Jun Jianning and Jun Moya, who had been indifferent all this while, looked fearful when they saw this.
Had it been the siblings who were attacked, they might not have been able to dodge the spiritual blades' attack at such speed and strength.
"Of course it's me, the trash you're all talking about."
Jun Mohuang slowly walked towards them.
After this period of nourishment from the aura, she had grown much taller than when she transmigrated.
She was dressed in a tight red riding suit that accentuated her figure. Her black boots reached her knees and wrapped around her slender legs.
Her thick black hair was tied into a ponytail and her eyes were cold.
Everyone present could feel the strong oppression.
Jun Mohuang was beautiful to begin with. With her dashing appearance and cold eyes, she immediately captured everyone's attention.