Fu Zhonggang's icy voice spread throughout the entire Secret Realm, and the expressions of all the Eighth-Order cultivators changed slightly. They dared to be angry but dared not speak—did not even dare reveal anger in their eyes.
To open their Mystic Treasures meant dispersing the concealment over them, exposing everything stored within.
This was a body search, leaving every last thing on them with nowhere to hide. Of course, Creation Realm cultivators of the Ruin Realm had Source Point Space within their bodies, and could store things inside.
But Fu Zhonggang's demand that they open their Mystic Treasures had made his meaning abundantly clear. If, at a time like this, you hid something in your Source Point Space and were discovered, you would be beaten to death on the spot. There would be no exceptions.
After Fu Zhonggang said this, he turned and returned to the warship. Two figures appeared in the sky: the Liang Clan's other Ninth-Order expert and a Peak-Stage Eighth-Order.
Fu Zhonggang naturally would not personally stand there and watch such a body search. Others in the clan could handle it.
"Come over. You know very well what to do. Don't bring humiliation upon yourselves," Fu Mingtao said coldly, Ninth-Order pressure radiating from him as his gaze swept over the Eighth-Order cultivators present.
"If anything unusual is discovered, not only will you die—your race will die in swaths as well!" Fu Xianbing said sinisterly.
Since they had already come to this Secret Realm, everything inside belonged to their two Ninth-Order races. Only things they disdained to look at could be taken away by these Eighth-Order cultivators.
It was tyranny driven to the extreme, and yet the Eighth-Order cultivators present had no room whatsoever to resist.
Chen Fei drifted up into the air. The vast majority of the