"Minor tricks, daring to make a fool of yourself in public?"
On the platform, Feng Hang would never admit Yun Xiao's formidable strength. He believed that the youngster had merely employed a unique movement technique unexpectedly, leaving no chance for a second escape.
As the cold voice dropped, Feng Hang acted without the slightest hesitation. He suddenly flung his Cold Light Axe out of his hand, transforming it into a beam of cold light that furiously struck towards Yun Xiao, who dodged several meters away.
Having been caught off-guard once, how could Yun Xiao allow the Cold Light Axe to hit him again? However, just as he was about to dodge, he suddenly noticed a burst of ice-cold Qi emanating from the axe.
"So this is the special effect of the Cold Light Axe!"
Feeling his body start to slow down, a thought flashed through Yun Xiao's mind, secretly thinking that this low-level spiritual weapon's special effect must be the ice-cold Qi.
