As Ye Xuan took out the Pope's Order, the token that symbolized his status, everyone present except Tang San, Ma Hongjun, and Oscar—the three country bumpkins who didn't recognize it—wore expressions as if they'd seen a ghost.
Almost everyone else wore expressions as if they'd seen a ghost.
"T-the Pope's Order! You actually have the Pope's Order! Who are you?"
When Yu Xiaogang saw Ye Xuan take out the Pope's Order, his mind simply short-circuited.
He had a Pope's Order too, but it wasn't his. It had been given to him by Clear Sky Douluo Tang Hao.
At Yu Xiaogang's outburst, impatience flickered between Ye Xuan's brows.
Dai Mubai, meanwhile, wilted the moment he recognized the token.
As the third prince of the Star Luo Empire, he knew all too well how much weight the Pope's Order carried.
There were only six such tokens on the entire continent.
"Oh? Since you recognize the Pope's Order, why aren't you kneeling?"
A hint of amusement colored Ye Xuan's gaze as he looked at Yu Xiaogang.
But the very next second, the anger in Yu Xiaogang's eyes vanished. In its place arose an air of aloof pride, and he couldn't help but puff out his chest.
"Heh. I wouldn't kneel even if the Pope himself were standing here, let alone for the Pope's Order!"
As he said this, the corner of Yu Xiaogang's mouth curled almost imperceptibly. He seemed quite pleased with his own grand, imposing demeanor.
Though Tang San, standing not far away, didn't really know what the Pope's Order represented, he could tell that his teacher's performance was insanely badass.
"Heh. Yu Xiaogang, you were merely the former young sect master of the Blue Lightning Tyrant Dragon Clan, expelled from the clan. And that Grandmaster title you gave yourself? You got