countered each with a sword strike, gradually increasing his draw speed to about a second per strike.
"You think a little lightning lion can fight me?" Qin Yi taunted the lightning lion ahead.
The lion didn’t respond, swinging a massive lightning claw at Qin Yi. The claw’s purple lightning was incredibly strong, striking Qin Yi’s body.
But Qin Yi stood firm, letting the purple lightning strike him, leaving only white-purple marks without drawing blood.
"Instant Thunder Sword."
Qin Yi swiftly drew the blood-red broken sword, slashing at the lion’s claw. A purple-gold lightning blade sliced through the sky.
The purple-gold lightning blade collided with the lion's claw, overpowering it.
"Die!" Qin Yi smirked, unleashing another "Instant Thunder Sword" at the lion.
The purple-gold blade swiftly sliced through the lion’s neck, beheading it.
"Sheathe!" Qin Yi returned the blood-red broken sword to his back, exuding an aura of mastery.
"I can't believe how fast my Instant Thunder Sword has progressed in such a short time," Qin Yi praised himself, slaying every beast and artifact he encountered.
Absorbing more purple lightning enhanced the golden-blood Thunder Origin Pill, adding several small purple streaks to it.
Wandering through the thunder sea, the broken sword carried a heavy aura of ferocity around Qin Yi.
Suddenly, Qin Yi spotted a spot where lightning converged, striking the same point on the ground repeatedly.
He used his enhanced vision to examine the object beneath the purple lightning.
"Wow, it's the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass! I finally found you!" Qin Yi exclaimed with joy, eager to collect it for himself.
Yet, the surrounding purple lightning made him hesitant and fearful.
"Forget it, I’ll risk it for Master’s sake!"
Qin Yi's long blood-red hair fluttered, making him look exceptionally handsome. Gripping the blood-red broken sword, purple-gold lightning flickered along the blade as he focused intently on the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass.
Chapter Twenty: You Can Speak?!
The purple lightning densely surrounded the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass, with its three leaves intermittently absorbing the nearby lightning.
Across from the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass stood a young man with blood-red hair, carrying a blood-colored broken sword on his back. He stood quietly on a mountain peak, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on the herb.
The young man with blood-red hair turned to look at the unconscious Liu Hao lying in the distance, his face filled with concern.
"Master, don't worry. I will get it for you," the young man said softly, his eyes shifting back to the Three-Leaf Myriad Thunder Grass.
"Today, I must have your leaves!" Th
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