In front of Gao Sishu were a pair of daggers, one of which was curved, while the other was a straight sword, suspended in midair and emitting a phosphorescent light.
Behind him, Wang Hu was accompanied by a pair of gauntlets, and the rest of the people had either swords or sabres—various types of weapons.
But uniformly, they all radiated the aura of magical treasures.
Gao Sishu directly grabbed the two daggers and swung them, actually distorting the very air and seemingly tearing open the space around him.
They were good items!
"Thank you, elder brother, for bestowing these treasures!" everyone bowed and said.