Ling Hao Qin Yuxin R

Ling Hao's eyes narrowed, and with a flick of his finger, several gusts of wind shot out from his fingertips, vanishing into the elder's chest.,Before his words could even finish, a bone-shattering sound erupted. The opponent's shoulder blade had been pulverized by Ling Hao's palm wind.,And, about this matter, he had a vague hunch in his heart that it was likely related to several major families in the country!。