Mo Huasong nodded and said, "That's not a problem, I'll give you your wish, and duel with you tomorrow."
"This is not good." The President of Thousand Mountain Academy was startled by Mo Huasong's response.
He knew the kind of strength Mo Batian possessed, and if Mo Batian was provoked, one of his proud disciples would be killed.
You must know that it's extremely difficult to cultivate a student to the strength of an Immortal King.
If Mo Huasong killed him, where would he go to weep?
Mo Huasong sneered, "What's the matter, President of Thousand Mountain Academy, do you truly want to fight me? Or how about we have a go, betting ten Nine-grade Elixirs, what do you say?"
"Mo Batian, don't be so arrogant," the President of Thousand Mountain Academy said while looking at Mo Huasong, his mind working schemes.