Sensing the sharp claws in front of his throat, Lan Hao felt as if he was already dead for a moment.
He even felt that the skin of his throat had already been cut by the claw.
Originally, he subconsciously wanted to swallow, but he forcefully stopped under the threat of death, afraid that if he swallowed, his throat would touch that claw.
The Golden-Scaled Tiger King looked at Lan Hao, who was lying motionless on the ground. It opened its bloody mouth, bared its fangs, and slowly brought its mouth in front of Lan Hao.
"Ahhh!"
Lan Hao only felt a slight warm feeling in his pants. Then, he could not care less about losing face.
He immediately closed his eyes and shouted,
"No! Don't!"
"I… I admit defeat!"
"I admit defeat!"
Lan Hao was really scared out of his wits.
He felt that if he still did not admit defeat, this tiger could eat his head in one bite.
