Ling Hao Qin Yuxin R

"Hmph! I admit I'm inferior in skill. If you want to ask me questions, wait until your next life!" The elder wouldn't back down so easily.,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.,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.。