Xiao Jie felt helpless as he watched the crowd debated under his feet. Unfortunately, his magic treasure skill was formless and colorless. It was a block of ice that had been refined into his body. Even the thin cloud beneath his feet was still enveloped in the formless sword and condensed into a mist. However, it no longer had any damage. However, playing a few tricks wasn't a problem. If Xiao Jie were to think about it, Bai Yifeng probably wouldn't be happy either.
Xiao Jie didn't think too much about it. He placed one hand on the thin cloud below his feet and immediately used his fingers to perform a sword skill.
Everyone at the foot was shocked. Even Bai Yifeng was shocked. He thought to himself, "Why is this brat's magic treasure so strange?"
"Why did he keep the Dharma treasures?"
