Li Mujian had actually lost.
And by the looks of it, he was injured as well.
Zhou Qingxue and others who had been observing from the sidelines could hardly believe it.
Especially Zhou Qingxue.
When Li Mujian fought with that Ghost King in Hong Kong, Zhou Qingxue had been at the scene.
At that time, Li Mujian was like a Heavenly God descended to earth, with endless tricks up his sleeve. No matter how powerful the Ghost King was, Li Mujian always had a solution.
In the end, Li Mujian beheaded the Ghost King and left a great reputation in Hong Kong.
But today, the invincible Li Mujian of Hong Kong had been defeated.
How could Zhou Qingxue accept this?
If even Li Mujian had been defeated, who could contend with this tiger demon?
Were they all destined to die here today, to become prey to the tiger's maw?
Zhou Qingxue also couldn't help but feel despair.
At this moment, there was a deep despair in Li Mujian's eyes as well.
He looked at the tiger demon.
