Flender, standing behind them, had originally wanted to show his respect as well. But when he saw Yu Xiaogang standing even straighter than usual, he immediately abandoned the thought of kneeling.
Bibi Dong's gaze fell upon this unusual academy, lingering especially on Grandmaster for a moment.
Behind Bibi Dong, Yueguan's lips moved slightly as he transmitted his voice to tell her that Tang San was a member of the Clear Sky Sect.
Bibi Dong's gaze landed on Tang San. Before the finals had begun, Grandmaster had come to see her alone and asked her not to act against Tang San.
She had been curious then—just how outstanding must a disciple be for Yu Xiaogang, who had avoided her for decades, to come and plead for him?
Although she had not watched the matches of the past few days, she knew the battle reports well. Tang San's performance had indeed been remarkable.
As Tang San stood beneath Bibi Dong's gaze, an immense pressure bore down on him, as if it would force him to his knees.
Tang San's body trembled. He suddenly raised his head and met Bibi Dong's eyes.
Boom!
Tang San's mind was struck by an impact, and he hurriedly activated the Purple Demon Eye.
Purple light bloomed from his eyes, shooting out a full two meters. At last, it withstood the oppressive aura Bibi Dong had imposed upon him.
"Outrageous! How dare you disrespect the Pope? Guards, seize him!" a red-robed bishop shouted.
Several palace-protecting knights immediately moved, looking at Tang San as though he were already dead.
"Stand down." Bibi Dong's imposing presence suppressed the entire arena.
The palace-protecting knights immediately retreated in fear.
Bibi Dong no longer looked at Tang San. Her gaze swept across the twenty-one young people on the field, and a smile appeared