C241 Snow Charcoal

Son of Qingcheng did not speak anymore. He raised his palm and slapped it towards Ling Hao. His palm condensed a golden light as he struck forward.

With this palm, everyone felt as if all the spiritual energy within a three hundred meter radius had been sucked out.

Involuntarily, everyone turned to look at Ling Hao.

Ling Hao still stood with his hands behind his back