Ling Hao Qin Yuxin R

Ling Hao arrived later and, with a flick of his wrist, shot three silver needles into the elder's body.,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.,Then, he bent down and picked up the dragon-shaped pendant from the elder's body. He took a quick look at it and realized it was almost identical to his own. The only difference seemed to be the color of the dragon's head, which was slightly different.。