Although Liu Dai’s inner circle had tried to burn the pamphlets and whipped men for picking them up, it changed nothing. The words were already inside every head.Ten thousand taels for the governor’s head. A city lord’s seat for any man who delivered it. No questions. No punishment for past service.The promise of riches and power hung like a golden chain — tempting, yet shackling every man who dared to grasp it.Then th
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. Tapestrie
Chapter 655
Ling Xue stared at Alex. Her blade was still dripping. Smoke stung her eyes. She wanted to hate him—for the mist, for the way he had stolen five thousand of her men without a single fair fight.But the rage wouldn’t come. Only exhaustion, bone-deep and heavy.A sergeant near the front lowered his spear. Another man followed. Then ten. Then a hundred. Soon, swords clattered to the dirt by the hundreds, their metallic ring echoing across the field alongside the steady crackle of the fire.Ling Xue watched the shift happen in real time. Shoulders slumped. Hands loosened on hilts. Men looked at one another—not with suspicion now, but with something closer to relief.One of the Mount Tai captains stepped forward and drove his sword point-first into the earth.Feng Zhou exhaled slowly, the sound rough in his throat. He met Alex’s eyes across the distance and gave a single, exhausted nod.The rest of the army broke.Swords clattered to the ground by the thousands. Men dropped to their knees,
Chapter 656
A long caravan snaked along the ancient imperial road like a silver serpent beneath the blazing midday sun.At its head, Alex rode a sleek black stallion, reins resting loosely in his gloved hands. His black robes, embroidered with a golden flower crest, billowed and snapped in the warm wind.Behind him stretched an impressive column of officials, elders, and five thousand white-robed disciples marching in flawless formation. High above, drones hummed silently, invisible to the naked eye, feeding crisp surveillance overlays directly into his mind.Zhuge Liang rode beside him.“Changyi is the only choice. It sits at the exact crossroads of Yan and Qing. Two major rivers meet here, the imperial highways cross right through the center, and the high ground gives us sightlines for miles in every direction. Supplies from either province reach us in a day. Troops can pivot north or south before an enemy even finishes loading wagons. From here we don’t just rule two provinces—we hold them lik
Chapter 657
The imperial palace in Chang’an had never felt smaller.Sunlight slanted through high windows draped in crimson silk, falling across the dragon throne where a nine-year-old boy sat lost in robes far too large for him.Liu Xie’s feet did not reach the floor. His small hands gripped the carved armrests and his eyes kept flicking toward the man who truly ruled the empire.Dong Zhuo filled the hall the way a storm fills the sky.He occupied the seat beside the throne rather than the throne itself—an open declaration that the boy was emperor in name only.Gold thread strained across his shoulders. A single finger tapped the lacquered wood in a slow, deliberate rhythm that made every courtier in the chamber hold his breath.Li Ru entered without hurry. The advisor’s footsteps were soft on the polished stone, his dark robes immaculate, his posture precise.In one hand he carried a rolled report sealed with the mark of their southern spies. He stopped at the proper distance, bowed deeply, and
Chapter 658
Alex stood at the central window, hands clasped behind his back. Below him, Changyi moved with the cautious energy of a city still learning who its new master was.Zhuge Liang stood a respectful pace to his right, a stack of reports in one hand and a faint crease between his brows.“Governor,” Zhuge Liang said quietly, “are you certain about sending the soldiers into the fields?”Alex did not turn.“Not exactly as you mean it. A strong country is built on steady food first. Trade follows abundance. Content people come after that. Right now our farmlands are fragile because the Yellow River has never been properly tamed. The soldiers we kept will not simply plant rice. They will build dikes, strengthen flood controls, and expand irrigation channels along the river’s course. Those works will prevent disasters and make the plains reliable. That is the foundation of real wealth.”He finally glanced at Zhuge Liang. “Our drones and the Gaia network will make the work faster and more precise
Chapter 659
A month had slipped past since the day Alex rode into Changyi at the head of five thousand Wudang disciples.The rumors still burned through every teahouse and barracks in the two provinces. But the compound that had once served as the province’s primary military training ground now bore almost no resemblance to its former self.What had been a place of sweat, steel, and shouted orders had become something else entirely: a palace built for silk, perfume, and the legend of a governor lost to his own appetites.Alex walked the central avenue with measured steps. At his side walked Zhuge Liang.“A month, my lord,” he said quietly. “The renovations are finished. Every hall, every private wing, every courtyard has been prepared exactly as you instructed. And in that time we have done as you commanded.”“We opened recruitment to every merchant, every clan head, every family in Yan and Qing that possessed a daughter or woman of notable beauty. Every woman slave we could find. Some came willi