Even though he was killing people profusely and with cruel methods, and his level was even higher than that of Jiang Wuya, Pan Bao still respected and feared the third prince of Southern Xinjiang in front of him.
Even... fearful to the core,
He had seen His Highness's extremely strange methods.
That's something even the ninth-level Tianyuan Master can't resist!
especially…
Pan Bao touched the sword at his waist.
The sword that allowed him to achieve his current achievements was given by this strange His Highness.
Pan Bao glanced at Yun Qingyan, feeling cold in his heart.
Since she dares to scold this person, I'm afraid her family won't be able to save her!
Su Ling and Jiang Wushu glared at Yun Qingyan even more angrily. How dare she mock the Third Highness/Emperor Brother? !
"Haha." A low, magnetic but extremely eerie voice came out from under the black hood. The sun was shining brightly at the entrance of the martial arts arena, but it made people feel like they were in a cold cave.
"Don't be so nervous~" The leisurely voice seemed to have a strange rhythm, echoing in the ears and lingering for a long time.
"I'm just here to visit Qingxuan's grand event. There's no need to think about destroying it~" Jiang Wuya stretched out his fair and slender hands and closed his hood. His fair hands were particularly bright in the sun. It was a kind of long-lasting feeling. Bai, who has never seen the sun, "After all...
Someone has already given us a good show~"
Deep laughter overflowed from the hood, making Yun Qingyan's hair stand up and her brows furrowed.
What does "Jiang Wuya" mean
"Your Highness, you are here." A gentle voice sounded. At some point, Dean Shuiwu, Elder Yue'an and others also came over.
Shuiwu's eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of darkness, but as if he could see everything, he cast his gaze on Jiang Wuya.
"Tsk~" Jiang Wuya glanced at Shui Wu's eyes and chuckled, seeming to be disdainful and contemptuous.
Dare to peek into his boundless destiny? Then he must have the consciousness to pay the price!
Yue'an, who was behind Shuiwu, heard Jiang Wuya's slight sneer, and his face instantly became angry, "Boy, I don't care about your identity as the third prince of Southern Xinjiang!"
You'd better hand over the antidote, otherwise, don't blame me for being rude! "
He sought out many doctors and even alchemists to help Shuiwu treat his eyes, but no matter what methods he used, they had no effect.
This made Yue'an even more suspicious that Jiang Wuya had used some kind of weird poison.
The people of Southern Xinjiang are the most insidious and shameless!
"Yue'an." Shui Wu called Elder Yue gently, "Don't be rude to His Highness the Third."
Moreover, it is really not the fault of Jiang Wuya that he lost his eyes, it can only be blamed on him not being good at studying and peeping into the wrong destiny.
But no matter how he explained it, Yue'an always believed that Jiang Wuya poisoned him.
Under the hood, Jiang Wuya smiled faintly, and his deep magnetic voice was filled with disapproval, "Is this palace's antidote yours to take as long as you want
If you have the ability, come over and give it a try! "
"Sure enough, it was you who did it!" Yue'an was instantly furious. He told Shuiwu that his eyes were definitely caused by Jiang Wuya, but Shuiwu wouldn't listen!
Not only Yue'an, but all the students who heard this looked at Jiang Wuya angrily!
They said they came to Bei'an for exchanges and exchanges, but they secretly poisoned their dean's eyes! How dare you be so arrogant now? !
How could they endure it
"Get out of Qingxuan Academy!"
"The scum of southern Xinjiang get out of Bei'an!"
"You are not welcome in Qingxuan Academy!" A shouting and cursing sound rang out.
The crowd's boiling anger flooded the Southern Xinjiang group like a tide. Even Batu and Pan Bao, who were heaven-level masters, were shocked and took two steps back, with pale faces.
(End of chapter)