After the humiliation of the Yoman Clan, the atmosphere around the arena changed completely.
The arrogant expressions that had previously appeared on the faces of many participants disappeared one after another. Those who had been whispering among themselves fell silent, while those who had been considering provoking someone from Pagoda of Hope wisely abandoned the thought.
Everyone had witnessed what had happened.
The master of Pagoda Hope had openly humiliated a member of the Yoman Clan without showing even the slightest concern for the consequences.
That alone was enough to make everyone understand something.
Pegoda Hope was not someone they could afford to offend.
Even the Yoman Clan, a powerful and respected clan, had failed to receive any face from them. If Pagoda of Hope was willing to disregard the Yoman Clan so openly, then what would happen to an ordinary participant who dared to provoke them?
No one wanted to find out.
