The black-clad woman in front of her, cold as a sword, icy as iron, stood before the stone box, her eyes focused, instantly unleashing a sword aura filled with killing light.
Everyone felt a chill run down their spines, their necks felt icy cold, as though blood was about to gush out.
At this moment, everyone felt that the sword was not aimed at the stone box, but rather at their own necks.
Some timid individuals were directly scared out of their wits by the sheer killing intent, their legs turning to jelly, causing them to collapse to the ground.
"Clang!"
However.
Even this insanely terrifying killing intent, this single strike, could not open the stone box; under the sword's blow, the box remained unharmed.
Even the black-clad woman could hardly believe it.
She was supremely confident in her sword strike; forget the stone box, she was sure she could break the Sword Intent of a Saint with this strike.
