"Playing house ends here."
Xuelian's expression was cold and stern. Wielding two ice swords that radiated a piercing chill, she stepped firmly out of the raging, howling blizzard.
This was the first time Theresia had felt so directly and profoundly the overwhelming pressure brought by an environment transformed into the opponent's home turf—the biting wind that whipped across her face, the blinding flurry of snow that filled the sky.
Chapter 135