918 An Exception!

"Ten percent of the power of a true Immortal!? Puny!" Completely ignoring whoever it was behind him, Meng Hao smiled coldly and clenched his hand into a fist. He punched out, causing a boom to echo out as the cauldron shattered. His fist continued on toward Fang Hong.

Another boom could be heard. Blood sprayed from Fang Hong's lips as she doubled over in pain. Meng Hao's punch was too fierce, and her qi passageways were shattered as she hurtled backward. It didn't matter that she was a woman, Meng Hao was as cold as ever.

After punching her, he turned icily to to face the group that was speeding toward him in the distance.

"Meng Hao, you twerp! How dare you!" Six people were flying through the air. Three of them were white-haired old men with cultivation bases in the Immortal realm. The one in the middle was clearly more powerful than the others, and was at the peak of the Immortal Realm.

That was the one who had spoken just now.