Primordial World: I, an Iron-Eating Beast, Had My Thoughts Overheard by Houtu-Lu Ya in His Early Twenties
"Let me see just what sort of creature you really are!" Seeing this "Xiong Meng" send all nine hundred and ninety-seven contestants flying off the arena with one punch, as though dumping out garbage, then knock the referee flying with another, Bifang's face filled with disbelief. The contestants were one thing, but that referee was a disciple of Jiejiao, a student of Sect Leader Tongtian! Defeated in a single move-could a creature under twenty thousand years old possibly do that? What a joke! At once, dazzling red light shone from his eyes as he stared hard at Xiong Meng.
Yet beneath the scrutiny of his glowing eyes, all he saw was still a male bear standing with his hands on his hips, head high and chest out, looking thoroughly pleased with himself. His appearance did not change in the slightest. This... was bizarre.
"Hmph! Without the Demon-Illuminating Mirror, you think those bird eyes of yours can see through my true form? You really don't know your own limits!" Feeling Bifang's gaze upon him, Xiong Meng curled his lips upward and thought smugly.
"Point Guard Is Here"
They were both Great Immortals. Though his cultivation might have been somewhat inferior to Bifang's, he had learned part of the Seventy Transformations of Forest and Wood from Gungun. As the Primordial Heavenly Venerable's mount, he had also learned the Eight-Nine Profound Art from the Heavenly Venerable and could perform seventy-three transformations. Seeing through his transformation technique was beyond Bifang's abilities.
On the raised platform, Holy Mother Wudang looked toward Arena Two and sighed softly.
Originally, she too would have been unable to see through Xiong Meng's true form. However, he was using the Seventy Transformations of