A Man Like None Other (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5291

Tumor-ridden pythons as thick as tree trunks rose from the mire, only to tremble and sink away when Jared's marked aura washed over them.

By dusk, a dense forest of purple bamboo appeared ahead, each stalk swaying like spears beneath a copper sky.

Lavender mist drifted between the canes, so caustic it sent ripples across Jared's marked aura shield like stones dropped in water.

“We've reached the outer line of Venom Valley. Their venom slaves lurk in this bamboo—cultivators whose hearts are chained by poison,” Corin warned, voice low against the sighing wind.

Just as he finished, dozens of shapes burst from the fog, bodies moving with jerky malice.

They were skin and bone, their flesh stained a sickly blue-purple, their eyes laced red, each gripping a bone spear dripping with oily toxin.

“Attack!” the venom slaves howled, the word cracked and hollow as rotten wood.

They lunged, movements stiff yet fearless, as though death itself had been cut from their vocabulary.

Flaxseed flung three Flame Charms. Golden fire rolled out like a breaking tide, reducing the front rank to smoking cinders.

“Mind their blood!” Corin shouted.

Jared blurred forward, his Dragonslayer Sword flashing free with a metallic cry.

A fan of golden light tangled with black energy swept wide. Bodies were cleaved at the waist, and the purple blood that sprayed hissed through solid stone, boring hundreds of tiny holes.

“These venom slaves were once Earthly Immortal Realm cultivators,” Corin said, severing a poisoned needle hurled his way. “The Heart Devouring Parasite of Venom Valley sits in their chests and turns them into thoughtless puppets.”

“Is there any chance to free them?” Jared asked, brow tightening as he saw the pain still flickering in their ruined eyes.

“Slim to none,” Flaxseed answered, snapping a Freeze Charm that sheathed one venom slave in crystal ice. “The parasite coils around the heart. Miss it by an instant and the host explodes on the spot.”

Jared's hesitation vanished. Dragonslayer blazed brighter, its edge carving patterns of a sword technique he had comprehended from the tomb of swords.

Every thrust speared a heart, and with each strike, a thread of marked aura raced down the blade, shredding the hidden parasite.

Thump! Thump! Thump!

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