Gorgeous Female Tenants

Seeing everyone marvel at his Golden Saber, Chen Wanhao’s face revealed a proud expression. He lightly swayed the Golden Saber and chuckled, "Kid, what do you think of my pair of Golden Sabers?"

Xu Xiangbei smiled, "The more extravagant something is, the less practical it becomes."

Although Xu Xiangbei said this, he was extremely vigilant in his heart. This pair of Golden Sabers looked luxurious on the surface, but concealed evil and danger within.

The battle had not begun yet, but Xu Xiangbei had already anticipated the threat the Golden Sabers would pose. Not only could they collide with each other in a nine-ring clash to strike fear into the heart, but they could also reflect sunlight, dazzling the eyes with golden light.

The afternoon sunlight poured down, shining on Chen Wanhao’s invaluable pair of Golden Sabers. A beam of sunlight reflected back, forcing Xu Xiangbei to uncomfortably turn his head aside to avoid the reflected golden light.

Simultaneously, a sneer pulled at the corners of Chen Wanhao’s mouth. Kid, you’re caught. He suddenly raised the Golden Saber in his hand, slashing down at Xu Xiangbei.

The dazzling golden light shimmered, enveloping Xu Xiangbei in an overwhelming glow, akin to the immortal artifacts in movies. With just a bit more strength, it seemed it would slice Xu Xiangbei into pieces.

Xu Xiangbei internally smiled bitterly. Regardless of strength, Chen Wanhao had the advantage just with his weapon alone.

His nine-perforated decapitating Golden Saber reflected sunlight, making it impossible for Xu Xiangbei to look directly at it. Coupled with the demonic sound produced by the continuous collision of the nine golden rings, it immediately took the upper hand, suppressing Xu Xiangbei.

The battle relied on eyes and ears, and once the senses were affected, it naturally led to being controlled by the opponent.

Chen Wanhao’s twin sabers danced, the golden light flying wildly, enveloping Xu Xiangbei. Everyone felt that Xu Xiangbei could be sliced by the abundance of golden light at any moment.

However, Xu Xiangbei, like a small boat in a storm, swayed back and forth in the sea of golden light. Each clash of gold and iron was a life-and-death battle, a confrontation between life and death.

Not only Ouyang Zhan, but even Ouyang Yufei and Ouyang Zhan watched with trepidation. Chen Baichuan and Chen Baishan were left dumbfounded, their eyes wide, staring without blinking.

They saw the disparity. They admitted that they could not perform such formidable moves as Chen Wanhao, nor could they withstand Xu Xiangbei’s fierce attacks.

No one could clearly see what happened when the Golden Saber clashed with the Iron Ball amidst the dense clangs.

Xu Xiangbei seemed to wield no weapon. His Iron Ball retreated right after contact; the Iron Gall struck so quickly that it exceeded the visual range.

Chen Wanhao’s full head of white hair and beard stood up like steel needles, making him resemble a wrathful silver-maned Lion King.

His twin sabers were imbued with mighty Inner Strength, and each slash emitted a deafening roar, accompanied by the sound waves of the nine-link demonic sound, surging towards Xu Xiangbei like turbulent waves.

Xu Xiangbei surged his Inner Strength to the limit, his hands moving as if in a dance, waving continuously in the air, lifting, spinning, pulling, his movements seamless, like a master conductor leading a grand symphony orchestra performance.

He focused completely, not only running but also his mind raced, with triangular, quadrilateral, rhombus, and various attack loops flashing rapidly in his mind.

Sweat lightly emerged on Xu Xiangbei’s forehead, and his hands moved like a shadow, so fast it seemed to exceed the body’s limits.

Within a thirty-meter radius, plants and flowerpots were knocked askew by the wild strength between them, some shredded by saber light, others smashed by the Iron Ball.

A stone plinth, typically used for resting and enjoying the garden view, was shattered into rubble by Xu Xiangbei’s Iron Ball.

The surging golden light, layer upon layer, enveloped Xu Xiangbei. Though it seemed perilous, it could not harm him because his four Iron Balls danced so densely that they formed a defensive shield.

Just like that day behind the small woods at Ouyang Yude’s home, although the storm was unusually fierce, very little rain fell on him.

The "Ancient First Sutra" was an unmatched art, making Xu Xiangbei stronger when faced with strength, the more dangerous, the more excited he became, boosting his indomitable fighting spirit.

For him, fighting with a master like Chen Wanhao was highly challenging, greatly raising his adrenaline and causing every cell in his body to operate at a rapid pace, unleashing tremendous energy.

Although Chen Wanhao appeared majestic and the Golden Saber incredibly powerful, pressing Xu Xiangbei to near collapse, Chen Wanhao’s heart was the exact opposite.

Clearly accelerating for a strike, about to chop Xu Xiangbei, yet he heard a crisp clang of gold and iron; Xu Xiangbei had actually blocked his Golden Saber with an Iron Ball.

A powerful counter-shock from the Golden Saber transmitted, numbing his wrist.

Chen Wanhao’s twin sabers danced into saber shadows, striking rapidly, but there was always the clanging sound of collision, making Chen Wanhao feel crazed every time he heard it. How could this be? How did he block my saber again?

After all, Chen Wanhao was old, an eighty-year-old man, whose stamina was absolutely no match for the energetic Xu Xiangbei in his early twenties. Moreover, the nameless Inner Strength cultivated by Xu Xiangbei’s "Ancient First Sutra" provided him with an endless source of Inner Strength for fighting.

Initially, Chen Wanhao’s saber was like lightning, gaining the upper hand. But with every clang of gold and iron, every rapid clash between Golden Saber and Iron Ball, his strength dwindled, and confidence eroded.

In just over ten minutes, Chen Wanhao slashed over a thousand times, with the dense clanging of gold and iron sounding. He felt his wrist nearly losing sensation from the counter-shock.

What angered Chen Wanhao the most was that his beloved Golden Saber, worth millions, felt as if something tugged at his heart each time it struck the Iron Ball. Continuing like this, no matter how sharp and solid the saber was, it would eventually dull, and break.

Meanwhile, Xu Xiangbei’s heavy, dull-gray Iron Ball didn’t have to worry about being chopped and wasn’t valuable either.

Having slashed over a thousand times, Chen Wanhao felt he was stuck in a predicament.

Xu Xiangbei was like an unkillable cockroach, as tough and stinky as the stone of a latrine, while he was a noble piece of porcelain, suffering from forcibly clashing.

Chen Wanhao became increasingly cautious, trying not to let the Golden Saber collide with the Iron Ball. However, Xu Xiangbei grew more fond of smashing the Golden Saber with the Iron Ball. Eventually, it was not the Golden Saber chopping the Iron Ball, but the Iron Ball chasing and smashing the Golden Saber.

Since the power of Chen Wanhao’s Golden Saber diminished, and Xu Xiangbei felt relaxed, his smile turned wicked.

Several times, he could have knocked down Chen Wanhao with the Iron Ball, but he didn’t want to do so. What he desired more was to damage that exquisite, expensive pair of Golden Sabers.

Boom, boom, two strikes of the Iron Ball smashed onto the blade of Chen Wanhao’s Golden Saber, distorting its beautiful diamond-shaped patterns. The blow was more painful than if it landed on himself.