Li An was defeated.
On the arena, Li An, who had endured for an hour, had blood dripping from the corners of his mouth, was pale-faced, and his body was covered in wounds.
On the other side, Song Qingsong was not without injuries but hadn't hurt his core, and his expression was indifferent.
"Brother Song has won, you can kill me now..."
Li An gave a bitter smile.
But Song Qingsong shook his head and said, "Junior Brother Li An, you can leave."
Li An had defeated Long Lü without killing him, even sought medical treatment for him, which had already earned the praise of the surrounding onlooking disciples. Now, if Song Qingsong won and killed Li An, how could he sustain his position in the Dao Sect?
He would be scolded to death by public backlash!
--This was the confidence that allowed Li An to dare to lose to him.
"Thank you, Senior Brother."
Li An bowed in salute.
"However, there's one thing,"
