In the skies above House Luolan.

The two Dukes were waging a catastrophic battle, attracting the attention of all the peak experts within Xia City.

Zhu Qinghuo and Ox Biaobiao had already revealed their Duke world spaces, absorbing the impact of their blows. Otherwise, Xia City's sky would have already been turned into a fragmented and desolate void, the space torn to shreds.

One could see a massive, flaming palm constantly swatting down within the fiery-red clouds, radiating terrifying amounts of heat that caused even the space itself to burn and leaving an acrid smell. Every pattern engraved upon the palm itself was mystifying, condensing the essence of flame itself. 

This was the Duke Art that a fourth-grade Duke could bring forth. If such a move were to land unobstructed in the midst of Xia City, half of it would inevitably go up in flames.

Faced with Zhu Qinghuo's Duke Art, Ox Biaobiao immediately returned the favor. Clenching his fist...