A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5147

“Even the strongest physique couldn't withstand ten thousand female cultivators,” Jemina snickered. “Even if Jared went over there, they'd suck him dry too.”

“Sure, he was rough enough dealing with the two of us,” she added with a mischievous grin, “but the moment a crowd of women surrounds him, he's finished.”

Jared managed a wry smile. I'm a man, not a breeding bull. Even a bull would collapse under ten thousand females.

Besides, those women cultivate by draining a man's pure positive energy. Forget a legion—handling eight or ten of them would already be a miracle.

Meanwhile, in front of Bloodshadow Palace, several hundred female disciples had formed a defensive phalanx. All wore identical red gossamer robes that revealed tantalizing glimpses of skin, yet every one of them gripped a gleaming blade, murderous intent flashing in their eyes.

“Identify yourselves!” barked the senior woman at their head.

Flaxseed executed a neat midair flip and landed lightly atop a massive boulder before the mountain gate. He snapped his fan shut with a crisp clap, folded his hands in greeting, and announced, “I am Flaxseed. I have come to pay my respects to your Saintess.”

“Flaxseed?” The elder frowned. “Never heard of you. Leave at once, or—”

“Or what?” Flaxseed's smile turned devilishly charming as he reopened the fan and wafted it with a gentle stroke.

In an instant, pale mist billowed across the sky, carrying a rich, intoxicating fragrance.

Before the Bloodshadow Palace disciples could react, dizziness washed over them; their limbs grew weak.

“What trickery is this? What have you done?” the elder gasped, horror spreading across her features.

“Hehe, merely a little Thousand-Illusion Bewitching Incense I commissioned. Pleasant, isn't it?”

“Thousand-Illusion...?” The woman's face blanched. “Form up! Hold your breath!”

Too late. Dozens of disciples' eyes glazed; weapons clattered from numb fingers to the ground. A feverish flush colored their cheeks, and their bodies began to twist uncontrollably.

“You... vile scoundrel!” the elder snarled, legs buckling until she had to lean on her sword for support.

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