At the same time, the newcomer spat a large mouthful of blood into the sky and flew backwards at high speed. In mid-air, he sputtered another arc of blood.,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.。