Mu Taihong's spirit was tense, and his martial arts skills were exceptional. The faint sound could not escape his notice. Xuanhu and the Divine Bird glared, watching the Xiangrui next to them gently biting through the bamboo shoot.
Eat, eat, eat, that's all you know how to do!
Mu Taihong gripped his knife, his spirit taut, and walked over, suddenly gathering strength. A storm erupted in the air, the blade's light cut down fiercely, shattering the bamboo ahead, only to find an Iron-eating Beast slowly chewing on the bamboo inside.
There were Xiangrui in the Southwest, rumored to be the mounts of the ancient Jiuli Master. However, over the years, no real Xiangrui had been seen. As for normal Iron-eating Beasts, there were quite a few in the Southwest.
Not all Divine Beasts and Xiangrui were as unique as the Qilin.
Mu Taihong breathed a sigh of relief and said, "So it's an Iron-eating Beast..."
He slowly sheathed the knife in his hand, his spirit relaxing.
