They feared that if Serena took her own life, they would be denied their twisted enjoyment.
With her eyes blazing with defiance, Serena spat, “Even if I die, I won’t let you succeed. Even as a ghost, I’ll remember every one of you, and I won’t rest until you pay for this.”
“Hahaha! What a joke coming from a cultivator,” one of the Blood Bone Sect disciples taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. “Do you really think we’d let you become a ghost?”
“Once we’re done with you, we’ll obliterate you and your soul. You won’t even have the chance to haunt us!” With a maniacal laugh, he lunged at Serena, ready to pounce.
“Stop!” A furious roar pierced the air, echoing like thunder on a clear day, resonating across the entire sky.
Cassius and the disciples of Blood Bone Sect looked up, their expressions shifting to grim realization as they spotted an airship rapidly approaching.
Airships were not the tools of just any practitioner, they were the possessions of only the most powerful sects.
The sudden appearance of a massive airship left Cassius unsettled-he had no idea who might be on board.
Things can get tricky if they’re here to restore their physical bodies.
Before Cassius could react, the airship began its descent. Moments later, two figures emerged, stepping down from the vessel with a commanding presence.
“Mr. Chance!” Upon seeing Jared disembark from the airship, Faiyar, Serena, and Trystan were immediately filled with excitement.
Cassius laughed. He had initially assumed that there would be quite a few people on this airship. To his surprise, there were only two, and they were merely Tribulators, with the strongest being a mere Seventh Level Tribulator.
My subordinates can deal with such small fries all on their own. I won’t even need to step in.
Jared walked up to Faiyar and effortlessly helped him up.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes. These guys from Blood Bone Sect want to take advantage of Serena. Mr. Chance, you must help us!” said Faiyar.
“They’re from Blood Bone Sect?” Jared was delighted. He then glanced at Cassius and the other Blood Bone Sect members.
“Are you really from the Blood Bone Sect?” he asked.
“Yes, we’re from Blood Bone Sect. And who might you two be? If you’re not from Soul Demon Sect, then scram. Don’t interfere with our affairs,” Cassius said to Jared.
“You have some nerve to tell me to scram. I’ll show you who I really am.” After Jared finished speaking, he promptly produced Allardland’s token.
Jared knew the disciples of Blood Bone Sect who struggled to survive in Allardland’s territory would’ve died long ago if it hadn’t been for Bernard’s intervention.
Hence, they should be grateful toward Bernard.
Upon seeing the token in Jared’s hand, Cassius gasped in surprise. He quickly adopted a respectful tone and said, “So you’re from Allardland. May I ask what brings you here? Is there someone from Allardland who wishes to restore their physical body?”
Cassius thought Jared was from Allardland. After all, not just anyone could possess Bernard’s token. This guy might even hold a high-ranking position within Allardland.
“I’m not here for physical body restoration. I was merely passing by and decided to visit an old friend,” Jared said nonchalantly.
Cassius’ expression changed when he heard that.
Faiyar and the others were utterly bewildered. They couldn’t fathom how Jared had risen to such prominence in Allardland in such a short time. The way he confidently displayed his token suggested he held a significant position within the organization.
Allardland was widely recognized as the most powerful force in Epea, and even in the Ethereal Realm, it ranked among the top contenders.
Otherwise, why else would Trystan and his subordinates have stopped pursuing members of Blood Bone Sect after they fled to Allardland’s territory?
“I wonder who you’re friends with in Soul Demon Sect?” asked Cassius.
