"Bai Xiaofan, don't blame this old man, blame yourself for being too important to Elder Wu. I can only kill you to make him understand what despair is!"
Li Qiu stared at Bai Xiaofan, once again reverting to the arrogant demeanor of a master!
If only there weren't bloodstains on the corner of his mouth and his face wasn't so pale as paper, the effect might be better!
"Heh, just a jackal of the same tribe. Even if this young master has one last breath, I will absolutely not die by your hands! You're not worthy to end my life!"
Bai Xiaofan sneered, forcefully stabbing the Dragon Sparrow Sword into the ground, stubbornly and tenaciously pulling himself up from the ground, leaning against it!
Looking at Bai Xiaofan, who was already at his last gasp but still exuded a strong will to fight, Li Qiu shook his head lightly.
If Bai Xiaofan doesn't die today and is given some time, he will surely become a peerless master, a significant grandmaster in the cultivation world!
