"Scum! You're about to die! What's the point of making threats?
Everyone standing here has already put life and death aside. You think you can scare us?
Don't tell me you're just bluffing so you can run away!"
At those words, everyone present turned to the speaker—Vice Admiral Ziegler.
The other Vice Admirals truly hadn't expected Ziegler to say something like that.
His usual behavior hardly suggested he was the sort of man to say it, either.
What, was he trying this hard just to claim the credit now?
Even if he went all out, could he possibly get another promotion?
Faced with Ziegler's provocation, the Swordsman's scarlet eyes shifted to regard him sidelong.
Simply being watched by the Swordsman like that made Ziegler feel as though he could smell blood.
A faint sheen of sweat appeared on his nose. Despite his preparations, he was still extremely tense.
"Then you'll be the one!"
The Swordsman spat out those words, and his aura suddenly contracted.
Everyone watched as the blood-red aura surrounding the Swordsman abruptly converged on his blade.
Then the once gleaming edge turned a terrifying scarlet.
The Swordsman casually swung his blade, leaving red trails in the air that filled everyone with uncontrollable dread.
They knew his next strike would shake heaven and earth.
Yet even this prelude already weighed oppressively on them.
Naturally, Ziegler, the Swordsman's chosen target, suffered the most.
He suddenly felt a little regret. He wanted to seize this opportunity to get rid of Randall, but he absolutely didn't want to trade his own life for it!
That would be far too great a loss! How could some brat's life compare to his?!
Ziegler couldn't help muttering inwardly. *Isn't this pressure a little too intense? He clearly wasn't this strong before. Is this some move