Chapter 118: Chapter 118: Followers of the White-clothed Divine King, the Gray-clad Heavy Pupil Maiden, Ah Jiu (Third Update)
Across the entire Forbidden City, all the cultivators from various factions hadn’t reacted yet.
They were still immersed in the shock from a moment ago.
However, at this moment, they saw the scene of the Third Prince’s head separated from his body.
Everyone was stunned, their minds blank, unable to process it for a moment.
In the Forbidden City of the Panwu Divine Dynasty’s Imperial Capital, in front of the Panwu Divine Lord, the Third Prince of the Panwu Divine Dynasty was killed.
What kind of courage must one possess to do such a thing?
Even the Jun Family would have to inquire before making a decision, right?
But in the blink of an eye, the Third Prince was beheaded, which was too fast for anyone to comprehend.
The Panwu Divine Lord’s face turned green, and he let out a long howl, raising his hand, causing a Quasi-Supreme Venerable aura to erupt, blasting into the distant void.
He was furious and indignant, never expecting someone dared to kill his son right under his nose.
From the distant void, a sound of zither echoed, clashing with the Panwu Divine Lord’s techniques, shattering the space.
Finally, a transcendent figure clad in gray appeared.
It was a woman in gray, seated in the depths of void with a Jiaowei Zither on her knees.
The gray robe was loose, its sleeves fluttering, yet it couldn’t hide her alluring figure.
Her three thousand strands of hair were long and untidy, concealing most of her face.
Occasionally, a breeze would reveal a portion of her immortal beauty, which was as snow-white and dream-like.
Her beauty did not pale in comparison to Jiang Shengyi.
There was even a mysterious sense of antiquity accumulated over time.
"Who is that..."
Within the Forbidden City, most cultivators were stunned.
They hadn’t expected the one who killed the Third Prince to be a woman.
Moreover, a woman of supreme strength.
Many male cultivators, upon seeing a corner of the gray-clad woman’s immortal beauty, were stupefied, marveling at her beauty and mystery.
"No, look at the eyes of the gray-clad woman, why do they have a sense of re-opening the heavens and evolving chaos?" an elder from a major faction exclaimed in surprise.
At this moment, everyone realized, though the gray woman’s dual pupils were partly hidden by her hair.
One could still faintly see a terrifying scene where suns sank and stars died, replaying chaos within them.
And the pupils seemed overlapped, forming a double-ringed appearance.
"Hiss... could it be the legendary Heavy Pupils?" Many gasped, unable to conceal their shock.
Heavy Pupils are an extremely rare and supreme ocular phenomenon.
Ranking among the top thirty in the Three Thousand Physiques, utterly terrifying.
Seeing such a mysterious and transcendent gray-clad Heavy Pupils woman appear, the arena fell silent.
"Hmm? Who are you?" The Panwu Divine Lord’s pupils suddenly contracted upon seeing the gray-clad Heavy Pupils woman.
Even he, a Quasi-Supreme Venerable, felt a subtle pressure.
Jun Xiaoyao was slightly surprised.
He hadn’t expected his guardian to be a woman.
And a woman of ultimate strength.
The Panwu Divine Lord is the emperor of a nation, his cultivation supreme, those daring to confront him are absolutely few.
Not to mention a woman.
But now, that mysterious, peerless gray-clad woman seated deep in the void, her aura was by no means weaker than the Panwu Divine Lord.
"Death is certain for all who conspire to trap the Young Master!" the gray-clad Heavy Pupils woman spoke with indifference.
Jun Xiaoyao’s eyes flashed with unknown meaning upon hearing this.
The gray-clad Heavy Pupils woman didn’t address him as lord, Divine Son, etc., but as Young Master.
This was intriguing.
"Could you be that person..."
Suddenly, the Panwu Divine Lord seemed to realize something, his face reflecting extreme surprise and apprehension.
Some elderly figures from major factions also seemed to remember something, recovering their senses.
"I recall, this gray-clad Heavy Pupils woman is..." an elderly person’s eyes revealed shock.
He hadn’t expected this person to reveal herself again, and furthermore, becoming Jun Xiaoyao’s guardian.
"Miss Jiu has acted." Jun Zhantian muttered, unsurprised.
"She is one of the Eight Divisions of the Divine King, who once followed the White-clothed Divine King Jun Wuhui, the Double Pupil Zither Maiden, Ah Jiu!" An elder from an Immortal Dao Lineage couldn’t help but exclaim.
The moment these words came out, waves of disbelief thundered through the arena.
If Jun Xiaoyao represents the leading figure of this generation for the Jun Family.
Then the previous generation was Jun Wuhui.
His strength needed no elaboration.
In short, even among his eight followers, any one of them was an invincible presence sweeping across the land.
And this gray-clad Heavy Pupils woman, Ah Jiu, was one of the eight followers of Jun Wuhui.
"So that’s it." Jun Xiaoyao realized.
No wonder Jun Zhantian had said earlier that his guardian had an extraordinary background.
Little did he expect she was actually his father’s former subordinate.
And now, the Celestial Zither Maiden’s face revealed astonishment: "It’s her, that seems to be the one my master mentioned, whom he said was an unparalleled existence."
The Celestial Zither Maiden’s master is the leader of the Immortal Dance Zither Sect, unmatched in musical prowess across the Immortal Realm.
To be the one even he spoke of as unmatched in talent, one could imagine her superlative extraordinariness.
Now, with the identity of the gray-clad Double Pupil Maiden Ah Jiu fully exposed, the scene turned ablaze.
The Panwu Divine Lord’s face turned exceedingly grim.
Not only was the woman exceptionally powerful, but her identity was the most daunting aspect.
A follower of the White-clothed Divine King!
Although the incident of a decade past happened, no one knew if the White-clothed Divine King Jun Wuhui was alive or dead.
Yet no one dared underestimate them.
"I killed him, do you have any objections?" Ah Jiu’s voice was cold and indifferent, seated high above like an ancient female immortal.
The Panwu Divine Lord had never felt such humiliation.
He wanted to act, but the consequences were unpredictable.
Watching the Panwu Divine Lord’s contorted expression, many around secretly marveled.
To force an Immortal Divine Dynasty’s master to this extent, the power behind Jun Xiaoyao was terrifying.
"Indeed, it was my rebellious son who erred, and this is his deserved punishment." After a long pause, the Panwu Divine Lord finally spoke.
His words silenced the area.
The dignified master of the Immortal Divine Dynasty ultimately conceded.
"Father..." Wu Mingyue’s pupils trembled.
She hadn’t imagined their Immortal Divine Dynasty would be compelled to bow so low.
Jun Xiaoyao’s expression showed little change, he spoke: "Since that’s the case, should Jun Mou be allowed into the Panwu Mausoleum?"
"Jun Xiaoyao, don’t go too far!" The Panwu Divine Lord’s face had turned dark to the extreme.
Jun Xiaoyao not only insulted Wu Mingyue publicly, saying she wasn’t worthy of him.
But even the Third Prince was killed.
Yet now, Jun Xiaoyao still wanted to enter the Panwu Mausoleum.
Anyone would find this hard to swallow.
Jun Xiaoyao remained calm, saying: "The Third Prince’s demise was his deserved punishment, but should Jun Mou not be compensated for his losses?"
Losses?
The Panwu Divine Lord almost wanted to slap Jun Xiaoyao to death!
What losses did Jun Xiaoyao suffer?
He hadn’t lost an arm or a leg.
Purely extorting him.
However, just when the situation reached an impasse, an ancient and solemn voice slowly echoed from the depths of the Imperial Palace.
"Let it be, give Jun Family’s Divine Son a chance to enter the Panwu Mausoleum."
Upon hearing this voice, the Panwu Divine Lord’s expression changed!