Ling Hao Qin Yuxin R

After sending his opponent flying with a palm strike, Ling Hao didn't hesitate for a moment and pursued him further.,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.,The next moment, a cloud of blood erupted from the elder's brow, a headshot.。