The lanterns had just been hung around the martial arena when a biting chill wind suddenly swept across the field—not an ordinary evening breeze, but a crushing pressure carrying immense Soul Power. The once-boisterous crowd instantly fell silent. Even Dai Mubai's gathered White Tiger Soul Power wavered, and the sausage in Oscar's hand nearly slipped to the ground.
"This presence..." Tang San's expression changed sharply. The Black Pattern Clear Sky Hammer appeared in his palm, while the Blue Silver Emperor instinctively wove a defensive net around him. Beside him, Lin Zhixia also tensed up. Her Star Orbit Shadow Wing unfurled halfway, pale-blue Star Blades hovering by her shoulders. Her Star Breath Perception raced at full speed, yet it only caught a blurry figure in black robes slowly approaching from the entrance to the field.
The newcomer's black robes dragged across the ground, their hem embroidered with a golden Six-winged Angel pattern. Most of her face was hidden beneath her hood's shadow, revealing only a cold, sharply defined jawline. With every step she took, the Soul Power around her grew stronger. The stone railings around the field began to crumble, and lower-level students were forced to their knees beneath the pressure. Even Flender stopped joking around and tightly gripped Yu Xiaogang beside him.
"Bibi Dong!" Ice laced Tang San's voice. There could be no one else with such domineering and chilling Soul Power besides the Pope of Spirit Hall.
Bibi Dong finally stopped before the martial arena and slowly raised her eyes. Her purple gaze swept over Tang San and Lin Zhixia with sharp scrutiny. "Not bad. You can still keep your Soul Power steady. It seems Tang Hao's teachings weren't wasted on you these past years." Her voice was not loud, yet it struck everyone's hearts like a heavy hammer.