In that instant, the aura in the entire place was indescribable. Apart from those soul masters who had very strong willpower, most people couldn't help but feel like prostrating themselves in worship when they heard the cheers that were ringing out from all directions.
There were four people standing behind Bibidon. Three of them were wearing bright red ceremonial robes, while the last one was wearing a long white robe.
Unlike the red-robed cardinal's ceremonial robes, these three soul masters' ceremonial robes were embroidered with gold and silver patterns. Embedded in their chests was a fist-sized gem that was flashing with golden light. It appeared extremely stylish and luxurious.
If someone who didn't understand the Douluo Continent saw these ceremonial robes, they would only think that they were very stylish. However, to any human on the Douluo Continent, being able to wear such ceremonial robes was something that they could only dream of. It was also the greatest honor that anyone could receive in their lifetime. This was because only Titled Douluo had the right to wear these ceremonial robes!
Wang Kai had seen all three of them before. They were the Sword Douluo, the Ghost Douluo, and Chrysanthemum Douluo.
The two Titled Douluo closest to Bibidon were the Ghost Douluo and Chrysanthemum Douluo. The one to Bibidon's left was the Ghost Douluo. Although he was wearing a red robe, faint black gas continuously leaked out from his body. His entire body was covered in a layer of illusory spirit, and he seemed to shift as he walked. His face was also enshrouded in a cloud of mist, and no one could see his face clearly.
The one to Bibidon's right was Chrysanthemum Douluo. He had orange hair, and his skin was as tender as a baby's. His appearance was also very seductive, and he gave off a special feeling. At first glance, Chrysanthemum Douluo seemed to be a beautiful woman. However, upon closer inspection, it wasn't difficult to see the Adam's apple on his neck. Clearly, this Chrysanthemum Douluo was a man. As for his appearance, no one dared to talk about it in front of him.
The Sword Douluo and the white-robed man stood at the very back. As for the white-robed man, Wang Kai naturally recognized him as his father-in-law, the sect master of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi. It was no wonder that Sword Douluo Chen Xin would follow him.
There were only three types of people who could walk out of the Pontiff's Palace: the Pontiff, the Titled Douluo, and the elders of the Martial Spirit Hall. Obviously, Ning Fengzhi didn't belong to the first two. However, as the sect leader of the Seven Treasures Glazed Sect, Ning Fengzhi was also an honorary elder of the Martial Spirit Hall. That was why he was qualified to walk out of the Pontiff's Palace.
The Pontiff and the four people behind him didn't seem to be walking very quickly, but they were very fast. In just a few minutes, they arrived at the competition arena.
Although there were no written rules, apart from the seven members of Shrek Academy and Wang Kai, the rest of the team members knelt down on one knee. This was especially so for the members of the Martial Spirit Hall. They looked at Bibidon with a fanatical look in their eyes, as if they were devout believers.
The reason why Wang Kai didn't kneel was very simple. He was the Holy Son of the Martial Spirit Hall. In terms of status, he was only half a rank lower than Bibidon. His master, Sendōryu, was the Great Consecrator of the Martial Spirit Hall. Whether it was in terms of strength or control of the Martial Spirit Hall, he was superior to Bibidon. Naturally, he didn't need to kneel to Bibidon.
As for the seven members of Shrek Academy, although they hadn't discussed this situation before, they made the same choice.
For Dai Mubai and Zhu Zhuqing, one of them was a prince of the Star Luo Empire, while the other was the legitimate daughter of the Zhu Family, the most powerful organization in the Star Luo Empire. They naturally wouldn't kneel to the Martial Spirit Hall. As for Ning Rongrong, she was the apple of Ning Fengzhi's eye. With her status, she naturally wouldn't kneel to the Pontiff of the Martial Spirit Hall.
As for Tang San, he had his own reasons for not kneeling to Bibidon. Firstly, it was because of his background in the Clear Sky Sect and the Tang Sect. Secondly, it was because of his pride. In Tang San's opinion, a man had gold under his knees. Other than his parents and teachers, he wouldn't kneel to anyone else, including the Emperor and the Pontiff.
Ma Hongjun's thoughts were similar to Tang San's. Not only that, Ma Hongjun, who possessed the Evil Phoenix, didn't feel any reverence for Bibidon. Instead, he harbored evil thoughts. As for Oscar, he also didn't care about the Martial Spirit Hall. He only felt that the Martial Spirit Hall was good for a short while when he received the gold soul coins from the Martial Spirit Hall.
The one with the most unique expression among Shrek's Seven Monsters right now was undoubtedly Xiao Wu, who was wearing a pink dress and had a pair of bunnies. At this moment, Xiao Wu's head was lowered, and there was a special look of hatred and fear in her eyes. However, that expression only flashed for a moment before it was replaced by a kind of indifference.
Shrek's Seven Monsters' unique behavior undoubtedly attracted the attention of many people. Many soul masters from the Martial Spirit Hall felt that their behavior was disrespectful to the Pontiff, and thus they cast angry looks at them.
However, Bibidon didn't reveal any anger in his eyes when he saw that Shrek's Seven Monsters didn't half-kneel to salute him. He only turned his head indifferently and swept his gaze across Shrek's Seven Monsters. Eventually, his gaze stopped in front of Tang San.
When Bibidon's gaze focused on Tang San, Tang San felt as if his soul was about to be stripped from his body. His body couldn't help but tremble. After that, he involuntarily activated his Purple Demon Eyes, and two purplish-golden rays of light shot out from Tang San's eyes.
"How dare you disrespect the Pontiff!"
When he saw this scene, a trace of anger appeared in the eyes of the red-robed bishop who had been shouting "Long live the Pontiff!"
"It's alright. I was too rude. Young man, you're able to resist my gaze at such a young age. I presume that you're Grandmaster's disciple, Tang San. "
At this moment, a faint smile appeared on Bibidon's face. Then, he stared at Tang San and asked. Seeing that Bibidon himself didn't care about this matter, the red-robed bishop immediately shut up. His face was full of reverence.
"Yes, Your Holiness."
After hearing Wang Kai's question, Tang San couldn't help but be shocked. He didn't expect this extraordinarily beautiful Pontiff in front of him to know him and his teacher. However, after hearing Bibidon's question, Tang San still answered in a neither servile nor overbearing manner.
"Not bad. Heroes come from young. You do have some of your teacher's strength of character back then."
Bibidon nodded at Tang San, then retracted his gaze. After hearing Bibidon's words, Yu Xiaogang, who was sitting in the resting area, revealed a complicated expression in his eyes. There was regret, self-blame, and pain.
After so many years, do you still remember me? Will you forgive me? Or was it …
After hearing the conversation between Bibidon and Tang San, all the Soul Masters present were shocked. They didn't expect that after the Pontiff appeared, the first person to speak to Tang San was actually her teacher. Moreover, she seemed to know Tang San's teacher.
"I'm just an insignificant talent. I really don't dare to compare with Teacher."
After hearing Bibidon's answer, Tang San didn't know what she was up to, so he could only answer in a straightforward manner.
"Rise."
Bibidon didn't stay too long on Tang San. Then, he led the four people behind him to the center of the arena. He waved the scepter in his hand slightly and said indifferently. After hearing Bibidon's words, all the people kneeling on the ground stood up. It was enough to show how prestigious Bibidon was in the Martial Spirit Hall.
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