It was only then that Jared realized the direction the two samurai had taken was indeed toward Bloodbane Palace.

Seeing this, was somewhat taken aback. Why on earth did the two samurai suddenly decide to head to Bloodbane Palace?

Just then, a disheveled figure suddenly burst out from the clouds ahead. The figure was clad in crimson attire, a sword clutched in hand, continuously seeping blood.

It was indeed Nymeria. Her hair was disheveled, with traces of blood at the corner of mouth, clearly indicating that had been through a fierce battle. At that moment, was being pursued by several streaks of black light.

“Nymeria!” Jared‘s pupils contracted, and with a swift raise of his hand, unleashed a slash of azure sword energy.

The sword energy tore through the air like a whip, striking precisely at the wrist of a cultivator dressed in black. The cultivator let out a wretched cry, his bone whip shattering inch by inch in his hand.

“Mr… Mr. Chance?” Suddenly, Nymeria whipped head around.