Seeing the crowd surge with emotion.
Gu Changsheng remained unflustered, took another swig of wine, then waved his hand and said with a smile, "God-tiered Sword, huh. Everyone has one, so don't rush!"
Everyone has one?
Upon hearing Gu Changsheng's words, the cultivators from both the human and demon clans were momentarily stunned.
There were thousands of them combined.
Could Gu Changsheng really give out thousands of God-tiered Swords?
How is that possible?
"Senior Gu, you're not joking with us, are you?"
A cultivator rubbed his hands, plucking up the courage to ask.
Gu Changsheng put on a serious face, "Do I look like someone who jokes around?"
"Not at all."
The cultivator said somewhat fearfully.
"Since Senior Gu said he'd give them to us, he definitely will. Asking like this is really disrespectful!"
A big man beside him sneered.
The cultivator clasped his hands, bent over respectfully, and said, "I was indeed rude, please forgive me, Senior!"
