The Flame Ancestral Talisman in Hand

"One move? You're looking down on him!" The woman who had tried to stop Xiao Ming earlier could not contain her outrage.

"Xinlian, stand down!"

Moluo's voice rang out sharply. He could sense the terrifying energy within the thunder above. If it erupted at full force, all of Fire Flame City would be flattened!

This man was not joking about ending it in one move!

Tang Xinlian had been rebuked, but she still felt indignant. She could not bear to see her master belittled. Under Moluo's gaze, however, she had no choice but to withdraw.

Once she had stepped back, Moluo flew high into the sky and raised his head slightly, looking at the countless bolts of thunder overhead.

"Do you know? The Flame Ancestral Talisman is what I rely on to wipe out the Otherworldly Demons and avenge my family."

Moluo spoke calmly, but an intense obsession ran through his voice.

"So there's no way you're taking it from me so easily!"

As Moluo's words fell, crimson flames surged from his body. Their heat was so fierce that even space seemed to warp.

"The power of the Flame Ancestral Talisman? You really are determined." Xiao Ming narrowed his eyes. He turned his palm over and pressed it gently downward.

Silver light erupted across the sky, and all of Fire Flame City shook. The many colossal bolts of thunder roaring overhead pierced through space and appeared before Moluo at once.

Moluo's expression grew grave. He lightly clenched his hand, and the towering crimson flames rose above him, gathering into a blazing sun over his head.

Then the enormous sun shot forward.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Moluo was determined to resist, but the gap in strength between them was vast.

Where the thunder passed, the flames filling the sky shattered and scattered.