All members of the three tribes understood; they were out of options.
In the face of the absolute power of the three Spirit Sea Realm Loose Cultivators, they had no power to resist and no power to fight back.
Hatred!
An immense loathing surged in the hearts of every member of the three tribes.
However, even the strongest among them was no match for the three Loose Cultivators; even if they were filled with hatred, what could they possibly use to confront these three Loose Cultivators?
It was precisely for this reason that the three acted so brazenly against them!
The weak are at the mercy of others like this!
The tribespeople, seething with an indomitable hatred, and the youngsters who had just emerged from the ancestral secret realm, trembled with rage upon seeing Qian Ming's corpse.
But just like the others, they were utterly helpless.
"Hand over the secret treasures!"
In the end, with a heavy sigh, Patriarch Qian said to all the youngsters.