Clang!
The collision of fist and sword!
Bai Xiaofan only felt a slight numbness in his arm as he took many steps back, slamming forcefully into the wall behind him.
Spurt!
A mouthful of fresh blood sprayed out, his face became even paler, as if he might collapse at any moment.
"So weak, I really don't understand, you're this weak, what good would reaching the Golden Core realm do?"
Little Wolf shook his head, turned around, and left, seeming not willing to kill Bai Xiaofan.
Watching Little Wolf slowly walking away, Bai Xiaofan, leaning on his longsword, spat out another mouthful of blood and passed out.
When he came to, it had already been dozens of hours.
Slowly opening his eyes, he took a look around and found himself in his own room.
Besides some pain in his back, the rest of his injuries didn't seem to be a problem anymore.
Who exactly was that man called Little Wolf?
Just a simple punch had caused him such severe injuries.