A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5149

“The Five Elements?” The Saintess finally lost her composure. “Who exactly are you?”

Flaxseed offered no explanation; instead, he chuckled softly. “Saintess, it's my turn now.”

He pressed his palms together and then spread them apart; a delicate pink lotus had appeared between them, floating above his skin.

The blossom turned slowly, releasing an enticing, almost addictive fragrance.

“Passion Blossom Hex—go!”

The lotus drifted toward the Saintess; though its movement seemed leisurely, it traversed the distance in the blink of an eye.

She flung out a sleeve to block, but the flower burst apart, dissolving into countless glimmering motes that burrowed straight into her body.

“Ah!” A tremor ran through her lithe figure, and a rosy flush flooded her cheeks.

Inside, she felt as though tens of thousands of ants were crawling through her veins—itching, burning, overwhelming.

“You... what did you do to me?” Her breath came in sharp, uneven gasps, and her eyes rippled with involuntary moisture.

Flaxseed grinned from ear to ear. “Just a little novelty that magnifies a person's desire a hundredfold.”

“You've practiced allure techniques for years, Saintess. I'll wager you've never actually tasted true desire, have you?”

She clenched her teeth. “Despicable!”

Forcing her cultivation technique to circulate, she tried to smother the rising heat, only to find that the more energy she mustered, the fiercer the sensation grew.

“It's pointless,” Flaxseed said, stepping closer. “The Passion Blossom Hex is designed to counter that positive energy harvesting black magic of yours. The harder you fight it, the deeper the toxin digs in.”

Her legs went weak; she could barely remain upright.

Watching him draw nearer, she could not hide the brief flash of panic in her eyes.

Just as Flaxseed extended a hand to touch her, the Saintess' lips curved into a strange, unsettling smile.

“You think... you're the only one who knows poison?”

Her crimson lips parted, and an almost invisible thread of blood shot toward the center of Flaxseed's forehead like lightning.

The distance was too short; he had no chance to evade.

“Look out!” Jared shouted, but the warning came a heartbeat too late.

The blood thread drilled into Flaxseed's brow. His body snapped rigid, and the light in his eyes dimmed at once.

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