"What did you say?" Mo Hua looked shocked and bewildered.
"Hand it over..."
"What?"
"Damn it, what else could it be?" Rat's face turned livid, blood beginning to seep into his eyes. "Old Man Pi's Tomb-Raiding Talisman must be in your hands!"
Mo Hua's heart skipped a beat.
Sure enough!
This rat was after that Tomb-Raiding Talisman. When he had searched Mo Hua's Storage Bag earlier, he had been looking for Mr. Pi's Tomb-Raiding Talisman.
"I don't even know what you're talking about..." Mo Hua looked thoroughly confused.
But the rat ignored whatever he said. His rough, broad palm, like the claw of some demonic beast, reached for Mo Hua again.
Mo Hua had seen with his own eyes how that hand had gouged a Shen Family Golden Core Cultivator to death. His heart tightened, and he hastily activated the Flowing Water Step to evade.
A wisp of watery light coiled around Mo Hua's body, making him swift as running water as he dodged the rat's huge hand.
The rat changed his move, pale yellow Golden Core energy condensing between his palms as he continued reaching for Mo Hua.
Mo Hua's expression changed slightly. He had no choice but to push the Flowing Water Step to its limit. With several flashes, he evaded the grab again, then pointed with two fingers in a backhand motion. A fireball shot forth and exploded against the rat's face.
But Mo Hua was at Foundation Establishment, while the rat was at Golden Core.
An ordinary Second-Grade Fireball Technique did little damage to a Golden Core Cultivator.
The Fireball Technique exploded, smoke billowing everywhere. A moment later, the rat emerged with one hand over his face.
Some of his hair had been singed, and his face was smeared with soot. His injuries were negligible, but