"Frost and ice, descend!"
"Seven swords, cross and weave!"
Xia Qingyue drew both swords from their scabbards, driving the martial energy within her to its absolute limit.
In an instant, the surrounding temperature plummeted drastically, and a layer of white frost spread rapidly through the air toward the two figures. They never expected that the moment they crossed into Xia Qingyue's domain, a layer of frost would instantly coat their bodies and weapons.
Chapter 423