3363 One Move To Kill?

Icy undulations quickly froze the atmosphere and caused everyone's thoughts to slow.

"I only need a single strike to claim many lives. The rest, I don't care if I die."

Tanya's cold voice echoed out as she held the hilt of her silver sword, its blade completely made of ice. Its shape was refined and intricate, even having artistic words of fondness etched onto it, but that didn't stop the others from feeling the cold chill on their necks or their souls.

Davis's brows raised as he looked at his Tanya grasp this sword and intimidate everyone in the hall, including him, as everyone was in her range.

However, he didn't doubt that she only needed a single sword strike to end any life here.