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.
