Ying Huanhuan, Jiang Yinyin, the Lord of Darkness, the Lord of Life and Death, the Lord of Space, the Lord of Desolation, and Mu Lingshan, bearer of the Ancestral Talisman of Life and Death, all looked toward the sound. A red-robed figure was rapidly flying toward them from that direction.
"That fellow carries the aura of the Flame Ancestral Symbol." The Lord of Space smiled faintly as he examined the man, then nodded. "Not bad. The Wheel Turning Realm!"
"The Ice Ancestral Talisman, the Ancestral Talisman of Life and Death!" The red-robed figure looked stunned. His rugged face and thick brows carried an overbearing presence capable of incinerating heaven and earth. A flaming rune on his forehead flickered with an unusual light.
"Are you Moluo, Hall Master of the Yan God Palace?" Xiao Han asked.
Moluo was a renowned name even in the Sea of Chaotic Demons. Among its top experts, he ranked among the very best. The Yan God Palace under his command dominated the Flame Sea Region. Of course, to Xiao Han, the only thing about him worth a second glance was his control over one of the Eight Great Ancestral Symbols, the Flame Ancestral Symbol.
"May I ask who you are?" Moluo looked at Xiao Han solemnly. As he swept his gaze around, he found that none of the people before him were simple figures. Aside from the Ice Ancestral Talisman and the Ancestral Talisman of Life and Death, every one of them exuded an aura that made him deeply wary.
"My master is Xiao Han, Sect Master of the Misty Immortal Sect!" Ying Huanhuan answered before anyone else could.
"What? You're Xiao Han?" Even though Moluo was far away in the Sea of Chaotic Demons, he had heard of Xiao Han's great name.
"Mm." Xiao Han