Lei Zhen frowned. "What do you mean by this?"
Luis's expression remained calm. "It doesn't matter. Do you want to fight or not?"
Without waiting for a response, Luis floated to the center of the hall. He unsheathed his natal flying sword, letting it circle effortlessly in front of him.
"Fine! Let's do this!"
Agitated by the provocation, Lei Zhen forgot that they were still inside the hall. Without hesitation, he sent his flying sword hurtling toward Luis.
However, to his shock, the sword pierced through Luis's figure—and nothing happened. Not a single drop of blood spilled.
"Not good!"
Lei Zhen's face darkened as alarm bells rang in his mind. He quickly heightened his spiritual awareness to its peak, scanning desperately for Luis's presence. Yet no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't sense him.
The next moment, a calm voice whispered into his ear.
"Too slow."
