Ye Qiu had seen
all three of these people before. The one he was most familiar with was Chen Xin, a level 97 Title Douluo from the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School, known as the Sword Douluo with the title of Sword Master. The other two... The one on the left had a layer of illusory divine light surrounding him. Although he wore the same clothes , no one could clearly see his appearance. As for the other, his skin looked as delicate as a baby's. His alluring appearance gave him a peculiar feeling. If it weren't for the Adam's apple on his neck, no one would think he was a man. Although this was the first time Ye Qiu had seen their true faces, he knew that these two were the Chrysanthemum Douluo and Ghost Douluo who had appeared that day to capture him. Only three types of people could walk out of the main gate of the Papal Palace. The first type was naturally the Pope. The second type was a Title Douluo who proved themselves with strength. The third type was an elder of the Spirit Hall. Besides these three, even the Platinum Bishop and the emperors of the two great empires did not have the qualifications to enter or leave this gate. The fourth person walking with the three Title Douluos clearly didn't possess the strength of a Title Douluo. Yet, he still walked out of the gate, implying he had another identity: an elder of the Spirit Hall, or more precisely, an honorary elder. This was none other than Ning Fengzhi, the sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School. Dugu Bo also had this qualification, but he didn't join them, remaining quietly on the outer perimeter. Ye Qiu watched the five people emerge from the Papal Palace. At this moment, on this platform, only a dozen or so people from Blue Tyrant Academy and the Royal Fighting Team hadn't knelt. Davis and Liu Erlong on the outer perimeter also hadn't knelt. Tang San glanced at Ye Qiu; if he didn't kneel, why should he? He also looked with some surprise at Yu Tianheng, Dai Mubai, and Ma Hongjun, who were standing ramrod straight beside him. When he saw Shi Mo, Shi Mo, and Oslo, a hint of contempt flashed in his eyes. Tang San and the others hadn't discussed the situation beforehand, but Ma Hongjun and the others had made the same decision. Even without his manhood certificate, Dai Mubai, as a prince, remained proud and arrogant. He naturally wouldn't kneel before the Spirit Hall. Ma Hongjun, on the other hand, never cared about the Spirit Hall. He only appreciated the gold spirit coins issued by the Spirit Hall. As for Yu Tianheng, he would never bow to the Pope, due to his Blue Lightning Tyrannosaurus Rex lineage and his own pride. On the other side, Xiao Wu looked up at Bibi Dong with curiosity, her eyes revealing a peculiar light, filled with doubt. This woman gave her a familiar yet strange feeling. Ning Rongrong, as the beloved daughter of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile School's sect leader and likely the next sect leader, naturally wouldn't kneel either. Dugu Yan and Zhu Zhuqing, husband and wife, stood firmly beside Ye Qiu. Although there was no explicit rule requiring spirit masters to bow to the Spirit Hall's Pope, their presence at this moment undoubtedly made them stand out. Bibi Dong ignored everyone else. The gaze landed directly on Ye Qiu and remained unmoved. All the members of the Spirit Hall glared at them angrily. Standing behind Bibi Dong, Chrysanthemum Douluo Yue Guan moved his lips slightly, reporting Tang San's identity to her. But Bibi Dong's gaze remained unwavering. She continued to stare at Ye Qiu, scrutinizing every detail, every micro-expression. He was so similar, so incredibly similar! "Ye Qiu?"
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Bibi Dong suddenly called out Ye Qiu's name.
Her voice was gentle and melodious.
Everyone cast curious and surprised glances at Ye Qiu
. Ye Qiu calmly looked at Bibi Dong,
waiting for her to continue.
"Ye Xiu, is he alright?"
Bibi Dong's words left everyone bewildered.
Could it be that Ye Qiu's elders had some connection with His Holiness the Pope?
Dugu Bo narrowed his eyes,
Ning Fengzhi and Sword Douluo exchanged
bewildered glances. Liu Erlong, however,
stared wide-eyed at Bibi Dong in astonishment.
What was wrong with this woman? Had she really lost her mind?
How could Bibi Dong not know
that Ye Qiu was Ye Xiu!
Davis's eyes flickered; it seemed he hadn't mistaken him for someone else. Was this the ruthless man from back then?
Tang San looked at Ye Qiu, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. The other's success made him very unhappy. Little did he know, Ye Qiu was also completely dumbfounded. According to Tang Yuehua and Liu Erlong, Bibi Dong shouldn't have asked such a question! Ye Qiu was at a loss for words. But Bibi Dong's eyes turned sinister, tinged with a sickly intensity. She smiled slightly, beautiful yet chilling. After a long wait with no response from Ye Qiu, the cardinal beside her immediately shouted, "Insolence! How dare you disrespect His Holiness the Pope!" Before he could finish, the cardinal trembled. "Did I ask you to speak?" An invisible pressure emanated from Bibi Dong, crushing him. The cardinal immediately knelt on the ground . "Please, Your Majesty, forgive me!" "Don't let it happen again." Bibi Dong glanced at him, then looked at Ye Qiu again. There was no anger in her eyes. She said softly, "Ye Qiu, I have high hopes for you." A wave of questions washed over the entire room. Even Hu Liena looked up at Ye Qiu, her eyes filled with fighting spirit. Xue Qinghe stared at Bibi Dong with a strange expression. Could it be... that the outrageous things Ye Qiu had told her were all true?! "Thank you , Your Majesty." Ye Qiu nodded slightly in response. Bibi Dong's eyes immediately brightened. Feeling relaxed, she nodded gently. Then , she shifted her gaze to Tang San, her expression turning somewhat cold. Tang San immediately straightened his back, meeting Bibi Dong's gaze without fear. However, the moment Bibi Dong's gaze focused on Tang San, Tang San clearly felt as if his soul was being ripped away. His body trembled slightly, and he had to immediately activate his Purple Demon Eye. Purple-gold light tinged with blood emanated from his eyes, reaching over a foot high, blocking Pope Bibi Dong's gaze. But his action was undeniably conspicuous, lacking the natural grace of Bibi Dong's. This was undoubtedly an offense to the Pope. However, having witnessed Ye Qiu's example, the cardinals nearby were also afraid that their intervention would offend His Holiness the Pope. Bibi Dong glanced at him with interest. He then glanced at Yu Tianheng, Ma Hongjun, and Dai Mubai. Upon meeting Bibi Dong's gaze, he immediately lowered his head. Bibi Dong's gaze had softened , and a faint smile appeared on her face as she stared at Tang San. "Are you Yu Xiaogang's disciple?" (End of Chapter)