"Good!"
One of the True Qi Realm Martial Artists couldn't help but shout.
In less than a few minutes, they had been slaughtered so ruthlessly by Meng Ping that their courage nearly vanished. If not for Meng Ping's relentless killing intent, they probably wouldn't have fought so desperately.
Now, seeing Lu Chang'sheng finally injure Meng Ping, some of the True Qi Realm fighters started to see a glimmer of hope.
Only a glimmer of hope, though.
Meng Ping's expression was ice cold, his eyes brimming with murderous intent, his body swelling several inches larger.
He grabbed hold of the fishing net binding him, planning to rip it apart first, then slowly torment everyone present.
"Do you really think mere mortals like you can understand the power of an Immortal?"
With a loud tearing sound, the fishing net was instantly shredded.
But then, Meng Ping suddenly saw a cloud of white mist thrown his way.
