A Duel? No Problem

"Silver Fox Clan Master, after that bout just now, you should be well aware of my strength," Mo Hun said nonchalantly. "If you fight us, not even the Devil Refining Gourd can save you."

"What do you want then?" the clan master of the Silver Fox Clan frowned and asked coldly.

Mo Hun put his hands together and said, "The Demon Master instructed me to come here to get the Devil Refining Gourd. If I fail to deliver, I will die. So, how about we place a bet on this battle?"

"What do you mean?" the Silver Fox Clan Master asked.

"In less than half a day, the disciples of the Door of Desolation will be here," Mo Hun said. "When they arrive, a huge battle will break out. My Demon Army may be strong, but I'm well aware that our death would be inevitable. But if we are going to lose our lives, rest assured that we'll bring a few lives from your side down with us. At the very least, we'll wipe out your Spirit Fox Clan."