The woman's swan-like white and slender neck was forced high up, a Profound Black Eight-sided Han Sword hanging in front of her, its chilling tip poised one centimeter from her throat.
The icy Sword Qi seeped into her body from a distance, making her scalp tingle, goosebumps rising one by one on her creamy skin.
Her whole body was as rigid as a stone, not even daring to move a pinky. In the darkness, she had a clear premonition that any extreme reaction would result in the treasure sword before her instantly beheading her.
"Run, why aren't you running?"
Accompanied by a teasing whisper from behind, the Profound Black Eight-sided Han Sword pressed against her throat, slowly moving forward, forcing the woman to step backward.
She kept retreating until she reached the dining table, where the terrifying treasure sword finally withdrew from her neck, standing upright as if guarding, suspended a meter above the ground.
Gulp~
