Ling Hao Qin Yuxin R

Ling Hao swept out another gust of wind, and the old man's intense pain instantly vanished. Then, he lay on the ground like mud, trembling uncontrollably.,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!。