Chapter 118: Follower of the White-Clothed God King, Grey-Clothed Double-Pupil Woman, A-Jiu

The entire Forbidden City, cultivators of all forces, had not yet reacted.

They were still immersed in the shock of just a moment ago.

Yet at this moment, they saw the scene of the Third Prince's head being separated from his body.

Everyone was stunned, their minds blank, unable to come to their senses for a while.

In the Forbidden City of the Panwu Divine Dynasty's Imperial Capital, in front of the Panwu Divine Lord, killing the Panwu Divine Dynasty's Third Prince.

What kind of courage did one need to do such a thing?

Even the Jun Clan would have to question first before making a ruling.

But in the blink of an eye, the Third Prince was separated from his body; this was simply too fast, leaving people unable to recover for a long time.

The Panwu Divine Lord's face turned green; with a long howl, he reached out, his Quasi-Supreme aura erupting, blasting toward the distant void.

He was furious and resentful, not expecting that someone would really dare to kill his son under his very nose.

In the distant void, zither sounds rang out, colliding with the Panwu Divine Lord's move, causing space to shatter.

Finally, a grey-clothed, peerless figure manifested.

It was a grey-clothed woman, sitting in the depths of the void, a scorched-tail zither placed before her knees.

The grey robe was wide, her sleeves fluttering, yet it couldn't hide her proud figure.

Her three thousand green silks were long and messy, covering most of her face.

Occasionally, a breeze would blow, revealing a small half of her immortal face, which was also as white as snow, dreamlike and beautiful.

Her beauty was not inferior to Jiang Shengyi's.

There was even a sense of mysterious vicissitudes, as if settled by the passage of time.

"That person is..."

Inside the Forbidden City, most of the cultivators were stunned.

They didn't expect that the person who struck to kill the Third Prince was actually a woman.

And a woman powerful to the extreme.

Many male cultivators, seeing the immortal face of the grey-clothed woman, were stunned, marveling at her beauty and mystery.

"No, look at the grey-clothed woman's eyes. Why do they have a feeling of reopening the heavens and earth, evolving chaos?" a major force elder said in shock.

Only then did the crowd discover that the grey-clothed woman's double pupils, although partially covered by her green silk,

could still be vaguely seen, with terrifying scenes of suns destroying and stars sinking, re-enacting chaos.

And those pupils seemed to be overlapped, presenting a double-ring appearance.

"Hiss... could it be the legendary Double Pupils?" many people gasped, their expressions unable to hide their shock.

Double Pupils were an extremely rare and supreme pupil.

Among the three thousand physiques, it was also ranked in the top thirty, terrifying to the extreme.

Seeing such a mysterious and transcendent grey-clothed double-pupil woman appear, the whole venue fell silent.

"Hmm? Who are you?" The Panwu Divine Lord saw the grey-clothed double-pupil woman, his pupils shrinking suddenly.

Even he, a Quasi-Supreme, felt a kind of hidden pressure.

Within Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.

He didn't expect his protector to be a woman.

And a woman powerful to the extreme.

The Panwu Divine Lord was an Imperial Lord, with supreme cultivation; there were definitely not many people who dared to confront him.

Not to mention a woman.

But now, the grey-clothed woman sitting in the depths of the void, mysterious and peerless, had an aura not at all weaker than the Panwu Divine Lord.

"Whoever dares to use schemes to frame the Young Master, kill without mercy!" The grey-clothed double-pupil woman's tone was indifferent.

Within Jun Xiaoyao heard this, a strange meaning flashing in his eyes.

The grey-clothed double-pupil woman's address for him was not Young Master, Divine Son, etc., but Young Master.

This was intriguing.

"Could you be that..."

Suddenly, the Panwu Divine Lord seemed to think of something, his face revealing extreme surprise and wariness.

Some old people from major forces in the audience also seemed to remember something, coming to their senses.

"The old man remembers now, this grey-clothed double-pupil woman is..." an old man's eyes revealed shock.

He didn't expect that this person had appeared again, and had become Within Jun Xiaoyao's protector.

"Nine Miss, she still struck." Jun Zhantian murmured, not surprised.

"She is one of the eight God King divisions who followed the White-Clothed God King Jun Wuhei back then, the Double-Pupil Zither Woman, A-Jiu!" an immortal orthodoxy elder couldn't help but exclaim.

As soon as these words were spoken, heaven-shaking waves were stirred up in the four directions.

If one were to say the leading figure of this generation of the Jun Clan was Within Jun Xiaoyao,

then the previous generation was Jun Wuhei.

His strength no longer needed to be described in words.

In short, even his eight followers, any one of them taken out, were invincible existences that swept across all directions.

And this grey-clothed double-pupil woman, A-Jiu, was exactly one of the eight followers of Jun Wuhei back then.

"So that's how it is." Within Jun Xiaoyao suddenly understood.

No wonder Jun Zhantian said before that his protector had an extraordinary background.

Didn't expect it to be his father's former subordinate.

And at this moment, Tianqin Woman also revealed a look of shock: "It's her, the one my master once said was an existence she couldn't hope to reach."

Tianqin Woman's master was the master of the Immortal Dance Zither Sect, whose zither skills were peerless in the entire Immortal Realm.

To be an existence that even she couldn't hope to reach, one could imagine how transcendent and peerless she was.

With this, the grey-clothed double-pupil woman A-Jiu's identity was completely exposed, and the surroundings were in an uproar.

The Panwu Divine Lord's expression was ugly to the extreme.

That woman, not to mention how powerful she was herself, her identity was the most daunting thing.

Follower of the White-Clothed God King!

Although ten years ago, that incident happened, and no one knew whether the White-Clothed God King Jun Wuhei was alive or dead now.

However, no one dared to underestimate him.

"I killed him, do you have an opinion?" A-Jiu's voice was cold and indifferent, sitting high in the sky like an ancient female immortal.

The Panwu Divine Lord had never had such a frustrating time.

He wanted to strike, but the consequences were incalculable.

Looking at the Panwu Divine Lord's changing expression, many people around were secretly clicking their tongues.

To be able to force an Immortal Divine Dynasty Lord to this extent, the power behind Within Jun Xiaoyao was too terrifying.

"This matter was indeed my rebellious son's mistake; this can be considered the punishment he deserved." The Panwu Divine Lord closed his eyes for a long time before speaking.

With one sentence, the four directions fell silent.

The dignified Immortal Divine Dynasty Lord had ultimately bowed his head.

"Father Emperor..." Wu Mingyue's pupils trembled.

Didn't expect that their Immortal Divine Dynasty would have a day of bowing their heads like this.

Within Jun Xiaoyao's expression didn't change much, saying, "Since that's the case, can Jun enter the Panwu Mausoleum now?"

"Within Jun Xiaoyao, don't push your luck!" The Panwu Divine Lord's face was already black to the extreme.

Within Jun Xiaoyao not only humiliated Wu Mingyue in public, saying she wasn't worthy of him.

Even the Third Prince was killed.

And now, Within Jun Xiaoyao actually still wanted to enter the Panwu Mausoleum.

Whoever it was, they couldn't swallow this anger.

Within Jun Xiaoyao's expression was calm, saying, "The Third Prince's death is the punishment he deserved, but Jun's loss should always be compensated."

Loss?

The Panwu Divine Lord simply wanted to slap Within Jun Xiaoyao to death!

What did Within Jun Xiaoyao lose?

No missing arms or legs.

Purely here to extort people.

However, just as the situation reached a stalemate, an ancient and weathered voice slowly resonated from the depths of the imperial palace.

"Forget it, give the Jun Clan Divine Son a chance to enter the Panwu Mausoleum."

Hearing this voice, the Panwu Divine Lord's expression changed! ===== CHAPTER 119 =====