章 1269: Zhou Wen's Specialty

The wooden hut was small to begin with, and the woman was already very close to Zhou Wen. This strike was just too close to the woman. With Zhou Wen's saber speed, he only needed an instant to strike the woman.

However, at such a close distance, the Asura Saber stopped. Under the woman's gaze, the Asura Saber trembled and couldn't advance another inch. It stopped in front of the woman and trembled incessantly. It was no different from a struggling, dying fish.

Zhou Wen used his other hand to press on the saber's back, but the Asura Saber was still unable to proceed forward any further.

Bang!

The woman's eyes narrowed as Zhou Wen was sent flying with his saber. He slammed into the wooden bed and several parts of the Dragon King armor shattered. Zhou Wen spewed out a mouthful of blood as he felt a bone-chilling pain in his chest.

At some point in time, the woman had walked to the bed and reached out to grab the Clown Mask on Zhou Wen's face.