At that moment, Zhong Niangyao was completely different from usual, exuding an aura fit for a king, looking down with lofty superiority at Hu Jiu, who lay on the ground. Her eyes held no warmth, as if Hu Jiu did not exist at all in her eyes.
With another gentle wave of her hand, Hu Jiu, who was still on the ground, was sent flying again, his injuries becoming even worse.
Hu Jiu looked at Zhong Niangyao, fear finally uncontrollably appearing in his eyes.
"Who are you? Who are you really?"
He was now certain, the Zhong Niangyao before him had really transformed into someone else. Otherwise, how could she have changed so drastically! Especially that strength of hers, it was completely inscrutable to him.
He was a fox spirit who had practiced for a thousand years, an almost invincible existence in the mortal world. Yet, the Zhong Niangyao before him completely suppressed him.
