"Ugh!"
"What a good blade!"
Lao Teng and Mo Li murmured in admiration.
"How about it, still want to fight?"
"Or, shall we put away our blades and use fists and feet?"
A Long and A Feng looked exceptionally smug.
"No need!"
Jiang Xiao Yao, lounging on the sofa, suddenly said with a faint smile, "The Dragon-Phoenix Blades are indeed good, but ultimately they are not peerless treasured blades. Oh, right, do you know that the Dragon-Phoenix Blades originated from our Asura Sect?"
"Hahahaha..."
"Of course we know."
"Jiang Xiao Yao, who in this world doesn't know the quality of your Asura Sect's blades? But as far as I know, there are almost no blades in the world today that can surpass our Dragon-Phoenix Blades."
"It's not that there are none, just that they are too rare. If the legendary Asura Blade were still in existence, our Dragon-Phoenix Blades would certainly not dare to compare, but the Asura Blade has long since disappeared."
A Long and A Feng appeared very nonchalant.
They weren't in a hurry to attack Lao Teng and Mo Li.
"Indeed, you are quite sensible."
Jiang Xiao Yao nodded with a smile, then turned to Ye Zi Xiao and said, "It's fine for you to sleep. Can you lend me your family's blade? I don't want yours, just to play with."
"Damn it, take it and play!"
Ye Zi Xiao, who was resting with his eyes closed, reached into his embrace without opening them, drew out the Asura Blade still in its sheath, and with a flick of his wrist, tossed it to Mo Li, who was looking on with anticipation.
Mo Li caught the Asura Blade.
Lao Teng eagerly leaned closer.
"Hum—"
With a dragon's roar, the treasured blade was drawn from its sheath.
"A peerless treasure!"
"Yes, this blade's killing intent is too heavy!"
Lao Teng and Mo Li muttered excitedly.
"What?"
"This is..."
"No way, the legendary Asura Blade?"
"Impossible, I don't believe it!"
A Long and A Feng exclaimed simultaneously.
For masters who reached the level of Martial God, who wouldn't desire a treasured blade? And on this high-martial continent, the most coveted treasured blade by martial artists has always been the Asura Blade.
But for the younger generation.
The Asura Blade was merely a legend.
Many years ago, that old madman who forged the Asura Blade in the Snow Region, after single-handedly slaying over a thousand people with his blade, vanished along with his Asura Blade.
There were rumors before.
The Asura Blade had appeared in Beihai City.
And it was precisely from Ye Zi Xiao's hands.
But most masters in the world did not believe these rumors. Ye Zi Xiao was very capable, possessed immense power, and had influential figures backing him, but did he deserve to possess the Asura Blade?
The number one treasured blade in the world!
In the hands of that monstrous old man!
Would that old monster give his blade away?
"Come, both of you, try it."
Mo Li held up the Asura Blade and walked forward.
"Uh!"
"Could it really be true?"
A Long and A Feng actually began to feel nervous.
Two against two, Martial God against Martial God. If it were a fight with fists and feet, the four of them would not have a good outcome until the end. It would be difficult for anyone to kill the other, and even the victor would be severely injured.
At the same level, it was like this.
But if weapons were used, it would come down to whose weapon was more powerful. Just like a moment ago, Lao Teng and Mo Li lost because their blades were inferior to the Dragon-Phoenix Blades.
Although the Dragon-Phoenix Blades were not top-tier treasured blades.
But in this world.
The Dragon-Phoenix Blades were absolutely considered treasured blades!
Yet now, Ye Zi Xiao had tossed the legendary Asura Blade to Mo Li. Although it was not yet confirmed if it was indeed the Asura Blade, seeing its chilling aura, how could the Dragon-Phoenix siblings not be afraid?!
"Don't panic, just try it!"
Mo Li suddenly launched an attack.
Cold light flickered, and the sound of the Asura Blade cutting through the air was extremely imposing. A Long instinctively raised his dragon-engraved treasured blade, assuming a defensive posture, intending to block Mo Li's incoming strike.
Clang!
A crisp sound.
The Dragon Blade snapped cleanly into two pieces.
"Try your other blade."
Mo Li raised the blade again and slashed at A Feng.
A Feng also instinctively raised her phoenix-engraved treasured blade to meet it. Another crisp sound, accompanied by a bone-chilling dragon roar, and A Feng's blade also snapped cleanly into two pieces.
"A treasured blade is indeed a treasured blade!"
"Oh God, it really is the Asura Blade!"
A Long and A Feng lowered their heads, murmuring as they looked at the half-blades in their hands. From this moment on, they no longer wanted to fight, because they were now certain that the true Asura Blade had appeared in the world!
"As expected of the Asura Blade!"
"Damn it, I want it so badly!"
"Dream on, do you deserve it?"
"No, hahaha..."
After severing the Dragon-Phoenix Blades of the Dragon-Phoenix siblings, Mo Li and Lao Teng were extremely excited. Lao Teng took the Asura Blade from Mo Li's hand, bared his teeth, and examined it carefully, a look of longing on his face.
But they knew very well.
Although Ye Zi Xiao didn't care about this Asura Blade.
They, however, did not deserve to possess this treasured blade!
"Still want to fight?"
Mo Li asked the Dragon-Phoenix siblings with a smile.
"We're not fighting!"
"What's there to fight about!"
"We concede."
"We've lost, and we'll accept whatever punishment you deem fit!"
As the Dragon-Phoenix siblings spoke, they threw away their respective half-blades. They did not appear dejected, nor were they still nervous. They were even excited, excited that they had lost to the Asura Blade.
The Dragon-Phoenix siblings were arrogant.
But they were worthy of the title of masters.
Because they were not truly evil, and they were also sensible.
Swish, swish—
Two flashes of cold light appeared. Lao Teng seemed to casually swing his blade twice, but he directed the blade edge towards the Dragon-Phoenix siblings' drooping left hands. With two swift strokes, both left hands were cleanly severed!
Not a drop of blood stained the blade!
The two left hands fell to the ground.
It was only then that the Dragon-Phoenix siblings reacted.
There were no screams, no shouts or curses. The Dragon-Phoenix siblings each clutched their bleeding severed left arms with their right hands. Their faces were ashen, sweat beaded on their foreheads, but ultimately, they did not cry out in pain!
"You can leave!"
"Leave quickly, before we change our minds!"
Lao Teng and Mo Li said very seriously.
Masters cherish masters.
Although the Dragon-Phoenix siblings were confidantes of Young Master Jin San, Ye Zi Xiao and the others had never witnessed the Dragon-Phoenix siblings committing evil acts. Therefore, without seeking instructions from Ye Zi Xiao and Tang Ke Ke, Mo Li and Lao Teng let them go.
In this regard.
Ye Zi Xiao showed no reaction.
Jiang Xiao Yao smiled slightly.
"Thank you!"
The Dragon-Phoenix siblings bowed simultaneously.
They then leaped down from the second floor.
Having followed Young Master Jin San for many years, they did not even say goodbye before leaving. This was because they understood Young Master Jin San. With his wicked nature, he would not easily let them leave.
However, Young Master Jin San had shown them kindness and opportunity.
They did not wish to die at the hands of Young Master Jin San.
They even less wished to become enemies with Young Master Jin San.
Therefore, they could only leave without saying farewell...
"Holy crap!!!"
"They ran? The Dragon-Phoenix siblings ran away?!"
"No way, they lost just like that?"
"Is that really the legendary Asura Blade?"
"It must be!"
"A peerless treasured blade, it's too awesome!"
The entire second floor erupted with intense questions and exclamations. Regardless of whether they were young masters or bodyguards and thugs, every single one of them was astonished and curious about the outcome of the battle.
The Dragon-Phoenix siblings were renowned.
How could they have so easily fled?
Of course.
The young masters were even more concerned about that Asura Blade. The wealthier a martial artist, the more they craved treasured blades, especially such a peerless and supreme treasured blade. Who wouldn't long to possess it!
Just as the second floor was in an uproar.
Jin Yu stood up from the sofa.
This eccentric wealthy young master was not angry that the Dragon-Phoenix siblings had been defeated and fled. He smiled elegantly and strode towards Mo Li and Lao Teng.
"Be careful."
Jiang Xiao Yao reminded them softly.
Lao Teng gripped the Asura Blade tightly.
Mo Li drew a dagger.
Although the combat power level of this Young Master Jin San was not discernible, Lao Teng and Mo Li could sense that this Young Master Jin San was not simple. It was highly likely that he was a powerful master capable of concealing his level.
"This blade is mine now!"
Jin Yu said with a chuckle, his hands behind his back.