A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5150

“Trying the same trick twice? Saintess, you really underestimate me.” Flaxseed's voice drifted over from behind her.

The Saintess spun around; three paces behind her stood Flaxseed, a vial balanced casually in his hand.

He gave the vial a lazy shake. “This is the real antidote. Do you want it?”

The backlash of the Blood Soul Thread was already eroding her strength; she could barely remain upright, and agony etched itself across her features.

At last, her composure shattered. She dropped to her knees, pleading, “Please... please give me the antidote... I will agree to anything...”

Flaxseed released a rueful sigh. “If you had known it would come to this, why play your games in the first place?”

As his fingertips traced the cool ridges of the vial, the Saintess' partially veiled body gleamed with a subtle, bewitching radiance.

A blood emerald hairpin slipped loose and swayed beside her dark locks, catching the light; in its shimmer, her eyes stirred with irresistible allure.

Moments ago, she had been the murderous Saintess of Bloodshadow Palace; now, like a crimson butterfly with shattered wings, she curled upon the floor, slender fingers trembling as they reached for the hem of Flaxseed's robe. “Sir... give me the antidote... I will bring all my disciples to serve you...”

Flaxseed swallowed, flashes of the pleasure houses in the Sixth Heaven flickering through his mind; his gaze fell upon the faint flush along her neck—the Passion Blossom Hex's burning brand.

Though he was keenly aware of the venom coiled within this woman's heart, instinctive temptation still gnawed at his defenses.

“Fine, have it then.” He exhaled a long breath and tossed the vial toward her. “If you'd realized sooner, you wouldn't have tried to outsmart this old man.”

The instant the Saintess caught the vial, a glacial glint flared within her eyes.

Rather than swallow it, she whipped the mouth of the vial toward Flaxseed; scarlet threads snapped from her fingertips, sealing the acupoints across his body.

“You lecherous fool—did you really think I would yield?” she hissed, laughter edged with cruelty as blood-red light roared in her palm. “Women of Bloodshadow Palace die standing; we do not live on our knees!”

Realization struck Flaxseed a heartbeat too late; a talon of blood-colored energy ripped straight through his chest.

Disbelief flooded his gaze as blood welled between his lips. “You...”

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