I alone am the Honoured One!-Chapter 720: From Captive to Carnage [8]

Selena’s body trembled violently as Zhao Tian’s gaze shifted toward her.

The chains rattled as she instinctively tried to recoil, trying to shrink away from him, but there was nowhere to go.

Her bloodied wrists were tied, and the sheer pain of her wounds kept her paralyzed against the cold metal.

Her one remaining eye was wide with terror.

Zhao Tian took a slow step forward.

The sound of his boot pressing against the blood-slicked stone echoed in the silent citadel.

The vampires’ eyes darted between Selena’s pitiful form and Zhao Tian, and though some had once served her, not a single one stepped forward to aid her now.

None wanted to share her fate.

Selena’s lips trembled as she forced out a weak, cracked whisper.

"Z-Zhao Tian… p-please… no more… p-please…"

She had taunted him, mocked him, tried to destroy him. And now, with nothing left, all she could do was beg.

Zhao Tian’s expression didn’t change.

As he walked to her, she tried to turn away, but he grabbed her chin, forcing her to look at him.

His grip was firm as his fingers pressed into her bruised skin with bruising force.

He wasn’t going to let her die quickly.

Zhao Tian released her chin and stood and without warning-

SLASH!

A brutal slash from his dagger ripped across her face.

Flesh split open as blood sprayed in a wild arc, and Selena let out a guttural scream as pain exploded through her skull.

The impact whipped her head violently to the side, twisting her neck at a painful angle, and her remaining eye blurred with fresh tears.

But Zhao Tian wasn’t done.

He grabbed a fistful of her blood-soaked hair and yanked her head back, forcing her to look at him once more.

Her breaths came in panicked, shallow gasps, and her lips trembled as her body writhed against the chains.

Zhao Tian lifted his dagger again.

And then—

He began carving.

A jagged, slow incision started from the corner of her mouth, dragging upward toward her cheekbone.

"ARRGGGHHHHHUHHGGHH!"

Selena’s screams filled the air as her flesh split apart and her nerves seared with unbearable pain.

Blood gushed from the wound, spilling down her chin and neck in thick hot liquid, staining what remained of her tattered robes.

But Zhao Tian did not stop.

His grip remained firm as he dragged the blade across her once-beautiful face... methodically destroying her features.

Tears mixed with the blood as Selena convulsed in pain and her screams cracked into hoarse, ragged sobs.

Yet still, Zhao Tian continued.

Another cut.

Another deep, excruciatingly slow incision.

Another *schweech* of the blade slicing through tender flesh.

It was slow and brutal.

By the time he pulled back, Selena’s face was barely recognizable... her skin marred with deep, jagged slashes, her lips torn and twisted in a grotesque, bloodied mess.

"Huurgghh.. Hurrghhh..." Her body trembled violently and her breath came in shuddering gasps as her mind barely clung to consciousness from the sheer magnitude of pain.

She was not even aware of the way Zhao Tian casually wiped the blood from his blade against her tattered robes.

Then he pressed the dagger’s tip against her collarbone.

Selena let out a weak, choked sob.

"No… no more… I c-can’t… please…"

Zhao Tian tilted his head.

And then he plunged the blade downward.

The dagger sank into her torso, piercing through muscle and bone with a sickening *schluck*.

"URGH..." Selena jerked and her eyes widened as fresh agony ripped through her, hot blood gushed from the wound.

She coughed violently, blood spilling from her lips and her body convulsed as her nerves screamed in pure pain.

Zhao Tian twisted the blade.

Slowly.

"GUAARGRHHH RRAAERGHHAHHHH" Selena’s body arched in sheer pain and a gurgled scream ripped from her throat as her muscles spasmed violently against the chains.

But it wasn’t enough.

Zhao Tian ripped the blade upward, carving a jagged, erratic path through her ribcage.

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A fresh torrent of blood exploded from the wound, splattering across the floor.

Selena choked as she couldn’t breathe.

Her body convulsed, her mouth opening and closing as if she were trying to speak... but no words came.

No screams.

Only silence.

Her bloodied hands twitched.

Her eye, once filled with terror, began to dull.

And then... with one final, rattling breath—

Selena went still.

Zhao Tian remained motionless for a moment, staring down at the lifeless body before him.

Then, with a quiet exhale, he withdrew the dagger, flicking the excess blood onto the cold stone.

The chamber was silent.

The vampires remained frozen and their eyes were wide with absolute dread.

Not one dared to breathe.

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Her once-beautiful form was now a grotesque mess of torn flesh, muscle, and shattered bones.

Her remaining eye, dull and lifeless, stared blankly into nothingness; her lips still parted as if frozen in an unspoken plea.

She was dead.

Dark energy oozed out of his body, coiling around as it spiraled out and took hold of Selena’s soul.

The dark energy devoured her soul and Zhao Tian’s body tasted the delicious soul.

His eyes flickered to the souls of Zaerina and Rhudamanth and grasped their souls before consuming them.

He felt the strain ripping through his body because the soul is too powerful for his cultivation; however, he mustered the strain and consumed their souls.

Zhao Tian slowly turned, looking at the remaining vampires.

He exhaled softly as he reached out and his fingers curling around the hilt of his sword.

Without a word, he took a step forward.

The vampires flinched.

One of them opened his mouth as if to plead... perhaps to bargain for his life.

But before he could utter a single word—

SHING!

A flash of silver and a sudden spray of crimson liquid.

The man’s head flew clean off his shoulders, severed so smoothly that for a brief moment, his body still stood, his lifeless eyes blinking in shock before his head tumbled to the floor with a sickening thud.

The others barely had time to react before Zhao Tian moved.

His figure blurred as he closed the distance between himself and the next vampire in the blink of an eye.

SLASH!

A single upward swing of his sword bisected the vampire from waist to shoulder, his torso splitting apart like a carcass cleaved by a butcher’s blade.

"Graargh!!" A garbled, strangled gasp escaped the dying creature’s lips as his insides spilled onto the blood-drenched floor, steaming in the cold air.

The vampires finally snapped out of their shock.

A few tried to run.

But the carnage has already begun, and it won’t stop until it reaps some souls.