The middle-aged man had his reasons for being so confident.
Although he was merely the subordinate of a distinguished figure in the Hall of Envoys, he was, after all, from the Immortal Territory.
The Cultivation and Martial Techniques he practiced and the Divine Weapons he possessed were far beyond anything a Cultivator from the Mortal District could compare to.
Facing the Mountain and Sea Empire, he felt an innate, lofty sense of superiority.
Even when facing the Emperor Li Shimu, his attitude wouldn't change in the slightest.
He wouldn't deny that Mo Qi's talent was greater than his.
But the claim that he couldn't kill a mere Purity Realm cultivator, and that this same cultivator could slaughter him like a dog in two or three years... The middle-aged man could only laugh. He didn't know how else to react to such nonsense.
"You don't believe me? How about we make a bet?" Mo Qi said with a light chuckle.
