"What do you mean too late?" The woman didn't immediately take action as she asked Zhou Wen.
"Your sword beams won't be able to injure me again." Zhou Wen's high-strung nerves relaxed along with his body. The two swords in his hands drooped casually to the ground.
"It's good to be confident, but blind confidence will kill you," the woman said indifferently. She didn't take Zhou Wen's words to heart and even treated them as a joke.
Previously, Zhou Wen had only been able to block her attacks because he had used the two immortal swords to restrain the advantage of the Immortals. He had to exchange injuries for survival.
Now that Zhou Wen had said that her sword couldn't injure him again, the woman naturally didn't believe him.
"Haven't you always wanted my life? What about now?" Zhou Wen asked.
