"Dragon Capturing Hand."
Zhong Lin seized the moment when the poison fire dispersed, reaching out with his right hand into the void. His inner breath transformed into a hand, morphing into a massive Qi Force hand the size of a millstone, fiercely grabbing towards Ding He.
Ding He's face changed drastically. He hadn't expected his poison fire to be dispelled so easily, and now Zhong Lin was using some unknown martial arts technique to grab him.
Instinctively, he withdrew the flute from his waist and fiercely struck it towards the Qi Force hand. As the flute cut through the air, it produced a piercing sound.
Bam!
Zhong Lin's Qi Force hand shook violently, and the flute in Ding He's hand exploded. He himself was engulfed by the True Qi hand, spewing a mouthful of blood as he fell from the sky.
"Slash!"
A golden sword light flashed. Ding He screamed tragically, dying on the spot.
