From Captive to Carnage [4]

Zhao Tian flicked the blood off his blade as his gaze locked onto Rhudamanth Di Gardia.

Unlike the others who had thrown themselves recklessly at Zhao Tian in the heat of battle, Rhudamanth had observed, analyzed, and measured every movement.

He was not the type to engage in battles he was uncertain of, nor was he one to be provoked into rash action.

Yet now, after witnessing the full extent of Zhao Tian's slaughter and after seeing Selena reduced to a broken husk, he had finally deemed it necessary to act.

Rhudamanth's fingers twitched slightly, and the pools of blood scattered across the ground trembled.

The sheer amount of blood spilled in this massacre was immense... enough to serve as a battlefield in itself.

Zhao Tian tilted his head slightly and his grip on his sword remained relaxed, but his aura did not wane in the slightest.

If anything, the pressure in the air only grew heavier.

In the next instant, the ground erupted.