If they continued letting him do as he pleased, Gran would sooner or later see all of Universe 8's "dirty laundry."
So Liger hurriedly led Gran toward the main seats in the colosseum stands.
After Gran took his seat, the stands became as lively as a marketplace again.
"I thought he was an expert from Universe 5. Turns out we were all fooled!"
"No wonder he was so powerful. He's actually a Lord Candidate God of Destruction!"
"But how could a Lord Candidate God of Destruction be this strong? Even Lord Joel wasn't this outrageous back then."
"And his Dimension actually reached the Deity Level. Is that something a Candidate God of Destruction can achieve?"
"..."
It had to be said that Universe 8 ranked fourth in King of All's Universe for a reason. These Ten Thousand Clans spectators basically all knew what a Dimension was.
In Universe 7, however, Dimensions were practically a closely guarded secret. Ordinary people had no chance of coming into contact with this kind of martial art!
They were ignorant and narrow-minded... and that was why Universe 7's Mortal Level Index was so low.
The discussion in the stands gradually quieted down. But after learning of Gran's strength and identity, the Ten Thousand Clans spectators wore lingering fear on their faces. Many subconsciously clenched their fists as cold sweat silently seeped down their backs.
Those who had mocked the Saiyan Clan and ridiculed Gran for overestimating himself were now flushed red, lowering their heads and not daring to look at Gran or Bulma again.
On the arena.
A deep crater had been smashed into the arena. Moore, covered in dust and grime, crawled out of it.
"Lord Moore, are you all right?" The other experts with Divine Realm Fifth Tier strength hurried over.
"I-I'm fine!"